Wang Xu's eyes flickered, he slowly stopped his work, and went to open the door with his upper body naked.
When he opened the door, he saw that the originally graceful Wang Jiale had turned into a beggar, and even had a scar on his face.
"What's going on?" Wang Xu welcomed Wang Jiale in and took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea.
What happened was very dramatic. After Wang Xu denied that he was the one responsible for slandering those Van Gogh paintings, Wang Jiale also began to investigate the case from other aspects.
After three months of investigation, Wang Jiale finally found clues, which vaguely pointed to a Russian collector.
With clues and pressure from the Christie's auction house, Interpol will of course focus on following up.
As the two sides continued to fight repeatedly, the Russian collector living in the United States, although not caught by Interpol, was still angry at Wang Jiale's hot pursuit.
As a result, just three days ago, Wang Jiale returned home and found that his daughter had been kidnapped.
Wang Jiale mobilized all the resources he could, but could not find any evidence that it was the Russian collector who kidnapped his daughter. So even though everyone thought that it was the Russian collector who did this, in the absence of insufficient evidence,
Nor can we touch the giant who made his fortune from oil.
"Without enough evidence, I can't mobilize the power of Interpol. There are people inside restricting me. Please, I know you are the big boss and you are very powerful. I hope you can help me get my daughter back."
." Wang Jiale cried as he spoke. Compared with the previous two suits and leather shoes, he was already a complete loser at this moment.
Wang Xu said nothing, holding a cigar in his hand and looking at Wang Jiale while puffing away smoke.
He knew that it was definitely not that simple. Wang Jiale had a high status in Interpol and had a backer who was a big boss at Interpol headquarters. The person who left him helpless was definitely a tough guy.
"When was the last time we separated? It was probably at the door of the police station, right?"
Wang Xu took a puff of cigar smoke, sat on the sofa and stroked the old yellow dog's ears, and said: "If I remember correctly, I extended a hand of friendship to you, but you treated me like trash.
My friendship was swept into the trash can. Now, you are desperate and you know how to come to me again. What a wonderful world this is!"
Wang Jiale covered his face and cried loudly. He knelt at Wang Xu's feet and begged: "Help me, please."
"My friendship is very valuable. I still clearly remember the contemptuous look you gave me at that time, and the statement that criminals will always be criminals and police will always be police. This makes me very embarrassed!" Wang Xu shook his head slightly.
He flicked the cigarette ashes on the carpet, turned to the old yellow dog lying on the sofa and asked: "Do you think I will help him?"
"Woof woof..." When the old yellow dog heard Wang Xu calling him, he pounced on him and wanted to lick Wang Xu's face.
Wang Xu stretched out his hand and hit the old yellow dog on the head, picked it up from the sofa and placed it on the carpet, warning: "You stupid dog, how many times have I told you not to lick my face!"
Wang Jiale knelt on the ground, feeling frustrated for a moment, thinking that Wang Xu would not take action.
That's right, that Russian collector was a powerful man in the 1990s who made his fortune from oil. Even the Prime Minister signed an amnesty order for him.
No one wants to offend such an opponent, not to mention that no one is familiar with him at all.
"Looking at your dejected look, it really makes me sigh at the wonder of fate. Get up. If you were arrested, I would happily send you a wreath. Unfortunately, it was your daughter who was arrested.
A very cute little girl who also helped me, standing idly by will make my conscience uneasy."
Wang Xu raised his right hand, put the cigar in his mouth, took a puff, and whispered: "What's more, I also want to see the person who touched my things!"
...Thompson Manor...
Russian tycoon Thompson rose to prominence in the chaotic 1970s and reached the top when the Soviet Union collapsed.
During that period, the entire country was in turmoil, and bad guys were making a fortune, and Thompson was one of them.
He started by reselling energy, with cruel methods and shocking methods. With his skill and ambition, he soon became the first batch of Russian oligarchs after the reorganization. Before a powerful figure came to power, he obtained an amnesty from the government at that time.
From then on, he moved to the United States and became a famous collector.
Many people of the same era commented on this man as having great ambitions, strong skills, and abilities beyond ordinary people, and he was a gambler who pursued perfection.
"Dear Mr. Wang Xu, your special medicine has changed the medical history of the world. Everyone is proud to meet you." Outside the Thompson Manor, a helicopter parked on the lawn, and a group of people gathered around it.
An old man and a young man in his twenties.
The young man is Wang Xu, and the old man is Thompson, a tycoon in his seventies with tens of billions of assets.
Surrounded by bodyguards, the two walked into the splendid manor and saw dazzling works of art.
Wang Xu stood at the door and admired it for a while, paused slightly, and said with meaning: "You are indeed a big collector!"
"Of course, the collection in my corridor is worth more than five billion dollars in total, and even the president of the United States would be envious of it." Thompson laughed and warmly invited: "Come on, my friend,
I have prepared Romanée-Conti for you, from the 1990 vintage, which is very rare.”
Wang Xu and Thompson walked at the front and soon arrived at the living room, which had been decorated like a dance party.
Looking up, I saw many people wearing masks dancing on the dance floor.
Although the appearance of these people could not be seen clearly due to the masks, considering Thompson's identity, it is assumed that these people are either rich or noble, and ordinary people cannot be included in the invitation.
"Where is the little girl you took away? You said that as long as I come over, you will hand over the little girl to me. Are you going to make fun of me again?" Wang Xu glanced at the dance floor and took the mask handed over by the waiter.
, looked at it and put it on his face.
This is a fox mask that covers half of the face, leaving only the chin and mouth exposed.
Thompson put on a cat mask, and his mask was even more peculiar. It was actually the famous Garfield cat. Matching his chubby figure, it was indescribably funny and coordinated.
"Don't worry, we are all people with status, and we will never break our word. However, I am a businessman. Whenever I give, I am about to reap. Do you think what I said is correct?" Thompson asked.
Wang Xu walked to the edge of the stage, sat on the golden chair placed here, and looked at Wang Xu with the face of Garfield.
Wang Xu nodded slightly, took the red wine from the waiter's hand, and said with a smile: "What do you want?"
"I want to make a friend with you. If you can give me the agency rights for the special medicine in Russia, I think we will be our friends." After Thompson said this, he added: "Don't worry, I won't bid.
I will be lower than anyone else, I just want to give you priority, after all, the competition is too fierce."
"Ladies and gentlemen, take off your restraints, the exciting time is about to come."
Before Wang Xu could say anything, a platform was raised on the dance floor, and a host wearing a mask stood up.
The next second, the masked men and women on the dance floor began to take off their clothes, showing their most primitive looks.
Wang Xu frowned slightly and whispered: "What are you doing?"
"I hold a dance party every month." Thompson shrugged innocently and said nonchalantly: "This is how Americans like to play, aren't you shy? Come on, we are the protagonists, we should take off our clothes.
Went down."
"Old man, are you entertaining me?" Wang Xu took off the mask on his face and threw it heavily to the ground, revealing a cold face.
In an instant, seeing Wang Xu's statement, the bodyguards standing behind Thompson inserted their hands into the inside of their suits. It was obvious what was hidden inside.