After Su Zheng ran back jumping, Howard, who received Ye Shuang's provocative look, could only sigh, lazily pulled his fat body from the stool, accepted his fate and took over to complete the next step - this little beauty used to arouse When others come, they are really not polite at all.
But to be honest, he actually wanted to know if the painting was really in Serif's backpack.
"Hey guy!"
Howard didn't use too many tricks. It was probably Su Zheng's direct attack that inspired him, so now the fat foreigner is also using this trick of getting straight to the point.
He was not sure how far Serif and the collector had reached in their conversation. Maybe the two of them were still talking about sex, or maybe they had had enough and were about to break up. For unnecessary trouble... For example, he had just designed a perfect strategy to force someone to open his backpack, but the person had already left before he could walk over... With this in mind, Howard simply walked over and said, With a familiar air, he sat down next to the shy young man with flaxen hair.
Serif looked at the uninvited guest with some surprise. After looking at the collector who also looked puzzled, he politely and hesitantly said: "Sorry, who are you?"
"Is he someone you don't recognize? Cyril." The collector looked at the two of them strangely.
"Oh, you are friends?" Howard intercepted the denial that Serif was about to say, and continued very naturally: "Of course Serif and I know each other. Well... are you right, Mr. Gentleman?" When it came to the latter sentence, Howard asked Serifus meaningfully.
Hearing the familiar nickname, Serif's originally calm and dazed expression froze, and then quickly put on a distant and polite smile: "I think you have something to say to me? Why don't we go to the other side to talk? Let’s talk.”
"No... Oh, you don't mind?" Howard picked up the biscuits on the table unceremoniously and took a bite before signaling to Serif.
Serif looked at Howard silently and shook his head.
Howard finished the biscuit in two satisfied bites, pinched another piece and said, "I seem to have left something with you, Serif. If you don't mind, can you let me see your bag?"
This sentence made the collector a little confused, but after a quick thought, the young man with flaxen hair determined that he had not stolen a man with this style on the street recently, plus his energy during this period. All of it was spent on the encounter with the collector, so it was naturally less likely to commit any crimes... No matter what, Serifu believed that the other party would not be able to find what he wanted in his backpack.
Thinking of this, Serif also smiled: "Of course, I have no problem." Even the FBI would be impossible to frame him under his nose.
Serif calmly turned around and took off his backpack under the gaze of the other two people. Then he froze when he opened it and noticed an oil painting in the bag that should not have been there in the first place.
Serif: "..." When did you put such a painting in your backpack
Howard noticed the other party's frozen movements, leaned over to take a look, and whistled: "Wow -" That little girl really has some skills.
The Collector still didn't understand what was going on: "Cyril, what's wrong?"
Howard looked at Serif in a joking manner, who was obviously shocked by the divine turn of events. He sympathized with the famous thief for a second, and then gloated: "Mr. Serif, won't you let us appreciate this oil painting?"
"..." Serifu was still in a panic.
As a thief who has long been famous, Serif has been able to arrogantly commit major crimes under the nose of the FBI, which shows how smart his mind is.
But even as Ye Shuang said, a person like him is better at planning and planning theft, and it is impossible for him to have no operational skills at all. This can be known from the fact that he was able to steal Su Zheng's mobile phone. .
In addition to using various strategic structures and high technologies, Serif's own hand dexterity is also quite high. It's hard to say anything else, but petty theft has never happened to him... Because of this, when an item that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his backpack, Serif acted like this Shock.
It goes without saying that the difficulty of stealing and stuffing things is much higher than that of the former. But if such a large item is stuffed in, and on the premise that his backpack has not left his body, then this technical level is far beyond what Serif currently knows.
How did the other party do it
Howard admired Serif's current expression. He waited in amusement for the other party to savor the shock again, and then Howard reminded him again: "Mr. Serif?"
"Huh? Oh." Serif was called back to his senses and quickly judged the current situation in his mind.
Judging from the paper texture of the oil painting, it is not an old thing. The paint in the painting is a bit gray, and it looks like a sketch. Turpentine was used for easy portability and quick drying. The size is also a bit small, so it shouldn't be used for exhibitions or the like... So to sum it up, this is basically a work with no market value at all.
After coming to this conclusion, Serif's initial confusion and surprise disappeared a lot.
Although the origin of this oil painting cannot be explained, as long as it has no certain value, then this can only be regarded as a harmless accident at best...
What Serif has not yet thought of is that in the eyes of some people, the value of a painting does not have to be proven by money and qualifications.
After regaining his composure, Serif calmly took out the oil painting and handed it to Howard as if nothing had happened: "Is this what you are looking for? Oh, actually I was a little surprised, it looks like Whose essay is in my bag?"
Subtext: You damn fat guy, don’t try to frame someone just by taking a piece of street food.
Howard took the painting without putting it away. Having witnessed the whole process of Ye Shuang signing, erasing, and then signing again, he already understood what the other party wanted to do.
Pushing the empty dessert plate on the table, Howard placed the painting on the table without hesitation, and the contents of the entire picture were clearly displayed to the eyes of the three people present.
The collector's eyes lit up: What a painting! This technique! This layout! This picture structure…
Serif's eyes also lit up: Great! It is indeed a worthless sketch!
"Oh? Mr. Seriver doesn't know why this painting is in your bag?" Howard smiled in an extremely mean way. He tapped the signature position with his fat short fingers inadvertently, and the smooth and beautiful oblique cursive signature was clearly reflected. On it: "That's really weird, isn't 'Cyril' your nickname?"
The collector immediately noticed this, wiped his glasses and leaned over: "This signature?"
Serif's eyes were better than those of the Collector. He also quickly looked at the signature area, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He just said that he didn't know the origin of this oil painting...
Serif's mind quickly ran through various reasons. Before he could think of a reasonable explanation, the collector had already noticed the faint traces of graphite residue under the signature.
Touching the signature piece, the collector thought thoughtfully: "This square font... is it Japanese?"
Damn it! !
Ye Shuang, who just walked over, was so fucked.
"I'm sorry, but that's in Chinese." Ye Shuang sat down and nodded and smiled at the other people who had just noticed her.
Su Zheng snorted and raised her chin provocatively at Serif: "You must be dumbfounded!"
"...I don't understand Chinese." Ye Shuang reminded in a low voice.
After coughing, Ye Shuang smiled at the collector and changed back to English that everyone could understand: "Actually, it's just a painting, I don't mind it that much. But this is the French scenery that I promised to give to my friend. Our country The culture also disapproves of women's private works flowing into the hands of outsiders at will... I'm sorry, if Mr. Serif doesn't mind, can I take my painting back?"
Almost as soon as he saw Su Zheng, Serifu suddenly understood the origin of today's drama.
Seriously speaking, foreigners are not very discerning about the appearance of Oriental people. But first of all, there was only one Oriental that Serif had stolen from in France recently, and secondly, Su Zheng's personality was also very obvious. So when he saw this familiar little cock-like proud posture, Serif immediately recognized the other person's identity.
It was also his own fault that he needed a mobile phone that did not belong to him that day to make a private call. Since he did not want anyone to trace the information, it was of course most convenient to steal one from the street.
At that time, this little girl was walking on the street arrogantly, holding a cell phone and talking angrily. Because the other party had such a sense of presence, Serifu didn't think too much. After the other party finished talking on the phone, he touched it as they passed by.
Unexpectedly, the bad relationship was formed in this way. The mobile phone Serif I touched at that time could not be used at all. The other party's screen secret key was not the popular version on the market that can be unlocked casually, but required a series of instructions.
Not to mention having to steal again after a wasted effort, Serif never imagined that there would be a follow-up to this matter. A few days later, the other party was able to find me again, and he didn't know what method he used to get revenge...
Looking at Su Zheng dumbfounded, Serifu pursed his lips helplessly: "I think you are looking for me?"
Ye Shuang was also very interested after being ignored. Unexpectedly, this kid's mind was spinning very fast, and he had already realized the cause and effect in such a short time.
Su Zheng didn't understand and tugged on Ye Shuang's sleeve: "Sister Shuang, is this guy talking bad about me?" (To be continued)