Chapter 409: Ocean Princess

Brussels, Belgium.

This small city is known as the capital of Europe. There are many medieval buildings in the city, many of which have a history of one hundred years and are very classical. Near the medieval square in the city center, there is an 'Oak Old Bookstore'.

There was a ringing of jingle bells, and the postman pushed open the door of the bookstore, disturbing the wind chime to shake slightly. The light in the bookstore is dim, there are a lot of old books on the shelves, and there are various oil paintings on the walls. All the furnishings are neat and clean, and each piece can tell something.

Behind the counter of the bookstore sat a white-haired old man, wearing a hand-sewn old-fashioned suit, with a refined and calm demeanor. Hearing the sound of wind chimes, the old man took off his glasses and raised his head, and after greeting the postman, he received a mail.

"To the respected Mr. Lerner, it looks like it's for me." The white-haired old man picked up a paper knife and cut open the envelope, and a few photos immediately fell out of the envelope. He put his glasses back on, grabbed the photo, glanced at it, and laughed.

The white-haired old man continued to take out a thin piece of letter paper from the envelope, and read softly, "Dear Mr. Lerner, as far as we know, you are a world-renowned art appraiser, especially familiar with the famous Renaissance painters. s work.

We have some oil paintings from New York and hope to use your expertise to determine their value and hope to use your channel to find new collectors for them. If you are willing to serve us, you can get 20% of the selling price of these oil paintings. "

Inside the envelope was an invitation letter that read, "Welcome Mr. Lerner to the Ocean Princess Art Appreciation." The white-haired old man looked at the photos that had just dropped, and he already understood what was going on?

"Hahaha..., I was wondering when this group of mysterious thieves would sell these stolen goods, but he actually found me to organize the sale of these works of art." The white-haired old man chuckled a few times, and looked carefully again The letter, and finally grabbed the phone at hand and dialed a number to go out.

Half an hour later, a strong and powerful man walked in from outside the bookstore. He bowed his head slightly to the white-haired old man, and asked, "Mr. Lerner, do you have any orders?"

The white hair smiled and said: "Call the staff, we are going to go on a cruise. Call our old customers and say that there is a batch of very rare artworks that will be auctioned, and this auction will be organized by us. "

Who would have guessed that the owner of this second-hand bookstore, Mr. Lerner, is actually the largest art dealer in the black market in Europe? Moreover, it is still a family business. Before the First World War, it served the royal families of various European countries. During the Second World War, it even distributed all kinds of precious artworks looted by the Nazis.

And now, the Lerna family has run the business to the fourth generation,

It has been distributing stolen goods for the world's top thieves and providing customers with the most complete service. In comparison, the police of the Datian* Dynasty are far behind in selling stolen goods, and they have to find ways to beat around the bush and ask them for help.

At the same time, Mr. Chris Erwin, a senior agent of CIA Hong Kong Station, just walked out of the Hong Kong Police Station. His public identity is the military attache of the US Consulate in Hong Kong, and he is now assigned to investigate the theft of art at the New York Metropolitan. Since the news that this batch of artworks will be sold first came from Hong Kong, this task fell on him.

Due to special political reasons, Hong Kong used to be the spy capital of the Far East. Almost every country concerned about the Far East has set up spy agencies here. But now Hong Kong's international status is declining day by day, and the spies are all running towards the devil.

However, the status of the CIA Hong Kong station is still extremely important, and Mr. Erwin immediately started his own investigation work after he was ordered. He found the black market broker who was first questioned and released the news, but there was not much news.

"Someone called me and asked how to sell the artwork in my hand. I talked to him for about ten minutes, and briefly said who should I contact?" Speak up.

Erwin asked very sensitively: "That is to say, the person who asked you doesn't know anything about the black market of art?"

The broker nodded, "Yes, the other party is not very clear about the way. I gave the other party the contact information of several famous black market organizers, and the call was hung up."

This situation makes Chris Erwin very strange. People who steal artworks have extremely high skills. The New York police have not yet fully understood how the thieves stole a truckload of things overnight. . But this group of people released the news of the sale of stolen goods, but it seemed very unprofessional.

Using an inside line planted in the Hong Kong police station, Mr Erwin traced calls to black market brokers. The result was unexpected again. The person who called for consultation was impeccable in anti-tracing and did not leave any clues.

"This is a group of thieves who are good at stealing things, good at anti-tracing, but not good at selling stolen goods." Chris Erwin is giving a 'portrait' of his opponent, trying to describe the characteristics of this or this group of thieves as much as possible. This is the basic skill of an intelligence officer.

And at this moment, the real key person in the whole incident was worrying about a courier package at home, "This **** is trying to mess with me again!"

Zhou Qingfeng has already received 50 million US dollars in funds, so he doesn't panic even if he has money in his hand. Xiao Jinlang told him that the sale of oil paintings would take about a week, so he waited slowly with peace of mind.

In these leisurely days, Zhou Qingfeng continued to control the next step of Xu Guoqiang's biochemical laboratory through the "radiation" venture capital controlled by Feng Wan. He also asked Yuan Mei to register a "wasteland" trading company, which was responsible for recycling all kinds of waste materials. Tens of millions of funds were invested in it, which frightened the young woman so much that she couldn't sleep all night.

And Zhou Qingfeng also learned about the theft of the Metropolitan Museum in New York when he was free. He used his ass to think that this was a good thing done by 'god', and there must be a follow-up mission to trick him. Sure enough..., the task was delivered by a courier package.

The package contained two upper-class tickets for the luxury liner "Ocean Princess". After searching the Internet, I know that this ship is a top cruise ship that travels around the world. In two days, this ship that represents top enjoyment will dock in Shanghai. The ticket is to board the ship from Shanghai, and stop at Hong Kong, Singapore and other places along the way.

The package actually contained Zhou Qingfeng's full set of passports and identity documents, and even the air ticket to Feimaodu was prepared. There is also a note inside: Go protect your property, and if you are responsible, you will lose the 50 million you have now.

Fuck, this is forcing me to go! If I don't go, I will be deprived of the 50 million I have now. What does protectable property mean? Zhou Qingfeng was at a loss, and there were two upper-class tickets in the package. He thought to himself: Is it not just me going alone, can I also bring my family with me? (To be continued.)