[Ms. Qi is amazing! ! ]
[Families rush]
[I happen to be free next week, I must go to the exhibition]
[Suddenly remembered that someone said that Qi Linqing didn't have a good work]
[laughing]
[The slap in the face is coming, the speed is as fast as a tornado]
[B City Art Museum is one of the best art museums in the country. Almost all the artists who can hold exhibitions here are domestic bigwigs. I remember that the exhibitions here last year included Zhang Daqian's touring exhibition and Nathaniel Lambert. ]
[Qi Linqing's first exhibition can be held here is really awesome]
[The scariest thing is that he is only nineteen years old...]
[You know nothing about the power of genius]
The comment area quickly built a 50w+ tall building.
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At this time, Qi Linqing, who was in the hotel, also received information about the museum exhibition from Mr. Xu.
It will start next week, and as usual, artists need to go to the pavilion to hold the opening ceremony on the first day.
Mr. Xu's voice was full of excitement through the phone line, "I will definitely bring people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association to cheer you on!"
Qi Linqing smiled lightly, "Thank you."
He is very grateful to Mr. Xu for everything he has done for himself.
"You don't need to thank me." Mr. Xu said indifferently: "As long as you can draw more works, I think it is the best reward for me."
"good."
Qi Linqing browsed through the exhibition information again, his eyes stayed on the number of paintings, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Didn't you say that there are only five works in the exhibition?" he asked.
At that time, Mr. Xu made this request, and Qi Linqing sent a stack of paintings for him to choose.
Mr. Xu: "Yes, but your paintings are so excellent that we unanimously decided to send them all to the exhibition."
"So that's how it is." Qi Linqing unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.
Mr. Xu went on to say: "Do you know that you will hold more exhibitions in the future? Every single one of your paintings is enough to cause a sensation. You are still so low-key that people outside say that you are hype."
Qi Linqing smiled and said nothing.
Maybe it's because he's already popular, he doesn't have much desire to be famous now.
A dead artist is always worth more than a living one.
He thought, no matter how hard he tried in this life, he might not be able to compare with "Fu Yi" in his previous life.
hang up the phone.
Qi Linqing got up and boiled a pot of hot water.
behind.
Zhong Chen, who was lying on the bed and taking a nap, rubbed his eyes and woke up.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Qi Linqing turned to look at him when he heard the sound.
"It's okay." Zhong Chen stretched his waist, stretched his hands forward and said, "I want a hug."
Qi Linqing poured hot water into the glass and added some mineral water.
After testing that the water temperature was right, he walked to the bed with the cup in his hand.
He put the cup on the bedside table first, leaned over and hugged Zhong Chen gently.
The temperature of the body contact is hot, but the touch is very soft.
Qi Linqing could smell the faint fragrance of shampoo behind Zhong Chen's ears.
At this moment, many emotions flashed through his heart,
He felt that he should have a lot of things to tell Zhong Chen.
But Qi Linqing opened his mouth, and finally only said one sentence: "Thank you."
If it weren't for Liang Luoduan, maybe there would be no Fu Yi today.
Zhong Chen felt that Qi Linqing seemed to be different from usual, so he patted him on the back.
"Don't say thank you to me in the future, it's so neat."
What couple is like them
The words "thank you", "sorry", and "hello" were on Qi Linqing's lips every day.
Although he himself is a veteran cadre with strict words and serious reticence, Zhong Chen still finds it strange.
It seems that they are not in a period of passionate love, but husbands who have been married for many years and respect each other as guests.
Qi Linqing was slightly stunned, and immediately said in a low voice: "Okay."
The next evening.
Lin Xichen brought Huang Yuchen to the hotel to pick them up for the Nanpai Auction.
The temperature difference between day and night in Shashi is huge, and it is freezing cold at night.
Under Qi Linqing's order, Zhong Chen had to put on a bloated down jacket on the outside.
Pop music was playing in the car.
Huang Yuchen drove the SUV, humming and turning the steering wheel.
He likes to wear ripped jeans and wears a chain of silver necklaces. His eyes sparkle when he talks about his favorite bands.
"My favorite singer is Han Yuegen! He is really cool and has a very personal style. I also heard that he was a gangster. Last year, he got into a fight with someone and was sent to the hospital. He had several stitches. He didn't say anything the whole time. Tough guy."
Qi Linqing: "He is not a good person."
Huang Yuchen didn't take it seriously, "Men are not bad, but women don't love them."
Seems to make sense.
Qi Linqing was thoughtful.
And Zhong Chen checked the news about Han Yuegen's hospitalization online, and fell silent.
This is because last time he used Han Yuegen as a tool to make Qi Linqing jealous.
He was there to witness it—it wasn't a fight, it was a one-sided beating.
Thinking back now, Zhong Chen's conscience is quite sorry.
Qi Linqing also chatted with Huang Yuchen for a while, and found that this young man seemed different from what he had imagined.
Although under Lin Xichen's strict requirements, Huang Yuchen learned the skill of restoring ancient paintings from primary school Chinese painting, and he will surely inherit the mantle of Nanpai Yue in the future. But compared to these ancient things, he obviously yearns for the outside world more.
The air conditioner was on in the car.
It didn't take long for Zhong Chen to feel the heat, so he took off his down jacket, unbuttoned the wrist buttons of his shirt, and rolled up the material to expose his arms.
Huang Yuchen saw the phoenix tattoo on Zhong Chen's arm through the rearview mirror. It was as red as blood, as if it could dance, drifting in the dark night.
"Your tattoo is quite beautiful, which tattoo artist designed it?" Huang Yuchen couldn't help but ask.
Zhong Chen pointed to Qi Linqing and said, "He."
Huang Yuchen understood in seconds.
Although the other party is not a tattoo artist, he can design patterns.
As expected of a giant, he is simply an all-rounder in the painting world.
He couldn't help feeling admiration for Qi Linqing in his heart.
"You want a tattoo too?" Qi Linqing said with a smile.
Huang Yuchen shook his head, glanced at Lin Xichen who was sitting in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye, and muttered, "I don't dare."
The Southern School is quite traditional.
Especially the older generation can't accept things that are too trendy.
Lin Xichen snorted coldly, "If you dare to get a tattoo, I'll chop off your arm later."
Huang Yuchen rolled his eyes and whispered, "Old Antique."
When Lin Xichen heard it, she blushed even more with anger.
There are guests sitting behind the student, so it is not easy for him to get angry on the spot.
After finally arriving at the destination, Lin Xichen was the first to open the car door and limped to the other side on crutches, obviously not wanting to talk to her disappointing great-grandson.
Qi Linqing also got out of the car and raised his head to look at this splendid and high-end building.
The auction house is located in the center of the city. It looks like a hotel on the outside, but there is something different inside.
The security check at the door is strict, and each person is given a hand card to allow entry according to their ID card.
In the lobby, the smooth marble floors are spotless and reflective.
Waiters in tuxedos guide guests back and forth to take the elevator to the first floor of the basement.
Ding.
When the elevator door opened, a wooden wall suddenly appeared in front of him, with a line of calligraphy and Chinese characters hanging on it:
Guardian Auction House [Shashi Branch].
Qi Linqing was slightly startled when he saw it, and thought to himself, Guardian Auction House, isn't that the property of the Gu Family in City B
Could it be that the Gu Family is also related to the Southern School
Zhong Chen patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll send a message to ask Gu Demao later."
The auction hall was full of people.
In the front is a red cloth stage with lights, and below it is a neat row of black seats, and now there are many people sitting densely.
According to Lin Xichen, the rules of the auction have been changed in recent years, and the auction is gradually being opened to the outside world. In addition to people from the Southern School, there should be many wealthy businessmen who are fond of antiques and famous paintings.
Under the leadership of the waiter, the four of them took their seats in the box.
The box was surrounded by curtains, and through a window directly in front, one could see the grand occasion in front of the auction stage.
Free melons and fruits, drinks and snacks are placed on the table. The scene is like a concert.
The waiter bent down and said respectfully, "If you have any other needs, please let me know at any time."
Qi Linqing: "Is there any milk tea?"
Waiter: "Yes, what brand and flavor do you want? Or you can try our auction house's classic silk stocking milk tea."
Huang Yuchen gave him a surprised look, "Do you like milk tea?"
"No, my wife likes it." After Qi Linqing finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Zhong Chen, "Which one do you want to drink?"
The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth turned up slightly, "Well, let's have silk stocking milk tea, this one is pretty good."
Qi Linqing was a little strange, the tone of the other party seemed to have been to Guardian Auction House before.
He thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever drank before?"
Oops, I accidentally slipped my mouth.
"No, no." Zhong Chen felt guilty for a while, and hurriedly pretended to fool around.
He had indeed been here before. It was to buy the Zijin Langhao brush that his master had given him.
"Oh." Qi Linqing picked up the raw tea on the table and took a sip.
Lin Xichen patted his great-grandson and said, "Look at how loving he is, when will you bring someone home to hold my great-great-grandson?"
Huang Yuchen felt that while being caught off guard and being fed a big mouthful of dog food, he also suffered a certain amount of mental torture.
"No, if I bring a man home, how can I hug your grandson?" He had black lines all over his head.
Lin Xichen pondered for a moment, "That's true."
Huang Yuchen really didn't want to sit next to the old man, and he didn't want to eat dog food near the other side.
In the end, he simply went to the bathroom with an excuse, went outside and smoked a cigarette.
There is a special smoking room opposite the toilet in the outer hall of the auction house, where tobacco, wine and tea are provided free of charge.
Huang Yuchen pushed the door open and walked in, found an empty seat, took out a cigarette and lit it.
He took a deep breath and exhaled it after passing through his lungs. The dizziness and the feeling of the upper part filled his brain, and he felt that he was alive.
There were quite a few men like him who were smoking clouds sitting around, chatting in twos and threes.
"This year's auction house is very good. I heard that there is a famous painting by Yuan Sihao."
"Not only! There is also the authentic painting of St. Fu Yi..."
Upon hearing Fu Yi, Huang Yuchen immediately pricked up his ears.
Although he himself didn't want to embark on the path of inheriting the Southern School in the future, Lin Xichen couldn't help brainwashing him from childhood.
Fu Yi is the ancestor of the Southern School.
A man with half-long hair and a shawl said lazily with a cigarette in his mouth: "I'm afraid the Southern School is dying now, even Fu Yi's paintings are willing to sell."
"Isn't it because people from a place in Nanpai colluded with Xiaori...Sakura Island last year to smuggle, were caught by the police on the spot, and owed a large foreign debt." Another person sneered.
"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the southern faction always made these things. The things left by the ancestors have to be given to them."
"That's it."
"I don't think the north and the south can do it anymore. After all, the social situation is different now."
"..."
Huang Yuchen felt uncomfortable when he heard this.
The Southern faction is too big, and it has been divided into several different factions that have been passed down for thousands of years.
Some factions have done things to slander their reputations, and they have to take the blame with them outside.
But who is the faction that colluded with Sakura Island for smuggling? !
And Fu Yi's authentic work... Why did it appear on the auction house
Huang Yuchen's face was serious.
All kinds of questions came to mind, as if the front was shrouded in endless fog.
By the time Huang Yuchen finished smoking two cigarettes and returned to the box, the auction had already officially started.
As soon as he sat down, the old man covered his nose in distaste, and said angrily, "Go to smoke again, it stinks to death."
Huang Yuchen silently took an apple from the table and gnawed it.
Later, he heard Zhong Chen say to Qi Linqing: "Gu Demao sent me a message. He said that he didn't know about the Southern School. It is estimated that the venue of the auction house is rented from their family."
Qi Linqing: "That's it."
What the hell is Gudemao
Subconsciously popped up in Huang Yuchen's mind: Gu Demao Ning.
Off the court, in the center of the lights.
The beautiful hostess introduced the first collection with a smile: "This is the famous painting "Spring Mountain Snow Picture" by Mi Feiyu, a painter of the Ming Dynasty. A rare masterpiece. Provided by the Zhenan School, the starting price is two million RMB—"
The photos of the paintings are released in high-definition by the projector on the back.
There was a commotion immediately below the stage.
Bids come and go.
"Two hundred and twenty thousand RMB!"
"Two and a half million!"
"three million!"
"..."
Qi Linqing stared at the painting with fixed eyebrows.
He later also learned about the painters of later generations in history. This Mr. Mi Feiyu is quite famous.
After a lengthy bidding process, the painting "Rising Snow in the Spring Mountains" was finally sold for five million yuan.
But compared to the outside market price, it is actually lower.
Then one after another, the famous paintings that appeared in the auction became more famous, expensive and shocking.
Fan Kuan, Zhan Zichen, Zhou Fang, Zhang Xuan... These are all famous painters who have left a deep impression on Chinese traditional painting.
Even the people in the audience were a little surprised by the great generosity of the Nanpai this time.
Did Nanpai sell off its inventory
But grabbing is earning. Everyone started bidding.
Qi Linqing also took two pictures, namely Li Gonglin's "Five Horses" and Xia Gui's "Rainy Trees and Smoke".
More in line with his aesthetic.
But more ancient paintings were spread to the rich merchants present.
"Why did the Southern School sell these precious paintings?" Qi Linqing asked Lin Xichen.
Lin Xichen looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it.
This is a decision made by the headquarters, and he is not qualified to sway.
Huang Yuchen snorted, "The answer is simple, the Nanpai has no money."
"Don't talk nonsense, brat." Lin Xichen glared at his great-grandson.
Huang Yuchen crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa.
"I'm not talking nonsense, I heard it with both ears."
Qi Linqing can understand.
With such a change, in today's decline of traditional Chinese painting, ancient organizations like the North-South School are destined to be gradually eliminated by the times.
As Mr. Xu said, only those who can get the support of the country can make it to the end steadily.
In this regard, the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association has done a very good job.
Zhong Chen interjected, "How much money does the Nanpai need? I can help."
Lin Xichen shook her head and sighed lightly. With the change of facial expression, he seemed to be much older at this moment.
"It's not about money. It's about traditional Chinese painting, and it really doesn't work now."
He knows it all too well.
Huang Yuchen muttered: "You are very self-aware of the future of the Southern School, so you keep telling me to inherit what my ancestors left in the future. There is no future at all."
Lin Xichen said with some sentimentality: "It is precisely because of this that the Southern School needs to inherit it even more. It is a precious thing left by the painter Fu Yi, and it cannot be passed down from generation to generation."
"Fu Yi, Fu Yi! It's him who you open and shut every day! He's been dead for many years, are you bothered? Maybe he doesn't care if he's in the underworld. Whether the Southern School is broken or not." Huang Yuchen couldn't bear to roar.
The emotions accumulated over the years seem to have reached a full point.
Lin Xichen was also so angry that her nose was crooked. If there were no guests here, he would definitely raise his crutches and beat up his great-grandson.
Qi Linqing: "..."
He really didn't seem to care much.
In Qi Linqing's view, the Southern School is not the future of traditional Chinese painting.
What was in the past needs to be replaced by new things.
One cannot stick to one's self forever.
Hearing about other people's housework and private affairs suddenly, Zhong Chen quickly took a sip of milk tea to suppress his shock.
Today's Nanpai is different from what he imagined.
On the other side, on the auction stage.
The host picked up the microphone and shouted excitedly:
"The following is an unborn masterpiece by Yuan Sihao in the Tang Dynasty, "The Bright Moon in Autumn Mountains"-the scroll of this painting is about 126.7cm long and 45.8cm wide. The content is well preserved and the colors are rich. We have identified it as genuine. The starting price is seven Millions of RMB…”
Due to the love of the Japanese side, the prices of Yuan Sihao's works in the international market have also risen in recent years.
But Qi Linqing stood up abruptly, staring deeply at the picture of the painting on the big screen.
This so-called "Autumn Mountain and Bright Moon Picture" is exactly the painting he lost before!
Zhong Chen was also quite surprised.
Could it be that the theft had something to do with the Nanpai
If this is the case, Zhong Chen thought coldly, there seems to be no need for the Southern School to exist.
The auction site was boiling like boiling hot porridge.
In the end, "Autumn Mountain and Bright Moon" was auctioned by a wealthy businessman from Suzhou at a high price of 12 million.
The host then showed the finale of this auction - Fu Yi's masterpiece!
As soon as it appeared on the big screen, it immediately burned the audience like a flame, bringing the atmosphere to its peak.
Everyone knows how rare paintings of Saint-Fouy are. The last time "Reed Flower Cave and Moon Picture" appeared in the world, it caused a national sensation.
If the news gets out, it will definitely cause shocks to the outside world.
Today, when traditional Chinese painting is in decline, Fu Yi's name is still a well-known golden signboard in China.
This is a landscape painting, with hazy snow-capped mountains and dotted pine trees embellished appropriately.
The yellowed scrolls were laid out flat, revealing a strong sense of antiquity.
"We named it "Picture of Pine Mountains in Snow Scenery"." The host introduced: "After being determined by the special personnel of the Southern School, this painting is Fu Yidai Yuan Sihao's ghostwriting work."
The value of a painting is actually closely related to the story behind it.
For example, "Luo Shen Fu", which has allusions, has become a priceless treasure.
That being said, the painting immediately appears unusual.
Qi Linqing's eyebrows twitched.
He hates people giving random names to his paintings.
Especially when the painting was stolen.
The scene where everyone competes to bid is a human tragedy.
Banknotes flowed out in a clatter.
"Fifty million!"
"Seventy million!"
"Ninety million!"
"100 million!!"
"..."
Just as Qi Linqing was about to speak, he heard the person beside him call out coldly: "1.5 billion."
He turned his head.
The atmosphere of the scene froze for an instant.
But the remaining few billionaires were not reconciled and tried to hold up the sign and continue to bid.
Zhong Chen answered the remaining two words unhurriedly: "U.S. dollars."
The host looked ecstatic, and immediately made a final decision: "The price for box No. 18 is 1.5 billion dollars, 1.5 billion dollars. Is there anyone else higher than him?"
"..."
deathly silence
Who can afford it
Is there a gold mine at home
Huang Yuchen opened his mouth wide.
He knew that Zhong Chen was rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich!
Elder Lin Xichen's eyes also froze for a long time.
Noticing Qi Linqing's gaze, Zhong Chen leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll let them spit out the money."
Others may not have this confidence, but he has it.
After the auction ended, there was still a lot of noise at the scene. Many people are reluctant to leave.
They wanted to find out who the mysterious person in Box 18 was.
In the whole world, there are only a handful of famous paintings that can be auctioned at this price.
Not to mention the secret auction held by their Nanpai!
The auction is dubbed "Jianle" by the outside world because the paintings and antiques it sells are lower than the market price.
But this 1.5 billion dollars is too exaggerated.
Inside the box.
Zhong Chen first called Gu Demao, and then called the brothers in City B.
The original owner's "Bloodthirsty Azure Dragon" secondary status can still come in handy occasionally.
Then he asked Lin Xichen and Huang Yuchen to go back first, and he was responsible for the rest of the matter.
"Brother, you are such a tiger." Huang Yuchen looked at Zhong Chen adoringly, with a silly look on his face that was about to become a fan.
"It has nothing to do with being a tiger or not." Zhong Chenyun said lightly, "Anyone who dares to bully my man will die."
Huang Yuchen: "...?"
The cold dog food patted my face carelessly.
Qi Linqing bypassed the back door and went to the men's toilet.
When he was washing his hands, the door of the compartment behind him opened, and a familiar figure came out.
The young man was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a Guanyin jade pendant around his neck. His handsome appearance is so conspicuous that it is almost unforgettable.
Qi Linqing recognized at a glance that this was the gatekeeper he saw at the Nanpai headquarters last time.
"Hello." Ren Xinyuan also took the initiative to greet him.
"Hello." After Qi Lin washed his hands, he took out two paper towels and wiped them.
Ren Xinyuan took the initiative: "Now the headquarters has been renovated, if you are free, you can come and visit anytime."
Qi Linqing looked at the mirror in front of him, but he was actually sizing up this person.
The more you look at it, the more familiar it is.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Have I met you somewhere?"
Ren Xinyuan smiled and said, "It was at the headquarters last time, you just forgot."
Qi Linqing: "No, I mean before that."
The smile on Ren Xinyuan's face gradually disappeared.
"Maybe you got it wrong. Everyone says I look like a star." He didn't even wipe his hands before turning around and leaving.
"etc."
In a blink of an eye, Qi Linqing remembered.
I am used to running every morning.
A few days before the theft, he vaguely remembered seeing the other party buying cigarettes in front of the convenience store.
It is true because Ren Xinyuan's appearance is more impressive.
All the clues are connected.
Qi Linqing rushed forward and grabbed the young man's wrist, looked directly at him and asked, "Did you steal the two paintings that were auctioned just now?"
"I stole it? It's funny, what are you talking about." Ren Xinyuan looked offended, and shook his hands to break free from Qi Linqing's shackles. But he didn't break free for a long time.
There were other people in the men's room, and they were casting strange glances at them.
Qi Linqing insisted: "I remember you showing up at my door."
Ren Xinyuan's eyes flickered, and he scoffed, "Do you have evidence? Please don't slander people in broad daylight. If I really stole your painting, don't worry, I will go to jail myself."
Hearing what the other party said, Qi Linqing slowly let go.
In fact, he was 80% sure that the thief was this person, but it was really difficult to do without evidence.
The police found no clues at the time.
Obviously the criminal's hands and feet are very clean. Perhaps... It can also be said to be experienced.
Ren Xinyuan flicked his wrist and muttered, "It hurts so much, I haven't asked you for mental damage and medical expenses yet."
"If you need to make a claim, you can contact my lawyer."
Qi Linqing took a deep look at him, turned and left.
Ren Xinyuan was still yelling provocatively behind him: "Hey, who is your lawyer? Leave a contact information."
Qi Linqing's forehead twitched.
If the other party only stole those two pictures, he wouldn't be so angry.
He knew that his apprentice Liang Luoduan was still alive, so he wanted to find a chance to give "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" to Zhong Chen himself.
But the painting also disappeared without a trace.
His face sank, he turned around and strode back.
"You can call the police, or ask my lawyer to claim compensation, whatever you want."
Qi Linqing punched the young man directly in the face.
Ren Xinyuan screamed, covered his left eye and said in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?!"
In the mirror, his left eye was already surrounded by black, and its shape was horrible.
Qi Linqing thought about it, and by the way, he punched him in the right eye, making it enough for a panda's eyes.
"no need to thank me."
Ren Xinyuan: "..."
Because his pig-killing screams spread too far, people in the women's toilet and the mother's and baby's room on the opposite side poked their heads to look around.
I don't know who said it, and soon attracted security guards and people to watch.
Qi Linqing, as the perpetrator, did not leave, but stayed where he was.
A girl recognized him and couldn't help taking out her phone to take a picture.
"Sorry, can the photos be deleted and not spread?" Qi Linqing stepped forward and asked politely.
That girl's heart melted when she heard it, Qi's voice was nice and gentle!
She nodded like a pest, and obediently deleted the photo.
"Don't forget to delete recently." Qi Linqing reminded.
Girl: "Of course! I deleted them all."
Afterwards, Qi Linqing asked someone to ask for ice cubes from the infirmary and handed them to Ren Xinyuan, saying, "Apply it."
Ren Xinyuan shrank back, his eyes revealing hatred and suspicion: "You won't poison the ice, will you?"
Qi Linqing: "No."
The girl shouted angrily: "You are the one who poisoned, and your whole family poisoned! Brother Qi is not such a person."
Ren Xinyuan groaned in pain, wanting to say that your brother just punched me hard just a moment ago.
There was a lot of noise about a Nanpai customer being beaten in the toilet of the auction, which was related to Qi Linqing.
After hearing this, Zhong Chen hurriedly ran towards this side.
Huang Yuchen was afraid of accidents, so after sending Mr. Lin to the car, he rushed over by himself.
Then the two saw a very strange scene in front of them.
Under the crowd watching, a blind man with deep dark circles fell down on the floor of the men's room.
And Qi Linqing stood aside, his body straight as a pine.
The security guard told them that Qi Linqing beat the man.
Reported now, waiting for the police to come and deal with it.
"What's going on??" Huang Yuchen's head was full of question marks, and he didn't believe what happened here.
In his impression, it was impossible for Qi Linqing to hit someone.
Zhong Chen didn't take it seriously, and said: "Don't look at his temper, but he always takes revenge, and he will retaliate twice."
Half an hour later, the police arrived.
Qi Linqing calmly explained what happened.
The police conducted a detailed investigation and even sealed off the headquarters of the Nanpai. Unexpectedly, a shocking theft case was actually involved!
There are many ancient paintings in the warehouse of the headquarters. However, there are many famous paintings stolen from museums and wealthy merchants in the past.
After analysis by the inspectors specially invited by the police, some of them were fake paintings.
- Apparently the Southern faction is secretly carrying out counterfeiting activities.
In recent years, the state has supported the crackdown on counterfeiting, and the police will definitely punish them severely this time. Although it was only done by one branch of the Southern faction, almost everyone was forced into the water for investigation.
It even made the news. Especially after the media revealed its collusion with the island country, the reputation of the Nanpai was immediately tainted, and all the netizens scolded them one-sidedly.
Knowing that the general situation was over, Lin Xichen could only hold Qi Linqing's hand and said with tears in his eyes, "No matter what, you must participate in this year's competition with the Northern faction instead of us."
Qi Linqing nodded in agreement.
This was the last thing he could do for the Nanpai.
Now China's criminal investigation technology is very mature. After confirming the suspect, the police called up the previous camera records near Qi Linqing's home, and finally determined that Ren Xinyuan was the thief who stole the painting.
But he is far from alone behind the scenes.
"Landscapes of Thousand Miles" was also successfully retrieved, and it was wrapped in a sealed file and returned to Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing was worried that Zhong Chen might be suspicious of what it was, and elaborated a lie to explain: "These are some securities stocks prepared by Mr. Yan for me."
Zhong Chen nodded, "I know, I believe in you."
Listening to Qi Linqing, she always felt that this was a bit strange.
As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts. The reason why many criminals can escape the punishment behind bars is because they spend a lot of money to hire powerful lawyers and take advantage of legal loopholes.
The Nanpai had also been targeted by the police before, but they escaped several times because of this.
The energy behind them is very large, and they are even related to the official.
But this time they were miserable. The people above can't protect them either.
The entire den of fraud, together with the people involved, was taken over in one go.
The lawyers Zhong Chen invited were the top team in the country, with a total of 99 lawyers.
The three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. And 99 Zhuge Liang, no one can resist.
So they all went to jail.
Ren Xinyuan was the worst. Because the famous painting "Snow Landscape with Pine Mountains" he stole was sold at auction for 1.5 billion U.S. dollars, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment according to the theft law.
The matter was reported to the Internet by the police official blog, which caused an uproar.
[The group of people from the Southern faction are too disgusting]
[Collusion between inside and outside, falsification and stealing, it is really evil]
[I guess they can even do things like tomb robbery]
[A group of traitors! ! die for me]
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A big V revealed that one of the victims, Qi Linqing, was one of the enthusiastic people who helped the police capture the criminal gang.
The last time Qi Linqing was taken away for investigation on suspicion of counterfeiting antiques, it was actually because of the framing by this group of criminal gangs. He himself was also stolen three famous paintings, one of which was an authentic Fu Yi, worth 1.5 billion US dollars.
When the official news came out, it was a complete clarification.
Netizens were shocked.
[Hey guys, $1.5 billion? ? ]
[I'm stupid]
[It turns out that Qi Linqing is so rich]
[Those who engage in art are really rich...]
[I hate this group of criminal gangs, the thief shouts "Stop the thief"]
The enthusiasm brought by the hot searches on this matter is like a gust of east wind.
So much so that after the exhibition "Green Mountains Misty Rain" in the Art Museum of B City was officially opened to the public, the number of visitors once created a historical record—
The author has something to say: My family, I really want to end it recently, because I really can’t think of so many chapter names with radicals...