genius psychologist

Chapter 102 [Painting Handover]

Early morning hours.

At dawn, many people got up in a daze.

For most people, it's just a noisy night.

They didn't know what sensational things happened in the whole sea market last night, they just heard that there were many police cars wandering outside.

A small number of people will receive a text message informing them that due to a conflict between the organizer and the art museum, the exhibition has to be cancelled, and all tickets sold will be refunded at their original price.

In fact, the hole where the art gallery was bombed was sealed overnight.

Moreover, the entire venue was closed due to renovation and maintenance. The person in charge of the Maritime Art Association is negotiating with the US Embassy in China to apologize.

Although the painting was finally recovered, it still caused a very large negative impact.

The huge compensation involved behind this also exceeded tens of millions of yuan.

Of course, a large part of the compensation will be settled by security companies and insurance companies.

……

A sneeze!

In a jeep, Dong Ergou sat in the co-pilot and rubbed his nose.

He stayed up all night last night, riding a motorcycle all night in the wind, and caught a cold inadvertently.

Sun Yuan sat in the back seat leaning against the car window, also yawned and said confusedly: "So, it was Chen Dong who sent a text message asking you to keep the painting, right?
"Chen Dong is staring at the venue. He probably doesn't want to fail his mission, so he must make sure to get the painting back." Dong Ergou picked up a tissue and wiped his nose, then explained in a hoarse voice: "This should It will help maintain the trust of the police in him."

Liang Fu reminded, "You all ignore one thing."

"That's how he got my cell phone number."

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the car fell into silence for an instant.

In their case, in order to prevent tracking, they basically transfer through several fake numbers.

And the mobile phone number is changed regularly, so it really shouldn't be known to anyone except insiders.

The corner of Dong Ergou's mouth twitched slightly, "So we've actually been watched all the time, right?"

All of a sudden.

Several people looked at the most Zhong Xujie in unison.

Zhong Xujie waved his hands in a daze, "Don't, don't, don't look at me, I'm not a traitor."

After all, apart from this guy in the car, it is logically impossible for anyone to leak the secret.

Sun Yuan cast a blank glance at the magician, and then murmured casually: "I'm afraid we have to rest for a while. Chen Dong's appearance in the art gallery means that our actions have been predicted in advance."

"It's enough for this kind of thing to happen once."

In fact, everyone understood what he meant.

Qi Xiaogou muttered helplessly: "The key is that the money gap has not been made up."

Dong Ergou said calmly: "If you can't, go back to Lincheng and have a look. I should be able to get some over there."

You must know that fugitives like them are burning money all the time, otherwise they can't do anything.

At this time, Zhong Xujie chuckled, and took out a roll of things from his body.

"So it's up to me at this time!"

"Look what this is!"

Everyone looked at his hand again.

I saw Zhong Xujie slowly unfolding a painting. It was an exquisite snow scene, and under the corner was the signature of a famous foreign painter.

Zhong Xujie explained with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "This sentence is the proud work of the German master Aifusi in his childhood. Although it is only worth 700 million US dollars on the market, it is nearly 3000 million yuan in conversion."

"I originally wanted to collect it myself, but now I can only take it out and make a contribution."

Sun Yuan felt like a dead dog, and he asked, "Is this also from the art gallery?"

Zhong Xujie smiled shyly, touched his head, and explained: "I bought that "Blackboard" from the 'painter' that day. I studied it for a long time and found that his paintings are really good. I remembered that there is another one in the gallery that is also on display. Works in the meeting."

"I took advantage of the time when I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and I bought the fake of that painting back."

"When I slipped out of the art gallery, it took me a while to replace the real thing. It should not be discovered in a while."

Liang Fu also shook his head dumbfoundingly. This guy is really stubborn, and he might be caught if he is unlucky.

He raised his eyebrows, and then said to Qi Xiaogou, "Let's go to Yunnan first."

"Yunnan?"

"why?"

Everyone looked at Liang Fu curiously.

Liang Fu didn't intend to tell everyone the truth, but said softly: "I heard that the counterfeit banknotes in Yunnan have become a hot topic recently. Let's see if our magician can change it for us."

"Yo, it's interesting!"

Sun Yuan also happily took out a cigarette.

……

The art gallery is noisy and lively.

Many experts in the appraisal of art paintings gathered together to check whether other works have been dropped.

After all, when such a thing happened, no one dared to be careless.

"Mr. Xu, what do you think of this painting?"

"Smooth spirit and smooth strokes!"

An old man next to him wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a magnifying glass also judged firmly: "This should be the real work. I have never seen any imitation that can reach this level of precision."

"..."

After about three hours, the appraisal experts finally dispersed slowly.

A prominent senior in the industry walked out of the art gallery with a white beard and a full-time driver was already waiting outside.

The driver looked like he was only 27 or [-]. He smiled and got out of the car to open the door for the old man, helped the old man into the car, and then asked casually, "Is everything going well?"

Mr. Xu sighed with a smile: "Oh, it's really a joke, it was almost stolen."

with a snap.

The door was closed, the driver returned to the driving seat, and then slowly started the car.

He pretended to be relaxed and asked: "I have found the painting, are the others all right?"

"Should... no problem!" Mr. Xu squinted his eyes and muttered, "It's that picture of the snow scene. I remember it was flawed when I saw it for the first time. This time I just didn't pick it out."

The driver immediately jokingly said: "Oh, don't force yourself when you are old, you may have misremembered. After all, there are experts present, so there is nothing wrong with it."

Mr. Xu raised his head suddenly and smiled, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I guess I really misremembered."

"I'm old, my memory is not very good!"

The car drove slowly on the road, turned a corner and disappeared outside the art gallery.

Naturally, no one would have guessed that the famous "Mr. Painter", who is well-known among the art painting imitation masters, would appear here.

And acted as the driver for the authoritative old Mr. Xu, picking up and leaving the whole process.

This is another legendary life story.

　The starting point collapsed, and everyone updated late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)