In a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, Zhou Qingfeng had a warm and cheerful communication with Chris Irvine. However, both of them had smiles on their faces, but they always had inexplicable hostility in their hearts.
As an intelligence officer of the CIA, Erwin believed that he was the real hero who maintained world peace, and he had no good impression of actors who pretended to be on screen. Not to mention that the Asian boy in front of him came from China, which is hostile to the United States, and he was not like the actor.
His wife's female partner was chatting and laughing happily.
Zhou Qingfeng, on the other hand, instinctively feels hostile to any powerful person on the cruise ship. The fifty-year-old American man in front of him seems to be unattractive, but the moment he shakes hands, it shows that the other person's arm is very stable - he often holds a gun and is good at accurate shooting.
People will have such hands.
The whole afternoon tea gathering lasted for more than an hour. The two men seemed to be having a great conversation, but neither of them said a word of truth. Both parties felt that it was very hard for them to chat.
When he returned to the cabin, Erwin retrieved the information about Victor Hugo out of professional instinct, but found that it was lackluster. He then sought support from the Langley headquarters in Virginia through secure communication equipment.
It turned out that this Chinese person who suddenly became famous in the past six months did not have any detailed information.
"It's strange that there are people who don't even know his background." Erwin frowned, feeling inexplicably weird. In his opinion, no one in this world can escape the investigation of CIA. "This
People are really mysterious."
In Zhou Qingfeng's room, Xu Yun was returning to her suite from the connecting balcony. She invited Zhou Qingfeng: "There will be an art auction on the cruise ship tonight. Will you come to participate?"
While talking, Xu Yun looked at Zhou Qingfeng. But Zhou Qingfeng looked at the living room on the balcony of Xu Yun's suite. There was a small coffee table leaning on the floor by the floor-to-ceiling window. So he smiled and asked: "I heard in your living room last night
There was some noise, it turned out that the coffee table had fallen over."
Xu Yun turned around and blushed immediately. She bumped into the coffee table when she peeked at Zhou Qingfeng last night. Since she was not allowed to come in without room service permission, the coffee table is still upside down even now.
"You..., you can come to the auction if you like, I don't care about you." Xu Yun hid in her suite as if fleeing, and even closed the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony. But the moment the window closed, she heard Zhou Qingfeng
He said cheerfully: "I will go to the auction."
Zhou Qingfeng was very suspicious of the art auction on the cruise ship and had long wanted to take a look. However, Feng Wan was too tired from playing in the past few days and had no interest in oil paintings, so she did not follow him and planned to go to bed early.
.
"Little wolfdog, I'll give you a chance to eat secretly. Aren't you very grateful to my sister for being so generous?" Feng Wan pulled Zhou Qingfeng to squeeze the juice hard before letting him go. "I think if I
If I don't let go, the diva next door will be afraid of killing me."
"Sister, how can it be as scary as you think?" Zhou Qingfeng said.
"Hmph..., I'm not blind. Xu Yun has been staring at you for the past two days, and even a blind person can see her thoughts." Feng Wan grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's lower body, squeezed it hard, and said:
"It's so troublesome to find a man you like. There's always someone thinking about you. But don't do it in front of me. I'll pretend you can't see it."
Zhou Qingfeng could only giggle at this.
That night.
Xu Yun was wearing a bright red floor-length dress, with wavy curly hair and exquisite makeup. Her temperament was charming but not seductive, her eyes were gorgeous but not vulgar, and her whole body exuded fatal temptation. When she learned that Feng Wan was not here, she did not even ask why.
He cheered and took the initiative to take Zhou Qingfeng's arm to the auction venue.
One is the queen of the domestic music scene, and the other is a leading figure in the international film industry. The two of them appeared hand in hand as if there was no one else around, quite like they were walking on the red carpet. Especially when they entered the auction venue together, the hundreds of people sitting in the venue had to look at each other.
Stand up and pay attention to them.
"This feeling is so exciting." Xu Yun looked sideways at Zhou Qingfeng sweetly, and suddenly imagined the scene in front of her as a wedding moment. The small auction seemed to have become a church where the wedding was held. Thinking of this
She couldn't stop laughing at this.
Under the charming reverie, the two of them sat in a corner of the auction, and the noise in the venue gradually became quiet. Xu Yun happily shared the secrets she knew with Zhou Qingfeng.
"This kind of auction looks very ordinary, but some of its special events are only accessible to members. This is because some shady works of art are occasionally auctioned here.
My grandfather was one of the earliest oil painters since the founding of the People's Republic of China, but he didn't have any talent. My father inherited his father's business and made no achievements in painting all his life. I also wanted to be a painter when I was a child, but my father said no, let me and my mother
Learn to sing.
My grandfather and father are not good at painting, so they want to be collectors. I have always wanted to sell a few world-class paintings to them, but famous paintings are very expensive, and I can't afford them with my financial resources.
So I managed to become a member of the Lerner family, a black market businessman in Europe, just to find some bargains. This auction is a black market transaction. In fact, this is my first time to participate in this kind of black market auction, and I feel very excited.
"
Xu Yun's excitement was more due to Zhou Qingfeng's company, but Zhou Qingfeng understood clearly in his heart at this moment. If he didn't deal with the proud daughter of heaven in front of him, it would be impossible to enter this special auction. There would be no way to talk about it.
He must protect his property. Needless to say, the ones that will be auctioned soon are the batch of famous paintings that he got from the wasteland and was tricked by 'god'.
In another corner of the auction, the fake member 'Wallace' sneaked in. Erwin and Brigitte had just sat down. Brigitte was also educating Erwin, "The Lerner family has organized black markets for art.
For hundreds of years, if someone wants to entrust the sale of stolen goods, a special letter code will be sent to them.
There will only be fakes in the next auction. Members participating in the auction can only trade with the Lerner family alone after taking these fakes. So we can't catch any key people here, and we can't recover any stolen goods.
."
"Then what should we do?" Erwin asked bitterly, "I specially applied to the headquarters for a Korean special force, just to use the invisibility of Asians to catch the thief who stole the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York on the spot.
."
"It's not easy to catch a thief. We'd better find a way to buy back the stolen paintings first, and then figure out how to dig out the Lerner family's black hands. I've contacted more than 20 members of the auction to cooperate with us.
All paintings will be sold at auction.
The Lerner family will contact us by then, and the specific location of the transaction is uncertain. But it will most likely be on the cruise ship. When I verify that the painting is authentic, that's when your special forces will take action.
However, I would like to remind you that full payment is required to take the painting. I hope you bring enough US dollars in cash, because the Lerner family does not accept easily exposed electronic transfers and checks."
"Full payment." Although he had read the report in advance on these situations, but considering the amount of cash he brought, Erwin was not sure whether he could buy all the stolen paintings first, "Two hundred million dollars
Is there enough cash?”
"Enough." Brigitte thought about the prices of oil paintings auctioned in the world in recent years. Paintings by masters such as Picasso are priced at 50 to 60 million US dollars. The black market price is only about one-tenth of the normal price, 200 million.