After Zhao Gangjun's body appeared in the utility room, he looked around.
This utility room is not big, and there are some things such as brooms.
Zhao Gangjun looked around.
Apart from these things, there is nothing else in the room.
Zhao Gangjun looked up again, and there wasn't even a camera.
"It would be fun if someone came in from here."
Zhao Gangjun smiled, walked to the door, and listened for a while.
There wasn't much movement outside.
Zhao Gangjun opened the door and walked out.
This is a long corridor with few people.
The utility room is at the end of the corridor.
The corridor is covered with carpets, and on the left and right are some paintings by Zhao Gangjun that he cannot name.
Of course, it can be seen that these paintings are not very expensive, because firstly, no one comes to visit, and secondly, the paintings are hung casually, without strings or anything.
Walking along the corridor and turning a corner, voices slowly appeared in front of me.
Zhao Gangjun walked out of the corner and saw a small hall.
There were many people in the small hall, either stopping in front of some works or walking around.
Zhao Gangjun straightened his clothes and walked into the small hall with his head raised.
There are some statues, oil paintings and so on in the small hall.
These things are said to be works of art and very valuable.
Zhao Gangjun saw several paintings.
One of them is a few black vertical strips drawn on white paper.
The name is Fan Long.
The name is a good one, but Zhao Gangjun just can't see how valuable this thing is.
When Zhao Gangjun saw the price marked below, Zhao Gangjun made a decisive complaint.
Such a painting is priced at 350,000 yuan!?
This young master was able to draw this thing when he was still in kindergarten.
Look at the next painting.
"Who is so stupid as to put the cardboard used for testing pens in the stationery store here?"
Zhao Gangjun looked at the painting in front of him and said.
"Don't you understand?"
A man's voice came from the side, "This is a work by the famous modern painter Nohara Shinnosuke. His name is Fan Long. Look at his lines. They look like the cardboard we used to test our brushes when we were studying. These randomly drawn circles are full of meaning."
It shows the painter’s psychological state…”
"Mao, this is available in any stationery store..."
As Zhao Gangjun spoke, he turned his head and looked at the person beside him who was speaking.
At this sight, Zhao Gangjun was stunned.
"Wei Shengjin!"
Zhao Gangjun's eyes widened.
"Long time no see... Well, it doesn't seem like it's been a long time."
Wei Shengjin said with a smile.
After Zhao Gangjun experienced the initial surprise, he immediately returned to normal.
"What are you doing here?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"What do you think?"
Wei Shengjin asked with a smile.
"For the painting of a bad omen on the benefactor's head?" Zhao Gangjun asked with a frown.
"I did not say."
Wei Shengjin smiled and shook his head and said, "Actually, I'm here to appreciate the art."
"Oh." Zhao Gangjun nodded and said, "Where are your men?"
"you guess."
Wei Shengjin looked around and said, "Guess where they will be."
"how could I know."
Zhao Gangjun shrugged and said, "However, I don't mind telling you that the person in charge of security today is from Black Hawk Company."
"oh!"
Wei Shengjin snorted, nodded, and then said, "Then what? Without you?"
"of course not."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head decisively and said, "I'm just here to feel the artistic atmosphere."
"This is not funny." Wei Shengjin said seriously.
"What you said is not funny either."
Zhao Gangjun said seriously.
"Are you okay on the 6th?" Wei Shengjin suddenly asked.
"very good."
Zhao Gangjun nodded.
"That's good."
Wei Shengjin smiled and said, "I'll go look at other things."
"Please!"
Seeing Wei Shengjin leave, Zhao Gangrong frowned.
This Wei Shengjin is from Bauhinia. What kind of organization is Bauhinia? A band of thieves!
When such a person appears here, the purpose is obvious!
Something worth three to five million dollars probably won’t get into the eyes of a Bauhinia person.
"Now it's interesting."
Zhao Gangjun touched his chin, "The people from Bauhinia Flower are fighting with the people from Black Eagle. It's exciting, it's exciting, haha!"
There are many professions in this world.
Such as hunters and predators.
Then naturally there are hunter organizations, hunter-killer organizations, and mercenary groups.
Then there are darker killer organizations and thieves groups.
Of course, there are also security companies.
Redbud is a large group of thieves, while Black Hawk is a large company in the security industry.
If these two get together, they will be no worse than Purgatory and Yama!
Moreover, the identities of many people can actually be common. For example, a hunter can be a member of a mercenary group or a security company. Even a hunter can be a hunter.
one flower one World.
One bodhi leaf.
The change of identity often only occurs in a moment.
Zhao Gangjun walked around the exhibition hall with his hands in his pockets.
After wandering around, Zhao Gangjun came to the lobby.
Many people were gathering together in the hall, seemingly waiting for something.
Zhao Gangjun could vaguely hear some words about the benefactor's head being said to be a bad omen.
at this time.
Suddenly a bell rang in the exhibition hall.
Jingle Bell.
The ringtone is quick and short.
Later.
Zhao Gangjun saw Richard wearing white gloves and holding a drawing board covered with cloth in his hands. He slowly and solemnly walked out of a nearby room step by step, as if he was holding a deceased photo.
Next to Richard, there were many big men in suits.
A bald old man walked beside Richard with an expectant look on his face.
Richard walked to the center of the hall, and a platform automatically rose from the center of the hall.
Richard placed the drawing board in the center of the table, and then gently lifted up the cloth on top of the drawing board.
A painting appeared in everyone's sight.
The entire hall suddenly became quiet, and Zhao Gangjun could hear many people taking a breath.
It was a landscape and figure painting.
A beautiful woman stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the setting sun with a calm expression.
"There is a legend about this painting. It is said that the benefactor had a bad omen on his head. When he was traveling in a certain mountain, he saw a beautiful woman facing him from the side. Suddenly he was inspired, and then he sat down on the ground and started painting. It lasted for a day and a night. That beautiful woman
It had long since disappeared, but the ominous sign above the benefactor’s head was still there. One day and one night later, this painting was born.”
Wei Shengjin's voice came from the side.
Zhao Gang didn't look back and looked straight at the painting.
His face was full of shock.
Of course, he was not shocked by how beautiful the painting was, but by the woman in the painting.
That woman! That woman wearing sterling silver earrings!