The "Picasso Art Gallery" was invested and built by the government. The meaning of its establishment in Vegas is probably to tell the world that this is not just a paradise for gamblers.
Thanks to the bad weather today, the deserted art exhibition has a good excuse for sparse guests. When Shen Ming and Xiao Yi accompanied Heilong to the art exhibition, there were only thirty people visiting the huge exhibition hall, and half of them were staff members of the organizer.
The paintings displayed in the gallery are all from various countries, but they are not so well-known. From the price point, they range from hundreds of thousands of dollars to millions of dollars.
But in Xiao Yi's view, things like oil paintings either can't be understood, and those who can understand can't understand why they are worth so much money? Pushing the black dragon forward all the way, the black dragon in western clothes is full of joy. I am used to seeing the ugly black dragon with flesh and blood flying all over the world, probably only when facing these ink scrolls will it appear like a young girl in Huaichun.
In college, Heilong took the oil painting department as an elective. The dean of the department once lamented that Heilong was a born artist, but in the end he got a degree from a philistine businessman.
"It's right here." Heilong motioned Xiao Yi to stop in front of a huge painting with a height of 2 meters and a width of 1.5 meters. The painting depicts a sunny field path. A mother holds a picnic basket in one hand and a The little girl walks.
It only describes the back view of the mother and daughter, but the painting perfectly expresses the happiness and joy between the mother and daughter in the picture.
"1. Do you know what is the most important thing about oil painting?" Heilong stared at the painting, reluctant to move his eyes away for a long time.
"I don't know art, but it should be paint?" Shen Ming said softly.
"Half of the answer is correct. Every painter has his own usual techniques, realism and abstraction. There is no comparison between this school and that school. Only the paints used by everyone are common. A good painter can integrate emotions into the paint on the drawing board. , happiness, pain, sadness, despair, everything can be felt from the paint.
Just like the painting in front of me, the composition is simple and the content is simple, but it can make people feel the artist's happiness deeply. I guess the mother and daughter in the painting are his family members. The long-lost reunion makes the artist extremely happy, which is why the paint is smiling. "
"This painting is called "Picnic", and the artist's name is Shijiu? What a strange name?" Xiao Yi looked at the introduction next to the painting, because there are very few introductions in the column of the artist, and there is only one of Shijiu's surviving paintings. This piece was launched by a mysterious seller in a New York auction house 10 years ago, and it caused a sensation in the animation world.
After 10 years of gestation, no other works of Shijiu have been released on the market, which has caused the price to soar. It is now worth about 20 million US dollars, and collectors have no intention of transferring it, but only lending it to various exhibitions.
"The painter should be Chinese." Shen Ming saw the inscription "Shijiu" written in traditional Chinese on the right corner of the painting, which should be the artist's signature.
"I really don't understand, the painting is so good, why don't you continue to publish it?" Xiao Yi wondered.
"Inspiration is like life, sometimes it is fleeting, let's go." Heilong stayed for too long, and motioned Xiao Yi to push the cart to continue admiring.
But Shen Ming could tell that Heilong still liked the painting "Picnic" the most, and when he looked at other paintings, he never showed such a happy expression.
After shopping for about an hour, Heilong and Xiao Yi came to the bathroom. Although there was no one inside, Shen Ming could only wait outside the door.
It was also at this time that a black woman in a coat came over and smiled at Shen Ming at the door. The unique bulk of the African-American woman made Shen Ming completely uninterested.
The woman walked directly to the side of the black dragon's cubicle, and Xiao Yi stood in front of the sink and waited for the black dragon to finish.
Everything was so natural, until the woman pulled out a USP pistol from the bag and installed the silencer.
She skillfully pressed the muzzle of the gun against the thin wooden board of the compartment, and gently opened the safety of the gun.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door panel in front of the killer was punched through. His palm grabbed her by the neck and pulled the woman's end and broke the wooden door. The killer pulled the trigger twice in a panic, and the bullet almost It pierced through the head of the black dragon.
Shen Ming threw the killer onto the sink, and the huge mirror was smashed into spider webs.
"How do you know she's the killer's?" Xiao Yi pulled out a G18 pistol and stepped forward, kicking the killer's gun away.
"It's the skin color and smell. How can this black man who is still wearing cheap Adidas sports perfume understand the elegant art of oil painting?" Shen Ming squatted next to the killer and searched.
"Hey, you're racist..." Xiao Yi frowned.
"Discrimination is discrimination, you sue me." When Shen Ming spoke, a bulging object rolled out of the killer's pocket, which turned out to be a grenade.
"Little..." Shen Ming hadn't spoken his heart yet, when there was a loud bang, and the grenade exploded, releasing a dazzling white light and a deafening sound. This is the acousto-optic tactical grenade used by special forces. Even trained Shen Ming also lost his eyesight and hearing for a while.
The invisible Xiao Yi instinctively pulled the trigger a few times, but the bullet hit the ground where the killer was lying. The guy didn't faint at all, and rolled away the moment he threw the grenade.
The effect of the grenade can last for 30 seconds, which is enough for her to kill everyone present.
The black woman stood up, took off her windbreaker, revealing a body of muscular body not inferior to that of a man, put on her knuckles and rushed towards Shen Ming.
boom! boom! boom! The combined three punches hit Shen Ming's side arm, lower abdomen and waist. Shen Ming couldn't see or hear the killer at all, so he could only passively raise his hands to protect his head.
The black woman named Black Panther is a freelance killer hired by the Black Mamba. His fist strength is comparable to that of a boxing champion, and with the metal knuckles, he can even punch holes in concrete, but when he hit Shen Ming's body, the bodyguard only shook his body twice, and there was a trace of blood oozing between his teeth. generally.
"The physique is good. If I have time, I really want to do a few more tricks, but unfortunately I don't have time." The black panther smirked and twitched his knuckles, and a sharp blade popped out from between his fingers.
The waving straight fist aimed at Shen Ming's throat, and Shen Ming, who had his eyes closed, suddenly turned sideways, as if he had seen it, and invaded in front of the black panther, turned around and fell in the air, swung the 180 A catty black panther is as easy as throwing a cloth bag.
"Don't wear such a heavy perfume next time, it's a pity there won't be a next time." Shen Ming threw the black panther to the ground heavily, his head fell to the ground, the floor tiles were broken, and the woman who was foaming at the mouth completely passed out.
After 20 seconds passed, Shen Ming's vision and hearing recovered, and only then did he knock on the wooden door partitioned by the black dragon.
"Wear pantyhose, wait for me." Heilong looked leisurely as if nothing had happened to Shen Ming.
"You're injured!" Xiao Yi saw the blood on the corner of Shen Ming's mouth.
"It's okay after being punched a few times." Shen Ming waved his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Having been attacked for two consecutive days, Heilong's life can be said to be very difficult, but she still doesn't take it seriously, presumably she has adapted to this bloody life long ago.
After leaving the gallery, the three quickly drove back to the headquarters. The moment the car stopped, Shen Ming felt that something was wrong, there was a strange look in the eyes of those younger brothers, as if something was stuck in their throats and they couldn't speak.
"Sister, he's here." Scar, who used to be the bodyguard of the black dragon before Shen Ming, carried the black dragon out of the car, and said with a look of embarrassment.
"The old guy would have come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Heilong sighed, and the old guy he was talking about was the president of the Bamboo Curtain Society—Sun Qian.
This old man, who is over sixty years old, has been in charge of the Bamboo Curtain Society for 30 years. He has unified the gangs in Bend Island and has the courage to expand his business to all over the world. He is the most discerning leader of the Bamboo Curtain Society. Heilong can become the head of the American district at a young age as a female class, and he can see how good Sun Qian's vision is.
"Where is the old guy?" Black Dragon asked softly.
"In your room."
"Do you have a change of shoes?"
"Probably not..." Scar laughed awkwardly.
"Notify Auntie, come later and do the cleaning for me... Forget it, I guess it won't be necessary." Heilong walked towards the elevator resentfully.
Just bringing Shen Ming and Xiao Yi to meet the president, Xiao Yi and Shen Ming's weapons were unarmed by the new guards guarding the elevator entrance.
During the ascent, Shen Ming slapped Xiao Yi's hand and whispered in his ear, "Stay behind the black dragon for a while, and withdraw immediately if something goes wrong."
"Is there any danger?" Xiao Yi asked a little nervously.
"We are already in danger." Black Dragon answered Xiao Yi's question.
With a ding, the elevator door opened. It was still the familiar big room, but there were a lot of strangers. Except for an old man in a flowered apron who was busy in the kitchen, there were 20 people standing around the room in flowered shirts. , hooligan with gold necklace. Looking at the tattoos exposed under their sleeves, it is not a good person at first glance.
"Has the black dragon come back? Wait a minute, dinner will be ready soon." The old man in the kitchen said kindly like a father.
"Why don't you notify me in advance when the president is coming, so I can go to the airport to greet him in person." Heilong called him an old guy behind his back, but he still spoke respectfully in person.
"Stop these hypocritical politeness between us, just like what you did when you met me back then, don't talk about friendship, just talk about business, give you the position of chief hall master, and you give me back a miracle of the underworld Heilong, what you have done all these years is not only a miracle, it is simply a miracle." The old man who cut the fruit looked up at Heilong, he is still handsome at the age of 68, but he also has a lot of gray hair on his temples.
"The president is too much." Heilong came to the sofa in the living room and stopped, and the hooligans in floral shirts around him consciously moved closer. Shen Ming crossed his hands in front of his body to block his crotch, but his fingers had already quietly untied the belt buckle.
"It's not an award at all. With you in the U.S. region of the Bamboo Curtain Club, the annual performance is growing at a rate of 40%, and the conflict rate is decreasing at a rate of 50%. Sometimes I even have the illusion that I am a righteous businessman. Already." The president came over with two meals, a fruit salad, and egg tomato noodles for himself.
"There is no such thing as a righteous businessman in this world, Mr. President, let's get down to business." Heilong didn't want to go around in circles anymore.