After Su Zheng came back bouncing around, Howard, who had received Ye Shuang's provocative eyes, could only sigh, lazily pulled his fat body from the stool, and resigned himself to take over to complete the next step—this little beauty provoked It's really not polite at all when others come.
But to be honest, he also wanted to know if the painting was really in Serif's backpack.
"Hey guy!"
Howard didn't use too many tricks. It was probably inspired by Su Zheng's straightforward approach just now, so now the fat foreigner is also using the straight-to-the-point trick.
He wasn't sure how far Serif had talked with the collector, maybe the two were still talking about sex, or maybe the two had finished chatting and were about to break up. In order not to avoid unnecessary trouble... For example, he just devised a perfect strategy to force people to open the backpack, but the other party had already left before the person walked over... Considering this, Howard simply walked over, With a familiar demeanor, he sat next to the shy young man with flaxen hair.
Serif looked at the uninvited guest in surprise, and after looking at the collector with the same puzzled eyes, he said politely and hesitantly: "Sorry, who are you?"
"Is it someone you don't know? Cyril." The collector looked at the two strangely.
"Oh, you are friends?" Howard intercepted Serif's denial, and continued very naturally: "Of course Serif and I know each other. Um... Are you right, Mr. Gentleman?" Said When it came to the next sentence, Howard asked Serif 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 should have something to tell me? Why don't we talk to the other side? Let's talk."
"No... oh, don't you mind?" Howard picked up the biscuits on the table bluntly. After taking a bite, he signaled to ask Serif.
Serif silently glanced at Howard and shook his head.
Howard finished two bites of biscuits in satisfaction, then squeezed 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 puzzled, but the young man with flaxen hair quickly decided that he should be a man who hadn't stolen this style on the street recently. In addition, all his energy during this time has been spent on encountering collectors. Naturally, it is even more impossible to commit any crime... In any case, Serif believed that the other party could not find what he wanted in his backpack.
Thinking of this, Serif also smiled: "Of course. I have no problem." Even if it is the FBI, it is impossible to plant him under his nose.
Serif calmly turned around and took off his backpack under the eyes of the other two, then froze for a moment when he opened it, and noticed an oil painting in the bag that should not have existed.
Serif: "..." When did you put such a painting in your backpack
Howard noticed the other's froze. He poked his head over to take a look, and whistled: "Wow—" That little girl really has some skills.
Collector still doesn't understand what happened: "Cyril. What's wrong?"
Howard jokingly looked at Serif, who was obviously shocked by God's turn, sympathized with the famous thief for a second, and then gloated: "Mr. Serif, why don't you let us appreciate this oil painting?"
"..." Serif was still in the crash.
As a well-known thief. Since Serif can arrogantly commit big cases under the eyes of the FBI, his witty mind can be seen from this.
But even as Ye Shuang said, people like him are better at planning and stealing. It is impossible for him to have no operating skills at all, which can be seen from the fact that he was able to steal Su Zheng's mobile phone.
In addition to using various strategic structures and high technology. Serif's own dexterity with both hands is also quite high. It’s hard to say anything else, but petty theft has never been done to him... Because of this, when an item that should not belong to him suddenly appeared in his carry-on backpack, Serif would act like this Shock.
Needless to say, the difficulty of stealing and stuffing, the former is of course much higher than the latter. But if such a large item is stuffed in, and on the premise that his backpack has never left his body, then this level of technology is far beyond the scope of Serif's current knowledge.
How did the other party do it
Howard admired Serif's expression very much, and waited for the other party to savor the shock carefully before Howard reminded 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, this is not a very old thing. The paint used in the painting is a little gray, it looks like a sketch, and turpentine is used for portability and quick drying. The size is also a bit small, so it should not be used for exhibitions... So in a comprehensive summary, this is basically a work with no market value at all.
After reaching this conclusion, Serif's initial bewilderment and surprise disappeared a lot.
Although it is impossible to explain the origin of this oil painting, as long as it has no certain value, it can only be regarded as a harmless accident at best...
What Serif has not thought of yet is that in the eyes of some people, the value of paintings does not necessarily have to be proved by money and qualifications.
After regaining his composure, Serif calmly took out the oil painting, as if nothing had happened, and handed it to Howard: "This is what you are looking for? Oh, I am also a little surprised, it looks like Whose sketch from life, why is it in my bag?"
Subtext: Don't just take any street stall and plant it, you fat bastard.
Howard took over the oil painting and did not put it away. He had already understood what Ye Shuang wanted to do after witnessing the whole process of Ye Shuang's signature-erasing-and re-signing.
Pushing the empty snack plate on the table, Howard put the picture on the table without hesitation, and the contents of the whole picture were displayed in the eyes of the three present at a glance.
The collector's eyes lit up: great painting! This technique! This layout! The structure of this picture...
Serif's eyes lit up: Great! It really is a worthless sketch!
"Oh? Mr. Ceriver doesn't know why this painting is in your bag?" Howard smiled very meanly, and tapped the signature position inadvertently with fat and short fingers. The smooth and beautiful cursive signature is clearly reflected on it: "That's really strange, isn't 'cyril' your nickname?"
The collector also noticed this immediately, wiped his glasses and leaned over: "This signature?"
Serif's eyes could only be better than those of collectors, and he looked at the signature place quickly, and his heart skipped a beat.
He just said that he didn't know the origin of this oil painting...
Serif quickly turned various reasons in his mind, and before he could think of a reasonable explanation, the collector had already noticed the faint traces of graphite under the signature.
Rubbing the signature. The collector pondered: "This square-shaped font...is it Japanese?"
Nima! !
Ye Shuang, who just walked over, is insane.
"I'm sorry. But it's in Chinese." Ye Shuang sat down gracefully, nodding and smiling at the others who had just noticed her.
Su Zheng snorted, raised her chin and raised Serif provocatively: "Don't be dumbfounded!"
"...I don't understand Chinese." Ye Shuang reminded her in a low voice.
After speaking, he coughed. Ye Shuang smiled at the collector, and switched back to English that everyone could understand: "Actually, it's just a painting, and I don't really mind it. But this is the French scenery I promised to give to my friends, and our culture doesn't approve of women. My private works have flowed into the hands of outsiders at will... I'm sorry. If Mr. Ceriver doesn't mind, can I get my paintings back?"
Almost at the moment of seeing Su Zheng. Serif suddenly realized and understood the origin of today's play.
Seriously speaking, foreigners do not have a high degree of discrimination of the appearance of Orientals. But on the one hand, there is only one Oriental who Serif has stolen in France recently, and on the other hand, Su Zheng's personality traits are also very obvious. So when he saw this familiar rooster-like proud posture, Serif immediately recognized the other party's identity.
Also blame him for being cheap. That day, I just needed a mobile phone that didn't belong to me to make a private call, because I didn't want to be traced to the relationship between the information, so of course it was most convenient to steal one from the street.
At that time, this little girl was so arrogant in the street. Holding the mobile phone and talking on the phone with great anger. Because the other party was too existential, Serif didn't think too much about it. After the other party finished talking on the phone, he touched him as he passed by.
Unexpectedly, the evil relationship was formed in this way. The mobile phone Serif touched at the time could not be used at all. The other party's screen secret key was not a popular version that can be unlocked casually on the market, but a series of instructions were required.
Not to mention having to steal again after wasting time for nothing, Serif never imagined that there would be a follow-up to this matter. After a lapse of a few days, the other party could find me again, and did not know how to get revenge...
Looking at Su Zheng dumbfounded, Serif pursed his lips helplessly: "I think you are looking for me?"
After Ye Shuang was ignored, she was also very interested. Unexpectedly, this kid's mind was so fast that he had already realized the cause and effect in such a short time.
Su Zheng couldn't understand, so she tugged at Ye Shuang's sleeve: "Sister Shuang, is this kid talking bad about me?"
PS: There are two bugs.
The first is the drying speed of oil painting. I was reminded by a relative that it usually takes about a week for oil painting to dry completely. For this reason, let Shuangmei use turpentine... If turpentine is not fast enough, let's assume that she also used quick-drying glue...
The second is the name of Serif. Serif is the full name, and the abbreviation of the nickname is Cyril. In the previous chapter, Cyril was directly written in many places.
There is also the problem of jet lag... The language habit is to say late, because assuming Sister Shuang's time is in the afternoon, Ah K's time is already in the evening. Don't mention this bug to me. Writing is long-winded and thinks I'm irritable