Chapter 418 Should Be No Problem, Right?

In a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, Zhou Qingfeng had a warm and joyful communication with Chris Erwin. ? Lie? Wen????????????? It's just that both of them are smiling, but there is always an inexplicable hostility in their hearts.

As an intelligence officer of cIa, Erwin prides himself on being the real hero who maintains world peace, and he doesn't have the slightest affection for actors who pretend to be on the screen. Not to mention that the Asian boy in front of him is from China, which is hostile to the United States, and he is talking and laughing with his female partner who plays his wife.

On the other hand, Zhou Qingfeng was instinctively hostile to any powerful personnel on the cruise ship. The American old man in his fifties looked unattractive, but the moment he shook hands, he showed that the other party's arm was very steady—he often held a gun and was good at accurate shooting. people will have such hands.

The entire afternoon tea gathering lasted for more than an hour. The two men seemed to be talking happily, but neither of them spoke the truth. Both parties in the chat felt very hard.

And when he returned to the cabin, Erwin pulled out the information about Victor Hugo out of professional instinct, but found that there was nothing to report. He then sought support from the Langley headquarters in Virginia through secure communication equipment, only to find that the Chinese, who had suddenly become popular in the past six months, did not have any detailed information.

"It's strange, there are people who don't even know cIa's background." Erwin frowned, feeling an inexplicable strangeness in his heart. In his opinion, no one in this world can escape cIa's investigation. "This man is quite mysterious."

In Zhou Qingfeng's room, Xu Yun was returning to her suite from the connecting balcony. She invited Zhou Qingfeng: "There will be an art auction on the cruise ship tonight, are you coming to participate?"

While talking, Xu Yun looked at Zhou Qingfeng. But Zhou Qingfeng looked at the living room in the balcony of Xu Yun's suite, and there was a small coffee table lying on the ground by the floor-to-ceiling windows. So he smiled and asked, "Last night, I heard some noise in your living room. It turned out that the tea table fell down."

As soon as Xu Yun turned her head, her face turned red. She bumped into that coffee table last night when she was peeking at Zhou Qingfeng. Since the room service didn't allow him to come in, the coffee table is still in an overturned state.

"You... come to the auction whenever you like, I don't care about you." Xu Yun hid in her suite as if fleeing, and even closed the French windows on the balcony. But the moment the window closed, she heard Zhou Qingfeng say cheerfully: "I will go to the auction."

Zhou Qingfeng was very suspicious of the art auction on the cruise ship, and had long wanted to go and see it. But Feng Wan was too tired from playing these few days, and she had no interest in oil painting, so she didn't go with him and planned to go to bed early.

"Little wolf dog, I'll give you a chance to steal it. Are you grateful for my sister's generosity?" Before letting Zhou Qingfeng leave, Feng Wan pulled Zhou Qingfeng to squeeze the juice hard.

"I feel that if I don't let go, the queen next door might even want to kill me."

"Sister, how can you be so scary?" Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Huh..., I'm not blind. Xu Yun's eyes have been staring at you for the past two days, and a blind person can see her thoughts." Feng Wan grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's lower body, squeezed it hard, and said: "It's such a hassle to find a man you like, and there are always people thinking about it. But don't fool around in front of me, I just pretend I don't see it."

Zhou Qingfeng could only smirk at this.

that night.

Xu Yun was wearing a bright red floor-length dress with wavy curls and exquisite makeup. Her temperament was charming but not coquettish, her eyes were bright but not vulgar, and she exuded fatal temptation all over her body. Knowing that Feng Wan didn't come, she cheered without even asking why, and took the initiative to take Zhou Qingfeng's arm to the auction venue.

One is the queen of the domestic music scene, and the other is the king of the international film industry. The two appeared arm in arm, as if they were walking on a red carpet. Especially when they entered the auction venue together, the hundred or so people sitting in the venue had to stand up and pay attention to them.

"This feeling is so exciting." Xu Yun sweetly turned her head to look at Zhou Qingfeng, and instantly made up the scene in front of her into a wedding moment. A small auction has become a church for weddings. Thinking of this, she couldn't stop laughing.

Under the charming reverie, the two sat in a corner of the auction, and the noise of the venue gradually quieted down. Xu Yun cheerfully shared the secrets she knew with Zhou Qingfeng.

"This kind of auction looks very ordinary, but it has special sessions that only members can enter. Because occasionally some obscure artworks are auctioned here.

My grandfather was one of the first batch of oil painters in the founding of the People's Republic of China, but he was not very talented. My father inherited his father's work, and he painted for a lifetime without any achievements. I also wanted to be a painter when I was a child, but my father said forget it and asked me to learn singing from my mother.

My grandfather and father couldn't paint, so they wanted to be collectors. I have always wanted to sell some world-class famous paintings to them, but famous paintings are very expensive, and I can't afford them with my financial resources.

So I managed to become a member of the Lerner family, a black market dealer in Europe, just to find some bargains. Right now, this auction is a black market transaction. In fact, it is the first time for me to participate in this kind of black market auction, and I feel very excited. "

Xu Yun's excitement was more due to Zhou Qingfeng's company, but Zhou Qingfeng was clearly aware of it at the moment. If he didn't get the proud girl in front of him, it would be impossible for him to enter this special auction. There is no way to talk about protecting your own property. Needless to say, the ones that will be auctioned soon are those famous paintings that he got from the wasteland and got tricked by the 'god'.

In the other corner of the auction, a fake member 'Wallace' sneaked in. Erwin and Brigitte had just taken their seats. Brigitte is also doing science popularization for Erwin, "The Lerna family has held a black art market for hundreds of years. If someone wants to entrust the sale of stolen goods, they will send them a special letter code.

There will only be fakes in the upcoming auctions. The members participating in the auction can only conduct transactions with the Lerner family individually after taking pictures of these fakes. So we can't catch any key people here, and we can't recover any stolen goods. "

"Then what should we do?" Erwin asked angrily, "I specially applied for a Korean special force from the headquarters, just to take advantage of the concealment of Asians and catch the thieves who stole the Metropolitan Museum of New York on the spot." .”

"It's not easy to catch the thief. We still have to find a way to buy back the stolen paintings first, and then think about how to dig out the black hands of the Lerner family. I have already contacted more than 20 members of the auction to cooperate with us. All paintings will be included in the auction.

The Lerner family will contact us at that time, and the specific transaction location is uncertain. But most likely on a cruise ship. When I authenticate the painting as genuine, that's when your Special Forces move in.

But I want to remind you that full payment is required to take pictures of the paintings. Hopefully you brought enough cash in dollars, because the Lerners don't accept easily revealing electronic transfers and checks. "

"Damn full payment." Although these situations have been read in advance, but considering the amount of cash he brought, Erwin is not sure whether he can buy all the stolen paintings first, "200 million dollars Do you have enough cash?"

"It's enough." Brigitte thought for a moment about the world's oil painting auction prices in recent years. The paintings of masters like Picasso are all priced at 50 to 60 million US dollars. The black market price is only about one-tenth of the normal price, 200 million should be..., no problem. (To be continued.)