I'm willing to pay 100,000 marks!" the other party requested persistently.
"Sir, how about this! I will draw another one for you tomorrow morning after I have regained my energy. I really plan to keep this one for myself!" Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking. He was of medium height.
of white people.
He is 1.75 meters tall, which can only be regarded as an average height among white people. He maintains a very good figure. To be able to maintain such a figure at this age is a self-disciplined person.
With yellow hair and blue eyes, Zhang Jun cannot tell whether he is good-looking or not.
"Sir, my name is Kevin Cranston. I am on a business trip to Munich and will leave tomorrow, so I ask you to help me sell this painting of the Virgin Mary to me!
My family are all devout Christians, and your painting of the Virgin Mary is the best I have ever seen!
If only my family knew that I came across such an excellent painting but missed it.
They will definitely complain about me!
Help me! I’ll give you 200,000 marks!" Kevin Cranston is a very good talker and his words are very convincing.
Looking at Kevin Cranston's business card, Zhang Junping finally chose adult beauty.
I sold the oil painting of Virgin Mary I had just painted to the other party.
With a check for 200,000 marks, Zhang Junping left Marienplatz.
Back at the hotel, Zhang Junping suddenly regretted that he still had to pay taxes on the 200,000 yuan.
As we all know, Prussia's national welfare is very high, but the corresponding taxes are also very heavy.
Even if Zhang Junping is not a Prussian, as long as he earns income in Prussia, he will have to pay taxes in Prussia.
Just hand it over, which is eighty or ninety thousand marks, to leave a good impression on Prussia.
Compared to the oil paintings worth at least one billion euros and the fragments of experience gifted by those oil paintings, this is just a drop in the bucket.
Zhang Junping comforted himself.
We didn't catch the chairman again today.
However, he caught another big fish, Kevin Cranston, the director of the Prussian Continental Technology Research and Development Department.
Although Kevin Cranston didn't say it, when he came to Munich, he naturally came for the BMW.
Not many people may know about Continental, but many people should know about its products.
Continental Tires, the world's third largest tire manufacturer.
When he got the business card, Zhang Junping didn't say much, he just took it politely and said that he didn't have a business card.
Again, it's too early to say anything now.
wait!
On the morning of Zhang Junping’s fourth day in Munich, after breakfast, Zhang Junping rode his bicycle to Nymphenburg.
Nymphenburg Castle in Munich is also a must-visit attraction.
There are Baroque-style palaces, towering ancient trees, rivers and lakes. Human civilization and nature are perfectly integrated. The entire Nymphenburg Castle is full of harmony.
Zhang Junping likes it here very much. When he stays here, he feels peaceful.
I stayed here for a day and painted three oil paintings. I took the oil paintings back to the hotel in the evening.
After enjoying the skills of the three-star Michelin chef, Zhang Junping returned to the room and started putting on makeup.
Today, he has changed his makeup again. He is no longer white, but a European with a healthy wheat complexion.
Her blond hair is a little messy, but even more charming, and her dark eyes are deep and charming.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Junping muttered narcissistically: "It's really a waste to go to a dirty place like a bar with such a charming face!"
After all, Zhang Junping put on makeup and quietly left the hotel.
Walked to Eddie's Bar.
This bar is named after the boss.
Zhang Junping went directly to the second floor, the same room as last time, without disturbing the people in the bar.
Push the door open and go in.
There was only Eddie inside, and two naked women.
Eddie's pants were taken off to the crooks of his legs and he was sitting on the sofa receiving service.
Zhang Junping walked into the room, and the two women immediately let out a burst of piercing screams.
"Who! Mad! I don't know I'm here..." Eddie, who was disturbed, opened his mouth and cursed.
"Oh! I'm sorry for disturbing your good things!" Zhang Junping touched his nose and said he was sorry, but he didn't show any embarrassment at all.
He pulled up a chair and stood opposite Eddie with a smile.
"Who are you?" Eddie took out a gun from under the sofa cushion and pointed it at Zhang Junping.
"Three days ago, you took a gold brick from me, and today I'm here to get the news." Zhang Junping didn't even look at the gun in Eddie's hand, he leaned on the chair and said relaxedly.
"Who are you……"
"How's it going? Aren't I handsome in this outfit?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"..." Eddie finally confirmed that the person in front of him was the mysterious man from three days ago.
Seeing that Zhang Junping seemed to be a different person, I didn't dare to have other ideas.
He waved his hands and drove the two women out of the room.
"Sir, according to what you said, we found a total of fifteen old people who agreed to the conditions.
Because I don’t know any further information, I can’t determine which one you are looking for.” Eddie honestly told Zhang Junping the information he had investigated.
"Very good! Tell me the addresses of those fifteen people." Zhang Junping said expressionlessly.
"Okay! This is the address of those fifteen people." Eddie took out the book he had prepared and handed it to Zhang Junping.
It not only contains the addresses of fifteen people, but also the movements of these fifteen people in the past three days.
With these, it is easier for Zhang Junping to make judgments.
"You did a good job, I'm very satisfied.
This incident has never happened. If I hear any news about this incident, you know the consequences!" Zhang Junping took the notebook, put down a sentence, and left directly.
Didn't even listen to Eddie's assurances behind him.
After Zhang Junping left, Eddie quickly summoned his younger brothers who knew about the incident, "Okay! That incident is over!"
From now on, just pretend this never happened.
If anyone drinks and can't control his drunkenness, I will stuff the bottle into his stomach."
"Boss..."
"Until now, no more words are allowed, including anything about that person. I don't want to hear a word!" Eddie said fiercely.
Back at the hotel, Zhang Junping took off his makeup, took a shower, and began to study the notebook containing fifteen old people.
Zhang Junping took one look at the first one and directly rejected his possibility.
Zhang Junping cursed secretly, didn't he tell him that he was looking for a man?
The second one is a bit interesting.
Childless and a widower, you go to Marienplatz every day and stare at the statue of the Virgin Mary in a daze?
Well, this should not be the case.
This is obviously an old man waiting to die.
The third one, too, was an old widowed woman.
The fourth one, Zhang Junping narrowed his eyes, this one looked very similar.
I live in seclusion every day and usually go out either to buy food or wine.
At other times, I rarely go out.
This is more in line with the characteristics of the treasure guardian.
The fifth one is also a bit suspicious. He has no source of income and lives alone. He eats at a nearby restaurant every day and has a drink at a nearby bar at night. He never interacts with outsiders.
Zhang Junping screened fifteen people, six unlikely old women came out, and nine people were left.
Although there are four others that can basically be ruled out, Zhang Junping did not rule them out.
In the next few days, Zhang Junping personally followed up and investigated the remaining nine people.
He even ventured into their room, but found nothing.
None of these nine people were the ones he wanted to find.
This made Zhang Junping a little frustrated.
I carefully recalled the report I had read about the billion-euro oil painting treasure.
It's a pity that I just glanced at it out of curiosity.
I only remember that it was an eighty-year-old man in an apartment in Munich, and I didn’t pay attention to anyone else.
Oh shit!
If I had known that I could travel through time, I would have carefully studied all the reports of discovered treasures in later generations and memorized them in my mind.
What a bad start!
Zhang Junping put the matter aside for the time being, got on his bicycle and left the hotel.
Today is Sunday, and it’s time to go to Munich’s flea market to do some shopping.
The flea markets in various cities in Prussia are basically open on Saturdays and Sundays.
Yesterday, Zhang Junping was too busy investigating the last and most promising person that he didn't even bother to go to the flea market.
There are also a lot of people at the flea market in Munich, which is not much worse than the flea market in Berlin.
Zhang Junping followed the crowd into the flea market.
Then stop at the first stall.
Happy opening.
This is a two-foot-tall wood carving of a horse-riding Guan Gong statue. He is a very skilled carver. Zhang Junping also has basic wood carving skills.
However, he thought that he could not carve the charm of the equestrian Guan Gong statue in front of him.
There are three types of Guan Gong statues, namely Guan Gong with a horizontal sword, Guan Gong with a standing sword and Guan Gong on a horse.
Hengdao Guan Gong is the God of Wealth and is usually worshiped by businessmen to pray for wealth and safety.
Li Dao Guan Gong is a man of righteousness and integrity. He is loyal and trustworthy. We often see him in TV series and movies. Young and Dangerous boys, associations and policemen in Hong Kong worship Guan Li Dao.
The third type is the horse-riding Guan Gong in front of us. If the horse succeeds, it means that he will be made a marquis immediately. This is not for worship.
"How much does this statue cost?" Zhang Junping asked, pointing to the statue of Guan Gong.
"Five hundred marks!"
"A wooden statue costs 500 marks. You can't just kill me because I'm Chinese. It's cheaper. There aren't many Chinese in Munich."
At your price, even a Chinese person cannot afford it.
Fifty marks is the most!" Zhang Junping negotiated the price with the stall owner in a fluent and authentic Munich accent.
Zhang Junping's words frightened the stall owner so much that he didn't look at the person and just listened to the voice, he thought he was a local from Munich.
"Not for sale! This statue was from more than a hundred years ago and is an antique!
It's an antique that my grandfather brought back from the mysterious other party!" The stall owner shook his head and refused.
"More than a hundred years ago? No wonder they are all cracked!
Then the most I can offer is twenty marks!" Zhang Junping shook his head regretfully.
"Are you making trouble? How can you bargain for less and less?" the stall owner said angrily.
He came here to set up a stall in the morning, but it hadn't opened yet, so he thought Zhang Junping was causing trouble for him.
"Your statue looks great, but it's cracked. I didn't notice it just now.
You didn't sell it when I offered you fifty marks, and now that I've discovered the cracks, I can't give you fifty marks anymore." Zhang Junping was not in a hurry, and slowly struggled with the stall owner.
"If you want fifty, take it and don't pull it down. I'll go home and chop the firewood!" The stall owner looked at the cracks on the statue of Guan Gong and said angrily.
"Twenty marks!" Zhang Junping was unmoved.
The reason why this Guan Gong statue is cracked is entirely caused by poor maintenance. It is estimated that this Guan Gong statue has been eating dust in the stall owner's house for many years. After accidentally digging it out, it looked like it was still worth a few dollars, so I got it.
Try your luck at the flea market.
"Take it, take it!" At this time, someone came over to ask for the price. The stall owner did not want to quarrel with Zhang Junping anymore, so he simply waved his hand.
Zhang Junping handed the stall owner twenty marks and picked up the statue of Guan Gong on horseback.
Oh, it’s quite heavy!
Upon closer inspection, Zhang Junping discovered that it was a statue of Guan Gong on horseback carved from the roots of small-leaf red sandalwood.
This kind of sculpture is usually used as a gift.
For example, if you give it to your leader, you may wish him immediate success and the title of Marquis immediately.
Holding the statue of Guan Gong on horseback, Zhang Junping did not leave in a hurry and continued to hunt for treasures in the stall owner's stall.
Zhang Junping found another set of export porcelain in the stall owner's stall.
Export porcelain is porcelain that was specially sold overseas in ancient times. Since the Tang Dynasty, China has sold a large amount of porcelain overseas every year.
By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, export porcelain had developed into a production model based on customized samples.
The patterns on the export porcelain that are customized according to samples are all exotic patterns.
"Boss, can you pick it up and take a look?" Zhang Junping asked the stall owner who was busy taking over.
The stall owner's business is now good. Zhang Junping made a deal while searching for treasures, and the price of another deal is being negotiated.
"Okay, be careful!" the stall owner said, looking back.
Zhang Junping reached out and picked up a Guangcai porcelain teapot, looked at the glaze color, and then turned it over to look at the texture.
Guangcai porcelain is a relatively special category of porcelain.
It is a kind of porcelain specially produced for export.
Since the Kangxi Dynasty established a trading port in Guangdong, Guangcai porcelain has gradually developed.
Not only is the color of Guangcai porcelain influenced by Western countries, which are mainly colorful, but also the shape of the porcelain is also influenced by the West, and many porcelain shapes are fired that are different from traditional porcelain.
For example, the Guangcai porcelain teapot in front of you clearly has the style of the Western Regions.
The body of the pot is slender, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. There is a pointed lid protruding from the lid. At first glance, it looks a bit baroque.
There are also differences between Guangcai porcelain. The porcelains of the Kangxi, Yongzong and Qian dynasties were mostly fine. Although the quality was good in the later years, the number of fine porcelains decreased year by year.
Although the set of Guangcai porcelain in front of me cannot be called fine porcelain, its texture is not bad and it can be regarded as a small fine product.
Zhang Junping negotiated the price and bought all the Guangcai porcelain for one mark a piece.
Just like in Berlin, I rented a warehouse in the flea market, stored the porcelain, and continued shopping.
Zhang Junping locked the warehouse door and was about to go back to the flea market when he suddenly saw two people sneaking around in the corner of the warehouse in front of him and didn't know what they were doing.
Looking at it carefully, one of the old men gave the middle-aged man a roll of something.
The middle-aged man opened it and took a look at it, then rolled it up and handed the old man an envelope.
Zhang Junping was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic.
He had just seen clearly that the roll was an oil painting, and the envelope handed to the old man contained Prussian Mark banknotes.
It looks like it's about two to three thousand marks thick.
An old man secretly traded an oil painting, and all he wanted was cash.
This reminded Zhang Junping of the treasure guardian he couldn't find.
It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.
At this time, Zhang Junping no longer cared about continuing to visit the flea market. He walked directly to the side and stared at the old man from a distance.
After the transaction was completed, the old man didn't stop at all and went straight out of the flea market.
Zhang Junping slowly followed behind, about two hundred meters away from the old man.
This distance is not easy to detect.
Of course, this distance refers to a relatively open place like this. In urban areas, it is more than 200 meters, and you may be thrown away with just one turn.
"Holy shit!" Zhang Junping couldn't help but cursed.
The old man actually came by car. The old man left the flea market and got into a car.
Zhang Junping quickly pushed his bicycle out, rode on the road, and waited for the old man.
After a while, the old man drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
Seeing the old man's car passing by, Zhang Junping waved his hand towards the old man's car, screamed strangely, and started to pedal hard from behind, chasing the old man's car.
Fortunately, the laws here in Prussia are stricter and the traffic and speed limits are better implemented.
The old man's speed was not fast, but Zhang Junping could still catch up.
Following the direction of the old man's car, Zhang Junping immediately felt something was wrong.
This is not the direction to the city, but the direction to the suburbs.
On the way, the old man stopped at a supermarket, bought a lot of things, then got in the car and continued driving forward.
Zhang Junping followed the old man's car unhurriedly and finally arrived at an old apartment in the suburbs.
Zhang Junping stopped the car far away and looked around. He saw no one, no cameras or anything that should not appear in this era.
Then he pushed the bicycle into the trees on the roadside and put the bicycle into the museum space.
Then he quickly approached the apartment.
This is a very old six-story apartment. The walls are starting to peel off. It looks like it has a history of more than a hundred years.
The old man had just parked his car and glanced at Zhang Junping, who was walking over, but didn't pay attention.
Zhang Junping was carrying an easel and drawing board on his back at this time, and he was dressed like an artistic young man wandering around sketching.
"Sir, are there any houses for rent here?" Zhang Junping asked the old man with a smile.
"Go over there and ask!" The old man pointed in a direction and then went directly to the stairs.
"Thank you!" Zhang Junping shouted loudly from behind.
After waiting for a minute, there was the sound of opening and closing the door in the cave.
"First floor!" Zhang Junping smiled, turned around and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
They come, the security.
Zhang Junping found a place with good scenery, set up the easel, fixed the drawing board, clamped the oil painting paper, and started painting.
From this location, you can just see the exit of the apartment.
Zhang Junping was creating while monitoring the old man.
At noon, I took out two burgers and a glass of ice-cold Coke from the museum space, finished my lunch, and continued to create.
Until the evening, the old man did not come out again.
Zhang Junping pretended to pack up his easel and leave, but he actually hid around a corner.
Find a place with leeward wind, wrap up your clothes, lie on the ground, close your eyes and meditate.
It wasn't until about 11 o'clock at night that Zhang Junping got up, found a hood and put it on.
Then we came to the old man’s home.
I listened at the door, but there was no movement inside.
I went outside the window and looked in. There were curtains on the window, so I couldn't see inside, but it was pitch black inside.
He must have fallen asleep.
The door couldn't be opened, so I had to find a way through the window.
Take out a glass knife from the space, lightly draw a few times on the window, and take off the glass.
Then reach in and open the window.
Zhang Junping jumped into the house.
After waiting for a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he stood up and slowly walked to the bedroom.
The old man drank wine and was sleeping soundly.
Zhang Junping walked over and pressed on the old man's neck for a while, causing the old man to fall into a coma.
Now, the thunder probably won't wake the old man up.
Just turn on the lights in the room.
This is a small room, only seventy or eighty square meters.
The structure of the living room, kitchen, toilet and bedroom is simple and clear at a glance.
Zhang Junping discovered the problems in the house at a glance.
There is a mezzanine here.
However, because the old man often took oil paintings from inside to sell them, the mezzanine was damaged and very eye-catching.
The old man hung an old carpet on the wall to cover it up.
Ordinary people may not notice or imagine that there is a mezzanine behind it.
But Zhang Junping had long known about the existence of the mezzanine, so it became easier. The carpet actually provided him with guidance.
Take off the carpet and there is a door blocked with bricks.
It turns out that some concealment work was done and the same paint was applied to the other walls, but now the old man has opened it again.
Just block it with bricks.
After taking away the bricks, Zhang Junping discovered that it was not a mezzanine but a room with the door blocked.
The original layout of two bedrooms and one living room has become one bedroom and one living room.
There was no electric light in the room inside, so Zhang Junping could only take out a flashlight.
I was stunned immediately.
There was a pile of mirror-like items wrapped tightly in brown paper stacked in the room.
Judging from the shape, you can tell that this is where you are going to find those oil paintings worth one billion euros.
There is no way to check exactly how many there are.
The entire room, with only a small space at the entrance, is filled with oil paintings stacked from the ground to the roof.
Zhang Junping was naturally not polite and directly waved his hand and put away all the oil paintings in the room.
In a burst of dust, Zhang Junping exited the room.
"Holy crap! What kind of bullshit did you analyze before?
If it weren't for my luck, damn it, it's the other way around, it would be weird if I could find it." Zhang Junping cursed secretly.
What's near the palace? It's dozens of miles away from the palace.
After getting the things, Zhang Junping glanced at the old man who was still in a coma.
In another world, an antique dealer left him a painting for his retirement.
In this world, oil paintings are not left to him, as they are prone to disaster.
From the space, he took out a few diamonds and a dozen gold necklaces and placed them on the old man's bedside.
These things should be enough if you save some money.
Zhang Junping thought this and left the apartment.
Three chapters in one.
I read it today and some people said that posting a big chapter is to prepare for less updates in the next step.
I just want to say that I now write full time.
Just rely on coding to make money to support your family. How can you do that kind of thing, update less, and cheat yourself?
