"I want a painting of yours."
Su Qiao narrowed his eyes, and a hint of coldness shot out from them: "You want to draw me?"
Sun Zhihao quickly shook his head: "No, I want a painting you draw, any one will do."
"roll."
Su Qiao didn't have the time to waste with him here.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Sun Zhihao became anxious: "Don't go, don't go, I say."
Su Qiao stopped and turned to look at him.
"Something was missing from the safe in the basement of my house. Jewelry, diamonds, and gold bars were all gone."
Su Qiao's eyes lit up. This was exactly the question she had thought about before. "How much is it worth?"
Sun Zhihao raised two fingers: "More than 20 million."
“Be more specific.
Sun Zhihao roughly calculated in his mind, "It's worth about 26 million."
As he spoke, he pulled out a photo from his pocket and said, "This is a photo I took before. The purchase receipt is in the safe in the basement."
Su Qiao took it and took a quick look.
There are diamonds, gems, and gold bars.
"Do you think it was your wife Ding Peixin who took it?"
Sun Zhihao was silent for a moment. "Besides her, there will be no one else. The door of the basement can only be opened with my and her fingerprints. The safe has a double password, which only she and I have."
"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Su Qiao was a little annoyed.
If he had said it earlier, she wouldn't have been bothered by it for so long.
"My brain was almost dizzy those days, and I didn't think about this matter at all."
Sun Zhihao really didn't think about this at first. It was only when he learned that Xia Xiaolin had been killed that he remembered this matter. As a result, when he returned home to look for the things, they were really gone.
Later, he thought that his wife Ding Peixin would be found sooner or later, and he would then take the things back, so he kept silent about it.
He still understands the principle of not showing off one's wealth.
Su Qiao snorted coldly, took the photo and turned away.
Sun Zhihao hurriedly asked: "Where is the painting?"
"After the case is over, I'll draw a picture for you someday when I feel like it."
"But my paintings are extremely expensive. You can't get them without five or ten million. Are you sure you want them?"
It just so happened that she was short of money, and a fool came and offered her money, so she couldn't refuse it.
Sun Zhihao nodded quickly: "Yes."
"I'll go home and ask my parents for money then."
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him with disdain. He was such a grown-up, already 28 or 29 years old, and he still had the nerve to go home and ask his parents for money.
What's more, because of his incident, not only his gallery was closed, but even his family's company was greatly affected, but this guy didn't seem to be anxious at all.
Maybe this is the result of spoiling!
Having raised a son like this, his parents can only swallow the bitter fruit themselves.
After leaving the detention room, Xiao Li, who had been standing by the door eavesdropping, came up curiously and said, "Sister Su, is your painting inlaid with gold or silver? It's so expensive."
"No, even if it's inlaid with gold or silver, it's not that expensive. Are you deliberately trying to blackmail him?"
Su Qiao stuffed the photo into his hand and asked him to give it to Tao Junhui.
"You're overthinking it. This is the price of my paintings outside. You are just ignorant."
"So that's how it is. I really am ignorant." Xiao Li scratched his head and felt that Su Qiao became even more mysterious.
"Sister Su, can I take a look at the painting and appreciate it after it's finished?"
Such an expensive painting must be extraordinary. Although he is a rough man and has no artistic talent, this does not prevent him from taking a look at the fun, right
Maybe I can brag about it to others in the future, right