This small town is known as the capital of Europe. There are many ancient buildings in the city, many of which are hundreds of years old and have a very classical atmosphere. Near the medieval square in the city center, there is an 'Oak Used Bookstore'.
A jingle bell rang, and the postman pushed open the door of the bookstore, causing the wind chime to sway slightly. The light in the bookstore was dim, and there were a large number of old books on the rows of bookshelves, and various oil paintings on the walls. All the furnishings were neat and clean.
, each item can be said to be famous.
Sitting behind the counter of the bookstore was an old man with white hair, wearing a hand-sewn old-fashioned suit, with an elegant and calm temperament. Hearing the sound of wind chimes, the old man took off his glasses and raised his head, and after greeting the postman, he accepted a piece of mail.
"To the distinguished Mr. Lerner, it looks like it's for me." The white-haired old man picked up a paper knife and cut open the envelope. Several photos immediately fell out of the envelope. He put on his glasses again.
, I grabbed the photo and started laughing after just one glance.
The white-haired old man continued to take out a thin piece of letter paper from the envelope and read softly, "Dear Mr. Lerner, as far as we know you are a world-famous art appraiser, especially familiar with famous painters from the Renaissance.
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We have some oil paintings from New York, and we hope to use your professional knowledge to determine their value, and hope to use your channels to find new collectors for them. If you are willing to serve us, you can get these oil paintings for sale.
Twenty percent of the price.”
There was an invitation in the envelope. The invitation said, 'Welcome Mr. Lerner to the Ocean Princess Art Appreciation Party.' The white-haired old man looked at the photos that he had just dropped. He already understood what was going on?
"Hahaha... I was wondering when this group of mysterious thieves would sell these stolen goods, but he actually found me to organize the sale of these works of art." The white-haired old man chuckled a few times, and looked at it carefully again.
letter, and finally grabbed the phone at hand and dialed a number.
Half an hour later, a strong, muscular man walked in outside the bookstore. He bowed his head slightly to the white-haired old man and asked, "Mr. Lerner, do you have any orders?"
White Hair smiled and said: "Gather people together, we are going to go on a cruise trip. Call our old customers and tell them that a group of very rare works of art will be auctioned, and this auction will be organized by us.
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Who would have thought that Mr. Lerner, the owner of this second-hand bookstore, is actually the largest black market art dealer in Europe? Moreover, it is a family business. Before World War I, he served the royal families of various European countries, and by World War II, he even
The Nazis distributed various looted and precious works of art.
Now, the Lerner family has been in business for the fourth generation and has been distributing stolen goods for the world's top thieves and providing customers with the most complete services. In comparison, the level of the Datian police's stolen goods is far behind.
I have to find ways to ask them for help in a roundabout way.
At the same time, Mr. Chris Irvine, a senior CIA agent in Hong Kong station, has just stepped out of the Hong Kong Police Station. His public identity is the military attache of the US Consulate in Hong Kong, and he is now assigned to investigate the theft of art works in the New York Metropolis. Because of this
News of the batch of artworks for sale first came out of Hong Kong, so this task fell on him.
Due to special political reasons, Hong Kong used to be the spy capital of the Far East. Almost every country that pays attention to the Far East has set up spy agencies here. However, now Hong Kong's international status is gradually declining, and spies are running away to the magic capital.
However, the status of the CIA Hong Kong station is still extremely important. Mr. Irvine immediately started his own investigation work after being ordered. He found the black market broker who was first questioned and released the news, but he did not get much information.
"Someone called me and asked how to sell the artwork in his hand. I talked to him for about ten minutes and briefly said who should I contact?" The black market broker did not hide anything and told him all the circumstances.
Said it out.
Erwin asked very sensitively: "In other words, the person who asked you does not know anything about the black market of art?"
The broker nodded, "Yes, the other party didn't know the details of this. I gave the other party the contact information of several well-known black market organizers, and hung up the phone."
This situation makes Chris Irvine very strange. People who steal art have extremely high skills. The New York police still haven't fully figured out how the thieves stole a truckload of stuff in one night.
.But when this group of people released the news about selling stolen goods, they seemed very unprofessional.
Specifically, Mr. Erwin traced the phone call to the black market broker through an internal line installed in the Hong Kong Police Station. The result was once again unexpected. The person who called for consultation was flawless in counter-tracing and left no clues.
"This is a group of thieves who are good at stealing things and counter-tracing, but not good at selling stolen goods." Chris Irwin was giving a 'portrait' of his opponents, trying his best to describe the characteristics of this or this group of thieves. This
It is a basic skill for an intelligence officer.
But at this moment, the real key figure in the whole incident was worrying about a courier package at his home, "This fucking guy is trying to mess with me again!"
Zhou Qingfeng had already received 50 million U.S. dollars in funds, and he was not panicking even though he had money in hand. Xiao Jinlang told him that the sales of the oil paintings would take about a week, so he could wait with peace of mind.
In these peaceful days, Zhou Qingfeng continued to control the next step of Xu Guoqiang's biochemical laboratory through the 'Radiation' venture capital controlled by Feng Wan. He also asked Yuan Mei to register a 'waste' trading company, which is responsible for recycling all kinds of waste.
Materials and supplies. Tens of millions of dollars were invested in it, scaring the young woman so much that she couldn't sleep all night.
Zhou Qingfeng also learned about the theft at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York when he had time. He knew with all his strength that this was a good thing done by 'god', so there must be a follow-up mission to trick him. Sure enough..., the mission came through a courier package
Sent.
The package contains two first-class tickets for the luxury cruise ship 'Ocean Princess'. After searching online, you will know that this ship is a top-class cruise ship that travels around the world. In two days, this ship, which represents top-class enjoyment, will dock in Shanghai.
The ticket is to board the boat from Shanghai, stopping at Hong Kong, Singapore and other places along the way.
The package actually contained Zhou Qingfeng's complete set of passports and ID documents, and even the air ticket to fly to Magic City. There was also a note in it: Protect your property, and if you take responsibility, you will lose the 50 million you have now.
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Damn it, you are forcing me to go! If I don’t go, even the 50 million I have will be deprived of me. But what does it mean to protect property? Zhou Qingfeng is confused, and the package contains two first-class cabin tickets.
Tickets. He thought to himself: I can’t just go alone, can I also bring my family members?