After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

[Ms. Qi is so amazing! ! ]

[Family rushes]

[It happens that I will be free next week, so I must go to the exhibition]

[Suddenly remembered that some people said that Qi Linqing hadn't come up with the work]

[Laughing]

[Slap face is here, right? It's as fast as a tornado]

[B City Art Museum is one of the best art museums in the country. Almost all the artists who can hold exhibitions here are domestic bigwigs. I remember the exhibitions here last year include Zhang Daqian touring exhibition and Nathaniel Lambert. ]

[It is true that Qi Linqing's first exhibition can be held here]

[The scariest thing is that he is only nineteen years old...]

[You know nothing about the power of genius]

A 50w+ high-rise building was quickly built in the comment area.

...

At this time, Qi Linqing, who was in the hotel, also received the museum exhibition information from Mr. Xu Lao.

It will start next week. As usual, artists need to go to the exhibition hall to hold the opening ceremony on the first day.

Mr. Xu’s voice was filled with excitement across the telephone line, "I will bring someone from the Calligraphy and Painting Association to join you in cheering!"

Qi Linqing chuckled, "Thank you."

He is very grateful for everything Mr. Xu has done for himself.

"Don't thank me." Mr. Xu said disapprovingly: "As long as you can draw more works, I think it will be the best reward for me."

"good."

Qi Linqing browsed the exhibition information again, focusing on the number of paintings, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Didn't you last time that only five works were used in the exhibition?" he asked.

At that time, Mr. Xu made this request, and Qi Linqing sent a bunch of paintings to let him choose.

Mr. Xu Lao: "Yes, but your painting is so excellent, we unanimously decided to send it all to the exhibition."

"It turned out to be like this." Qi Linqing unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.

Mr. Xu went on to say: "Do you know if you want to hold more exhibitions in the future? Any one of your paintings is enough to cause a sensation. You are so low-key that people outside say that you are hype every day."

Qi Linqing smiled and did not speak.

It may have been popular, and he doesn't have much desire to be famous now.

A dead artist is always worth more than alive.

He thought, no matter how hard he worked in his life, he might not be able to compare with the "Fu Yi" of the previous life.

hang up the phone.

Qi Linqing got up and boiled a pot of hot water.

Behind.

Zhong Chen, who was originally lying in bed taking a nap, rubbed his eyes and woke up.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Qi Linqing heard the movement and looked back at him.

"It's okay." Zhong Chen stretched out, stretched his hands forward and said: "I want to hug."

Qi Linqing poured hot water into the glass and added some mineral water in it.

After trying the water temperature was right, he walked to the bed with the cup.

He put the cup on the bedside table first, leaned over and gently hugged Zhong Chen.

The temperature of physical contact is hot, but the touch is very soft.

Qi Linqing could smell the faint fragrance of shampoo behind Zhong Chen's ears.

At this moment, many emotions flashed in his heart,

He felt that he should have a lot to tell Zhong Chen.

But Qi Linqing opened his mouth, and finally said only one sentence: "Thank you."

If it weren't for Liang Luoduan, maybe there would be no Fu Yi today.

Zhong Chen felt that Qi Linqing seemed to be different from usual, and patted him on the back.

"Don't say thank you to me in the future, you are so happy."

Which couple are like them?

"Thank you", "Sorry", "Hello" these words, Qi Linqing said every day.

Although he himself is a rigorous, serious and reticent veteran cadre, Zhong Chen still finds it strange.

It seems that they are not in love, but a wife who has been married for many years and respects each other like a guest.

Qi Linqing was stunned, and then whispered: "Okay."

The next evening.

Lin Xichen took Huang Yuchen to the hotel to pick them up to the Nanpai auction.

There is a big temperature difference between day and night in Shashi, and it is freezing cold at night.

Under Qi Linqing's order, Zhong Chen had to put on a bloated down jacket on the outermost side.

Pop music is playing in the car.

Huang Yuchen drove this SUV, humming and turning the steering wheel.

He likes to wear ripped denim with a string of silver necklaces. When I talked about my favorite band, my eyes sparkled.

"My favorite singer is Han Yuegen! He is really cool, he has a special personal style. And I heard that he was on the road. Last year he had a fight with someone and went to the hospital. After several stitches were sewed, he didn't say a word. Tough guy."

Qi Linqing: "He is not a good person."

Huang Yuchen disagrees, "Men are not bad, women don't love them."

It seems to make sense.

Qi Linqing thoughtfully.

However, Zhong Chen checked the news about Han Yuegen's hospitalization on the Internet, and was silent.

This is because last time he used Han Yuegen as a tool man to make Qi Linqing jealous.

He was on the scene to personally witness-this was not a fight, but a unilateral beating.

Looking back now, Zhong Chen felt sorry for him.

Qi Linqing also chatted with Huang Yuchen for a while, and realized that this young man seemed different from what he had imagined.

Although under Lin Xichen's strict requirements, Huang Yuchen learned the ability to restore ancient paintings from elementary school Chinese painting, and he must inherit the mantle of southern Guangdong in the future. But compared to these ancient things, he obviously yearned for the outside world more.

The hot air conditioner is on in the car.

Before Zhong Chen felt too hot, he took off his down jacket, unbuttoned his shirt wrist, and rolled up the clothes to reveal his arm.

Huang Yuchen saw the Phoenix tattoo on Zhong Chen's arm through the rearview mirror. It was red as blood, as if it could fly, drifting in the dim night.

"Your tattoo is pretty. Which tattoo artist designed the picture?" Huang Yuchen couldn't help but said.

Zhong Chen pointed to Qi Linqing and said, "He."

Huang Yuchen understood in seconds.

Although the other party is not a tattoo artist, he can design patterns.

Worthy of being a giant, he is simply an all-rounder in the art world.

He couldn't help but admire Qi Linqing.

"Do you want to get a tattoo too?" Qi Linqing smiled.

Huang Yuchen shook his head, Yu Guang glanced at Lin Xichen sitting in the passenger seat and muttered, "I don't dare."

The Southern School is quite traditional.

Especially the older generation cannot accept things that are too trendy.

Lin Xichen snorted coldly, "If you dare to get a tattoo, I will chop off your arm when you look back."

Huang Yuchen rolled his eyes and whispered: "Old antique."

When Lin Xichen heard it, she blushed and her neck was thick with anger.

There was a guest sitting behind the birth, he was not easy to get angry on the spot.

After finally reaching the destination, Lin Xichen was the first to push the car door and limped to the other end on crutches, apparently not wanting to pay attention to his unsuccessful great-grandson.

Qi Linqing got out of the car and looked up at this brilliant and high-end building.

The auction house is located in the city center, and looks like a hotel on the outside, but there is a magic inside.

The security check at the door is strict, and each person’s ID card is compared with each other, and a hand card is given to allow entry.

In the hall, the smooth marble floor was spotless and clean enough to reflect light.

The waiter in the tuxedo guides the guests back and forth to take the elevator to the ground floor.

Ding.

When the elevator door opened, a wooden wall appeared in front of you, on which a line of calligraphic Chinese characters of Long Fei Feng Wu hung:

Guardian Auction House [Shashi Branch].

Qi Linqing looked slightly startled, and thought to Guardian Auction House, isn't that the property of the ancient family in City B?

Is it possible that the ancient family is also related to the Southern School?

Zhong Chen patted him on the shoulder and said, "I will send a message to ask Gu Demao."

The auction hall was full of voices.

At the forefront is a red cloth stage with lights on, and underneath is a neat row of black seats. Nowadays, many people are sitting densely.

Hearing from Lin Xichen, auctions have changed their rules in recent years and are gradually opening to the outside world. In addition to the southerners, there should be many wealthy merchants who love antiques and famous paintings.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the four were seated in the box.

The box is surrounded by curtains, and the grand scene in front of the auction table can be seen through a window directly in front.

Free melons and fruits, beverages and snacks are placed on the table. The scene is like a concert.

The waiter bent down and respectfully said: "If there are other needs, you can tell me at any time."

Qi Linqing: "Are there milk tea?"

Waiter: "Yes, which brand and flavor do you want? Or you can try the classic silk stocking milk tea from our auction house."

Huang Yuchen glanced at him nahanily, "Do you like milk tea?"

"No, my wife likes it." Qi Linqing turned around and asked Zhong Chen: "Which one would you like to drink?"

The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth curled up slightly, "Well, let's have milk tea with silk stockings, this one is pretty good."

Qi Linqing was a little strange, the other party's tone seemed to have been to Guardian auction house before.

He thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever drank it before?"

Oops, I accidentally said that I missed my mouth.

"No, no." Zhong Chen had a guilty conscience, and quickly fooled around with haha.

He did come before. It was to buy the purple gold wolf hair brush that Master gave him.

"Oh." Qi Linqing took a sip of the raw tea on the table.

Lin Xichen patted his great-grandson and said, "Look at others Duo Enai, when will you bring someone home to hold my great-great-grandson?"

Huang Yuchen felt that he was caught off guard and was fed a large mouthful of dog food, but at the same time he suffered a certain amount of mental devastation.

"No, if I take a man home, how can I hold your grandson?" He was full of black lines.

Lin Xichen pondered for a moment, "That's true."

Huang Yuchen really didn't want to sit next to the old man, and didn't want to be close to the other side to eat dog food.

Finally, he went to the bathroom with excuses and went out to smoke a cigarette.

There is a dedicated smoking room opposite the toilet in the outer hall of the auction house, where tobacco, alcohol and tea are provided free of charge.

Huang Yuchen opened the door and walked in, found an empty spot, took out a cigarette, and got angry.

He took a deep breath and spit it out after passing through the lungs, and the feeling of dizziness on his head filled his brain, and he felt that he was alive.

There were many men like him sitting around, chatting in twos and threes.

"This year's auction house is amazing. I heard that there is a famous painting by Yuan Sihao."

"More than that! There is also the original painting of Saint Fu Yi..."

Upon hearing Fu Yi, Huang Yuchen immediately pricked his ears.

Although he himself didn't want to embark on the road of inheriting the Southern School in the future, he couldn't hold back Lin Xichen's brainwashing in his ears.

Fu Yi is the ancestor of the Southern School.

A man with a half-length hair shawl said lazily with a cigarette in his mouth: "The Southern School may not be able to do it now, and even Fu Yi's paintings are willing to sell them."

"That's not the case that people from a place in Nanpai last year colluded with Xiaori...Sakura Island to smuggle and were arrested on the spot by the police and owed a large amount of foreign debt." Another person sneered.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Nanpai always did some of these things, and those things left by the ancestors will be given to them."

"That's it."

"I don't think the North and South factions will work. After all, the social situation is different now."

"..."

Huang Yuchen felt uncomfortable after hearing this.

The southern faction is too big, and it has been divided into several different factions after thousands of years.

Some factions do things that slander their reputations and ask them to take the blame outside.

But who is the faction that smuggled with Sakura Island? !

And the original work of Fu Yi... why did it appear on the auction house?

Huang Yuchen's face was solemn.

All kinds of questions came to mind, as if the front was shrouded in endless mist.

After Huang Yuchen finished smoking two cigarettes and returned to the box, the auction had officially started.

As soon as he sat down, the old man covered his nose in disgust, and said, "I went to smoke again, it smells bad."

Huang Yuchen silently took an apple from the table and gnawed.

Later, he heard Zhong Chen say to Qi Linqing: "Gu Demao has returned to me. He said that he doesn't know what the Southern School is. It is estimated that the auction house's venue was rented from their home this time."

Qi Linqing: "That's it."

What the **** is Gu Demao?

Huang Yuchen subconsciously popped up in his heart: Gu De Mao Ning.

Off the field, in the center of the lights.

The beautiful hostess introduced the first collection with a smile on the front: "This is the masterpiece "Spring Mountain Ruixue" by Ming Dynasty painter Mi Feiyu. The majestic mountains are dotted with the melting snow scene of winter and spring. It is a Chinese painting circle. A gem of a masterpiece. Provided by the Southern Zhejiang School, with a starting price of RMB 2 million—"

The pictures of the paintings are displayed in high-definition by the back projector.

There was a commotion in the audience.

Bids one after another.

"Two hundred and one hundred and twenty thousand yuan!"

"Two and five million!"

"three million!"

"..."

Qi Linqing condensed his brows and looked at the painting.

Later, he also had painters who knew about the later generations of history. This Mr. Mi Feiyu is quite famous.

After a long bidding period, this "Spring Mountain Ruixue Picture" was finally sold for 5 million.

But compared to the outside market price, it is actually lower.

Then one after another, the famous paintings that appeared in the auction were more famous, more expensive, and more shocking.

Fan Kuan, Zhan Zichen, Zhou Fang, Zhang Xuan...These are all famous painters who have left a lot of color on Chinese painting.

Even the people in the audience were a bit surprised by the great work of the Southern School.

Did Nanpai sell its inventory on a big sale?

But if you grab it, you earn it. Everyone started bidding.

Qi Linqing also took two pictures, Li Gonglin's "Five Horses" and Xia Gui's "Yuyushuyan".

More in line with his aesthetics.

But more ancient paintings scattered and spread to the hands of the wealthy businessmen present.

"Why does the Southern School sell these precious paintings?" Qi Linqing asked Lin Xichen.

Lin Xichen looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it.

This is a decision made by the headquarters, and he is not qualified to maneuver.

Huang Yuchen snorted, "The answer is very simple, Nanpai has no money."

"Don't talk nonsense, brat." Lin Xichen glared at his great-grandson.

Huang Yuchen put his hands on his chest and leaned back on the sofa.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I can hear it in both ears."

Qi Linqing could understand.

Such a change is that, in today's decline of traditional Chinese painting, ancient organizations such as the North and South School are destined to be slowly eliminated by the times.

Just like Mr. Xu said, who can get the support of the state can steadily go to the end.

In this regard, the China Calligraphy and Painting Association has done a great job.

Zhong Chen interrupted, "How much money is Nanpai short of? I can sponsor it."

Lin Xichen shook his head and sighed lightly. Accompanied by the change in facial expressions, he seemed to be much older at this moment.

"It's not a question of money. It's Chinese painting, which really doesn't work now."

He has a deep understanding of this.

Huang Yuchen muttered: "You are very self-aware of the future of the Southern School, and you keep asking me to inherit the things left by my ancestors in the future. There is no future at all."

Lin Xichen said sadly: "It is precisely because of this that the Southern School needs more inheritance. That is the precious thing left by the painting saint Fu Yi, and it must not be let down."

"Fu Yi Fu Yi! It's him that you open your mouth every day! I don't know how many years they have been dead, are you annoying? Maybe they don't care at all in the underworld. Whether the Southern School is broken or not." Huang Yuchen could not bear to roar.

The emotions accumulated over the years seem to have reached a full point.

Lin Xichen was also very angry, and his nose was crooked. If there were no guests here, he would definitely raise his crutches and beat up his great-grandson violently.

Qi Linqing: "..."

He really doesn't seem to care much.

In Qi Linqing's view, Nanpai is not the future of Chinese painting circles.

The past things need new things to merge and replace.

One cannot hold on to self-proclaim forever.

Suddenly hearing other people's household affairs, Zhong Chen quickly took a sip of milk tea and was shocked.

The Nanpai today is different from what he imagined.

On the other side, on the auction stage.

The host picked up the microphone and shouted in an excited voice:

"The following is an unborn masterpiece by Tang Chaoyuan Sihao, "Autumn Mountain and Bright Moon"-the scroll of this painting is about 126.7cm long and 45.8cm wide. The content is well preserved and the color is rich. We have identified it as genuine, starting price Seven million yuan..."

Due to the Japanese love, the price of Yuan Sihao's works in the international market has also risen in recent years.

Qi Linqing stood up suddenly, staring solemnly at the pictures of the paintings on the big screen.

This so-called "Autumn Mountain and Bright Moon" is exactly the painting he lost before!

Zhong Chen was also quite surprised.

Could it be that the original theft was related to the Southern faction?

If this is the case, Zhong Chen thought coldly, there seems to be no need for the Southern School to exist.

The auction scene boiled like boiling porridge.

In the end, "Autumn and Bright Moon" was auctioned by a wealthy Soviet businessman at a high price of 12 million.

The host then showed the finale of this auction-Fu Yi's masterpiece!

As soon as it appeared on the big screen, it immediately ignited like a flame throughout the audience, bringing the atmosphere to the top.

Everyone knows how rare the works of painting Sheng Fu Yi are. The last time "Luhuadong Moon Map" appeared, it caused a national sensation.

If the news goes out, it will surely cause shocks to the outside world.

In today's day when Chinese painting is in decline, Fu Yi's name is still a well-known golden sign in China.

This is a landscape painting, with hazy snow-capped mountains and dots of pine trees interspersed appropriately.

The yellowed scroll is laid out flat, revealing a strong sense of antiquity.

"We named it "Snow Scenery Pine Mountain Map"." The host introduced: "After being determined by the Southern School, this painting is Fu Yi's ghostwriting for Yuan Sihao."

The value of a painting is actually closely related to the story behind it.

For example, the legendary "Fu of Luo Shen" has become an invaluable treasure.

With that said, the painting immediately looked unusual.

Qi Linqing's eyebrows moved.

He hates that others will name his paintings casually.

Especially when the painting was stolen.

The scene where everyone scrambled to bid and competed can be called a human tragedy.

The banknotes rushed out.

"Fifty million!"

"Seventy million!"

"Nine million!"

"One hundred million!!"

"..."

Just as Qi Linqing wanted to speak, he heard a cold call from the person beside him: "1.5 billion."

He turned his head.

The atmosphere of the scene froze for an instant.

But the few remaining billionaires were not reconciled and tried to raise their signs and continue to bid.

Zhong Chen unhurriedly added the remaining two words: "U.S. dollars."

The host looked ecstatic, and immediately made a final decision: "Box No. 18 bid 1.5 billion US dollars, 1.5 billion US dollars. Is there anything higher than him?"

"..."

Deathly silence

Who can afford it?

Is there a gold mine at home?

Huang Yuchen opened his mouth wide.

He knew that Zhong Chen was rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich!

Lin Xichen's eyes also froze.

Noting Qi Linqing's sight, Zhong Chen leaned over and whispered: "Don't worry, I will let them spit out the money."

Others may not have this self-confidence, but he does.

After the auction, there was still a lot of noise on the scene. Many people are reluctant to leave.

They wanted to see who the mysterious man in Box No. 18 was.

In the world, there are only a handful of famous paintings that can achieve this price.

Not to mention the secret auction held by their southern faction!

The auction is jokingly called "leakage" because the paintings and antiques it sells are lower than the market price.

But this 1.5 billion US dollars is too exaggerated.

Inside the box.

Zhong Chen first called Gu Demao, and then to the brothers in city B.

The original owner's "Bloodthirsty Blue Dragon" secondary status can occasionally come in handy.

Then he asked Lin Xichen and Huang Yuchen to go back first and take care of the next thing himself.

"Brother, you are a tiger." Huang Yuchen looked at Zhong Chen adoringly, with a look that was about to become a fan.

"This has nothing to do with tigers or tigers." Zhong Chenyun said lightly: "Anyone who dares to bully my man will die."

Huang Yuchen: "...?"

The cold dog food patted me indiscriminately on the face.

Qi Linqing went around the back door to the men's bathroom.

When he was washing his hands, the door of the compartment behind him opened and a familiar figure came out.

The youth was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a Guanyin jade pendant around his neck. The handsome appearance is very conspicuous, almost unforgettable.

At a glance, Qi Linqing recognized this as the gatekeeper he had seen last time at the Nanpai headquarters.

"Hello." Ren Xinyuan also took the initiative to say hello to him.

"Hello." After Qi Lin washed his hands, he took out two paper towels and wiped them.

Ren Xinyuan took the initiative and said: "Now the headquarters has been refurbished. If you are free, you can come and visit at any time."

Looking at the mirror in front of him, Qi Linqing was actually looking at this person.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

He thought for a moment, then asked: "Have I seen you where?"

Ren Xinyuan smiled and said, "I was at the headquarters last time, you forgot about it."

Qi Linqing: "No, I mean before this."

The smile on Ren Xinyuan's face gradually disappeared.

"Maybe you are mistaken. Everyone says I look like a star." He didn't even wipe his hands after he said, turned around and left.

"and many more."

Qi Linqing remembered between the flashing lights.

I am used to running in the morning every day.

A few days before the theft, he vaguely remembered seeing the other party buying cigarettes in front of the convenience store.

This is true because Ren Xinyuan's looks are more impressive.

All the clues are strung together.

Qi Linqing rushed forward and grabbed the young man's wrist, looked at him directly and asked, "Did you steal the two paintings that were auctioned just now?"

"I stole it? It's funny, what are you talking nonsense." Ren Xinyuan had an offended expression and waved his hand to break free from Qi Linqing's shackles. But it didn't break free for a long while.

There were other people in the men's room, and they were looking strangely at them at this time.

Qi Linqing insisted: "I remember you appeared at my door."

Ren Xinyuan's eyes flickered, and he sneered: "Do you have any evidence? Please don't slander people in broad daylight. If I really stole your paintings, don't worry, I will go to jail myself."

Hearing what the other party said, Qi Linqing slowly let go.

He actually had eight points in his mind that the thief was this person, but it was really difficult to do without evidence.

At that time, the police did not find any clues.

Obviously, the criminal's hands and feet are very neat and clean. Perhaps... it can also be said to be experienced.

Ren Xinyuan shook his wrist and muttered, "It hurts, I haven't asked you for mental damage and medical expenses."

"If you need a claim, you can contact my lawyer."

Qi Linqing took a deep look at him, then turned and left.

Ren Xinyuan was still yelling provocatively behind him: "Hey, who is your lawyer? Leave a contact information."

Qi Linqing's forehead jumped.

If the other party only stole those two pictures, he wouldn't be so angry.

After he knew that his apprentice Liang Luoduan was still alive, he wanted to find a chance to give Zhong Chen personally.

But this painting also disappeared without a trace.

His face sank, and he turned and strode back.

"You can call the police, or you can ask my lawyer to make a claim, whatever you want."

Qi Linqing directly slammed the young man's face with a punch.

Ren Xinyuan screamed, covering his left eye in disbelief, "Do you dare to hit me?!"

In the mirror, his left eye is already black and the shape is horrible.

Qi Linqing thought about it for a while, and punched him in the right eye by the way, and filled the panda eye.

"no need to thank me."

Ren Xinyuan: "..."

Because his screams of killing pigs spread too far, the people in the women's toilet and the maternity room opposite all poked their heads and looked around.

I don't know who said it, and soon the security guards and the crowd were onlookers.

As the perpetrator, Qi Linqing did not leave, but stayed where he was.

A girl recognized him and couldn't help taking out his mobile phone to take pictures.

"Sorry, can the photos be deleted and not spread out?" Qi Linqing stepped forward and said politely.

The girl's heart melted when she heard it, and Qi's voice was so nice and gentle!

She nodded like smashing garlic and obediently deleted the photo.

"Don't forget to delete it recently." Qi Linqing reminded.

Girl: "Of course of course! I deleted them all."

Then Qi Linqing asked for ice cubes from the infirmary and handed them to Ren Xinyuan, saying, "Apply a compress."

Ren Xinyuan shrank back, his eyes revealing hatred and suspicion: "You won't be poisoned in the ice, right?"

Qi Linqing: "No."

The woman exclaimed angrily: "You only poisoned, your whole family poisoned! Brother Qi wouldn't be such a person."

Ren Xinyuan groaned in pain, wanting to say that your brother gave me a heavy punch just a moment ago.

There was a stir about a Southern visitor being beaten in the toilet at the auction, which was related to Qi Linqing.

After Zhong Chen heard this, he ran towards this side quickly.

Huang Yuchen was afraid of an accident, so he rushed over after sending Old Man Lin to the car.

Then the two saw an extremely strange scene in front of them.

With the crowd watching, on the floor of the men's room was a painful man with blind eyes and deep dark circles under his eyes.

And Qi Linqing stood by, his body straight as loose.

The security guard told them that Qi Linqing had beaten the man.

Now it has been reported to the police, waiting for the police to come and deal with it.

"What's the matter?" Huang Yuchen's head was full of question marks, and he didn't believe everything that happened here.

In his impression, it is impossible for Qi Linqing to hit someone.

Zhong Chen didn't care, and said: "Don't look at his temperament, but he has always been revenge for revenge, and he will retaliate twice."

After half an hour, the police arrived.

Qi Linqing calmly explained what happened.

The police conducted detailed investigations and even seized the headquarters of the Southern Pai. Unexpectedly, a terrible theft was actually involved!

There are many ancient paintings in the warehouse of the headquarters. But there are many famous paintings stolen from previous museums and wealthy merchants.

After analysis by the inspector specially invited by the police, there are still some fake paintings.

——It is obvious that the Nanpai is conducting fraudulent activities in secret.

In recent years, the state has supported anti-counterfeiting, and the police must punish severely this time. Although it was only done by one of the branches of the Southern School, almost everyone was forced to get under investigation.

The matter even made the news. Especially after the media revealed that it had colluded with the island country, the reputation of the Southern School immediately became stinky, and all the netizens scolded them on one side.

Lin Xichen knew that the situation was over, so she could only hold Qi Linqing's hand and said with tears: "In any case, you must take part in this year's competition with the Northern Faction."

Qi Linqing nodded and agreed.

This is the last thing he can do for the Nanpai.

China's criminal investigation technology is now very mature. After confirming the suspect, the police called up the previous camera records near Qi Linqing's home, and finally determined that Ren Xinyuan was a thief.

But he was far more than he was behind the scenes.

"Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" was also successfully recovered, wrapped in a sealed file and returned to Qi Linqing's hands.

Qi Linqing was worried that Zhong Chen was suspicious of what this was, and elaborated a lie to explain: "These are some securities stocks prepared by Mr. Yan for me."

Zhong Chen nodded, "I know, I believe in you."

When Qi Linqing listened, he always felt that this was a bit weird.

As the saying goes, having money can make ghosts push away. Many criminals are able to escape the sanctions behind bars because they have paid a lot of money to hire powerful lawyers and found loopholes in the law.

Nanpai was spotted by the police before, but it survived many catastrophes.

The energy behind them is very large, even related to the government.

But this time they were miserable. The person above can't be saved.

The whole fake nest, together with the person involved in the case, was killed in one go.

The lawyers Zhong Chen invited are the top team in the country, with a total of 99 people.

The three heads surpassed Zhuge Liang. And 99 Zhuge Liang, no one can resist.

So all this group went into prison.

Ren Xinyuan was the worst. Because his stolen famous painting "Snow Scenery Pine Mountain" sold for US$1.5 billion at auction, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment under the theft law.

The incident was reported to the Internet by the police officer, which caused an uproar.

[The Nanpai group is so disgusting]

[Collusion between inside and outside, fraud and stealing, it's really all evil]

[I guess they even do things like tomb robbers]

[A bunch of traitors! ! Die for me]

...

A certain V revealed that the enthusiastic crowd who helped the police catch the criminal gang was one of the victims, Qi Linqing.

The last time Qi Linqing was taken away for investigation on suspicion of counterfeiting antiques, it was actually because of the framing by this group of criminal gangs. He himself was also stolen three famous paintings, one of which was an authentic painting by Fu Yi, valued at 1.5 billion US dollars.

The official news came out and it was a thorough clarification.

Netizens were shocked.

[Good guy, $1.5 billion? ? ]

[I am stupid]

[It turns out that Qi Linqing is so rich]

[Sure enough, those who engage in art are very rich...]

[I hate this group of criminal gangs, the thief shouts to catch the thief]

The popularity of hot searches on this matter is like a gust of east wind.

So much so that after the official opening of the "Misty Rain in the Green Mountains" exhibition at the Art Museum in City B, the number of visitors once created a historical record——

The author has something to say: Families, I really want to finish recently, because I really can’t think of so many chapter titles with radicals...