Rise of the Wasteland

In a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, Zhou Qingfeng had a warm and cheerful communication with Chris Elvin. ? Hunting? ????????????? Just two people are smiling, but always inexplicable hostility in their hearts.

As a cIa intelligence officer, Irwin claims to be the true hero of world peace, and has no liking for actors who act on the screen. Not to mention that the Asian kid is from China hostile to the United States, and also talks and laughs with the female partner who plays his wife.

Zhou Qingfeng was instinctively hostile to any powerful people on the cruise ship. The 50-year-old American man in front of him seemed to be indifferent, but the moment he shook hands showed that the other's arm was stable-he often held a gun and was good at precision shooting. People will have such hands.

The afternoon tea gathering lasted for more than an hour. The two men seemed to have a good conversation, but they didn't tell the truth. Both sides of the chat felt hard.

When he returned to the cabin, Irvine brought out information about Victor Hugo out of professional instincts, and it turned out to be lackluster. He also sought support from the Langley headquarters in Virginia through confidential communication equipment. As a result, the Chinese who have suddenly become popular in the past six months have no detailed information.

"It's weird. Someone doesn't even know cIa's background." Erwin's brows froze, and there was something weird in his heart. In his opinion, no one in the world could escape the cIa investigation. "This man is really mysterious."

In Zhou Qingfeng's room, Xu Yun was returning to her suite from the connected balcony. She invited Zhou Qingfeng: "There will be an art auction on the cruise at night. Will you come?"

While talking, Xu Yun watched Zhou Qingfeng. But Zhou Qingfeng looked at the living room in the balcony of Xu Yun's suite, and a small coffee table leaned to the floor by the floor-to-ceiling window. So he asked with a smile: "Last night I heard something in your living room. It turned out that the coffee table was down."

Xu Yun turned back, and immediately turned red and red. The coffee table was bumped when she peeked at Zhou Qingfeng last night. Since the room service was not allowed to come in, the coffee table is still dumped.

"You ... you will come here at the auction. I don't care about you." Xu Yun fled back to her suite and even closed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony. The moment the window was closed, she heard Zhou Qingfeng said cheerfully, "I will go to the auction."

Zhou Qingfeng was very skeptical of the art auction on the cruise ship and wanted to see it for a long time. However, Feng Wan is too tired to play these days, and because she has no interest in oil painting, she does not follow him and plans to go to bed early.

"Little wolf dog, give you a chance to steal food. Are you grateful to my sister for being so generous?" Feng Wan pulled Zhou Qingfeng before he left, and squeezed him hard, "I think if I If you do n’t let go anymore, whoever is next door is afraid to kill my heart. ”

"Sister, how terrible you think?" Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Huh ..., I'm not blind. Xu Yun's eyes have been staring at you for the past two days, she can see her mind blindly." Feng Wanchao Zhou Qingfeng grasped the lower part of the body, squeezed hard, and said: "It's so troublesome to find a man you like. Someone is always thinking about it. But don't pretend to be in front of me, I should be invisible."

Zhou Qingfeng can only smirk about this.

That night.

Xu Yun wore a big red dress with long curly hair, wavy curls and exquisite make-up, her temperament was charming but not demon, her eyes were gorgeous but not vulgar, and she had fatal temptations all over her. After learning that Feng Wan was not here, she even cheered without asking why, and took Zhou Qingfeng's arm to the auction site.

One is the queen of the domestic music scene, and the other is the dominance of the international film scene. If no one appears next to each other holding their hands, they are somewhat red carpeted. Especially when they entered the auction venue together, a hundred people sitting in the venue had to stand up and pay their respects.

"It feels so exciting." Xu Yun looked at Zhou Qingfeng sweetly and turned the scene in front of her into a wedding moment. The small auction turned out to be a church for weddings. Thinking of this she kept laughing.

Under the sorrowful reverie, the two of them were seated in a corner of the auction, and the noise of the venue gradually quieted down. Xu Yun cheerfully shared the secrets she knew to Zhou Qingfeng.

"This kind of auction looks very ordinary, but it has special events that only members can come in. Because occasionally some rare art works are auctioned here.

My grandfather was one of the earliest oil painters in the founding of the People's Republic of China, but his elders didn't have much talent. My father and son inherited his father's business, and there was no success in painting for a lifetime. I also wanted to be a painter when I was a kid, but my father told me to let it go and let me learn to sing with my mother.

My grandpa and father could not paint, so I wanted to be a collector. I've always wanted to sell a few world-class famous paintings to them, but the famous paintings are very expensive and I can't afford them at all with my financial resources.

So I tried to become a member of the Lerner family of a black market merchant in Europe, and I wanted to find a bargain. Right now this auction is a black market transaction. In fact, this is my first time participating in this kind of black market auction, and I feel so excited. "

Xu Yun's excitement was more accompanied by Zhou Qingfeng, but Zhou Qingfeng was now enlightened. If he hasn't managed the heavenly pride girl, he won't be able to enter this special auction. There is no way to talk about protecting your property. Needless to say, the auction of the famous paintings he got from waste soil and was pitted by ‘god’ is about to be auctioned off.

At the other corner of the auction, counterfeit members 'Wallace' mixed in with Irwin and Brigitte just seated. Brigitte is also popularizing Irvine. "The Lerner family has a black art market for hundreds of years. If anyone wants to commission the sale of stolen goods, they will send special letters to them.

There will only be fakes at the next auction. The members participating in the auction can only trade with the Lerner family again after taking these fakes. So we can't catch any key figures here, and we can't recover any thieves. "

"So what should we do?" Irwin asked resentfully. "I applied for a special Korean army from the headquarters to come to www.readwn.com ~ I just wanted to take advantage of the Asian concealment and catch the theft on the spot. A thief at the Metropolitan Museum in New York. "

"It's not easy to catch thieves, we still have to find a way to buy the stolen paintings first, and then come up with how to dig out the black hands of the Lerner family. I have contacted more than 20 members of the auction to cooperate with us. All paintings will be packaged at the auction.

The Lerner family will contact us at that time, and the specific place of the transaction will not be determined. But most likely it's on the cruise. When I judged that the painting was genuine, it was when your special forces acted.

But I want to remind you that you need to pay the full payment for the painting. I hope you bring enough dollars in cash because the Lerner family does not accept electronic transfers and checks that are easily exposed. "

"Damn full payment." Although these cases have been read in advance, but considering the amount of cash he brought, Irving was not sure if he could buy all the stolen paintings first, "200 million US dollars Is there enough cash? "

"Enough is enough." Brigitte thought about the market prices of world oil painting auctions in recent years. Picasso's paintings of these masters are each $ 50 to 60 million. The black market price is only about one tenth of the normal price, and two hundred million should be ... no problem. (To be continued.)