Chapter 864 Don't Sell

Chapter 864 Don't Sell

Bai Yan felt that some people were born to conquer him.

Li Qiao knew that he wanted to save face, so she didn't ask any more, took out her mobile phone and called Luo Yu first.

After inquiring, I learned that Jin Rong had gone to Linshi to discuss business these few days and was not in Nanyang.

Everything happened just right.

This feeling is not the first time.

Li Qiao never believed in coincidences. After thinking about it for a few seconds, a certain idea came to her mind.

She didn't call again, and logged into the positioning system with her phone sideways.

Li Qiao deliberately used Li Shaoquan's account to capture the location. In the blink of an eye, He Chen's location showed the Black Hawk headquarters in Aida City.

Shang Yu's location has been hidden at a high level, even the Honker system cannot find it.

Li Qiao thought about it, and then entered Mochizuki and Liuyun's respectively, which were also in Aida.

This result was quite different from Li Qiao's expectation.

She exited the system with no expression on her face. It seemed that everything was normal, but she still had doubts in her heart.

...

A day later, in the morning.

News came from Naypyi Airport, the capital of Myanmar, that Ming Dailan and his group had rushed to Dian City by plane.

On the private plane, Mrs. Andrew's eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of displeasure, "The organizer of the exhibition is too careless, and the location of the exhibition of famous paintings can be mistaken, so you have to accompany me on a trip."

Ming Dailan patted the back of her hand with a gentle tone, "It doesn't matter, it's our own plane anyway, it's very convenient."

Mrs. Andrew sighed heavily, looking at the sky outside the porthole, her face was still very ugly.

The posthumous work of King III of England is indeed in the directory of this exhibition, but it is a pity that it is not in the exhibition hall of Myanmar, but in the branch venue of Dian City.

However, even if the organizer made a mistake, in addition to apologizing, they also informed that they have no right to transfer the famous paintings from the branch venue to Myanmar for exhibition.

Mrs. Andrew received repeated assurances from the organizers, so she decided to go to Diancheng to find out.

...

At the same time, three jeeps with excellent performance also drove out of the Crimson Mansion.

Dian City is different from Fei City. Although it is only separated by a cloud mountain, the social order of Dian City is relatively stable and safe. It is also the largest stone gambling city on the border, and small vendors selling stones can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street.

Where there is stone gambling, there will naturally be business.

The sub-venue was chosen in Diancheng because there are many collectors and jade lovers gathered here.

Before ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao and his party arrived at the only three-star hotel in Diancheng.

Next door is the sub-venue of the Art Jewelry Exhibition, the Jade Trading Center.

Li Qiao got out of the car and looked around the parking lot.

Although the star rating of the hotel is not high, there are many luxury cars.

Diancheng has a direct highway to Myanmar, and most businessmen in Myanmar will drive here to gamble on stones.

Suddenly, Li Qiao's wandering eyes caught a pure black commercial vehicle.

The car model and the mansion use the same model, but the license plate number is from Myanmar.

Li Qiao took a second look, and then followed Bai Yan and his party into the hotel.

At ten o'clock, Li Qiao walked towards the trading center next door, wearing a mask and walking with Bai Yan.

Mingdailan landed in Diancheng half an hour later.

Mrs. Andrew was eager to find a painting, and didn't want to waste time, so she directly arranged for the driver to drive to the branch venue.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, surveillance showed that a group of ladies headed by Ming Dailan and Mrs. Andrew slowly appeared in the lobby of the trading center.

At 11:10, Mrs. Andrew pulled Ming Dailan with relief, pointed to the display cabinet, and said with great excitement: "Lan, look quickly, this is the painting, and it is here."

Ming Dailan was born in a wealthy family, so she still has basic appreciation skills.

In her opinion, if that painting was not the posthumous work of King III of England, it might not be comparable to other famous paintings.

Ming Dailan nodded warmly with a smile, "It's really good."

Mrs. Andrew was overjoyed, she turned her eyes and asked the special assistant at the venue, "How much does this painting cost?"

The special assistant is a young guy, and he blinked, "This... These are all exhibits, not for sale."

Mrs. Andrew's expression tightened, and Ming Dailan immediately comforted her: "Don't worry."

She looked at the assistant and asked politely and elegantly, "Can you give me the phone number of the exhibitor?"

Seeing that she was knowledgeable, the special assistant read out a series of numbers in a low voice, and reminded: "If you want to buy any exhibits, you can communicate with the exhibitors individually. Our organizers only provide venues for exhibitions and do not involve buying or selling. .”

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Mrs. Andrew looked at Ming Dailan and held her arm sincerely, "Lan, thank you."

Ming Dailan smiled, "You're welcome, I originally wanted to give you a gift, but I happened to find this painting, so let me buy it for you."

"How can I do that?" Mrs. Andrew was flattered, "This is too precious, no way."

Ming Dailan has known her for many years, she has already figured out her character, and patiently persuaded her a few words.

Mrs. Andrew thought about it for a while, and then pretended to be embarrassed and agreed to her proposal, "Then... I will thank you for Andrew first."

"Don't thank me." Ming Dailan glanced at the mediocre posthumous work, "Take it as a congratulatory gift from the Charman family to Andrew in advance."

The other two countesses next to her couldn't help showing a little envy in their eyes.

Not everyone has the honor of being able to make the Charman family take the initiative to give gifts.

At this moment, Ming Dailan turned to meet their eyes, "Mrs. William, Mrs. Brown, if you have any famous paintings or jewelry that you like, you can also tell me."

"This..." The two ladies looked at each other, pretending to be confused: "Would it be inappropriate?"

"Of course not." Ming Dailan shook her head gracefully, "There were a lot of things in the Duke's mansion a while ago, and it caused a lot of trouble for your husband. This time, I will apologize to you on behalf of the Charman family. Be polite to me."

In a blink of an eye, at twelve noon, the exhibition hall was closed.

Ming Dailan and the others returned to the hotel. Before returning to their rooms, Mrs. Andrew asked pointedly: "Lan, you said... will the exhibitor really sell that painting?"

"Yes." Ming Dailan's tone was firm, and also dispelled the other party's uneasiness.

Mrs. Andrew smiled happily, "Then I'll wait for your news."

Back in the room, Ming Dailan put down her handbag, pinched the center of her brows wearily, looked at Yin Mo and ordered, "Call the exhibitor and ask about the price of this painting."

Yin Momu made a face and turned to go out.

Ming Dailan raised her eyelids and said to stop: "Just call here and turn on the speakerphone."

Yin Mo paused, took out his mobile phone and dialed the string of numbers given by the venue assistant.

The phone rang three times and was connected, and the other party asked who to call in Burmese.

Yin Mo explained his intention to buy the painting in English, but unexpectedly the other party sneered and choked back in a fluent British accent, "Not for sale! What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?"

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