life as a police officer in america

Don't answer calls from strangers. You can't avoid disasters or stop blessings. As the old saying goes, if it rains and your mother wants to get married, let him be.

Sensi couldn't help but be a little worried.

Judging from Wilson's tone, people from the Anti-Corruption Bureau must have questioned him, and Xin Mohai also called Wang Dengming to warn him to be tight-lipped.

In other words, the Anti-Corruption Bureau of Polsen City is more aggressive in its investigation this time.

"Sponsor, I have a question. When Xin Mohai and the old hunter searched your office, Inspector Satsuma and I always thought that the gold bricks were taken away by them. Where did you hide the gold bricks?"

"Everyone has their own secrets, please don't ask so detailed questions, okay?"

"No, I always thought that the gold brick was taken away by Xin Mohai."

"Of course it would be best to be taken away by him. The Anti-Corruption Bureau will not cause trouble for me. Let's talk about the painting. Should we continue to invite experts to dig out the secrets of that painting?" Seven

"I have an idea. How about we take this painting to the calligraphy and painting market and find a painting dealer to appraise it?"

"No, you can't go to a painting dealer. This is elegant art. The director of the Academy of Fine Arts can't wait to buy this painting. Something is definitely wrong. How about we go find an art exhibition?"

Wang Dengming used his mobile phone to search for the word "art exhibition" on Google.

Coincidentally, there is an art exhibition in Watson County, and the organizer claims to be an American celebrity organization.

"Have you ever heard of the Alamein Art Exhibition? Have you heard of this name?"

"No."

The drive to Watson County takes about three hours, under normal circumstances without traffic jams.

Their desire was aroused by the art dean, and the two of them went straight to the exhibition with their paintings.

No. 45, Textile Road.

This is an eighteen-story building. The main function of this building is to carry out activities such as cultural exchanges.

This is a bit like a domestic conference center, a place for national meetings of all walks of life.

The painting exhibition is displayed on the first floor.

This building is awesome, with more than 3,000 square meters on the first floor and a dazzling array of booths.

At the door, security will ask for an admission pass, identity verification, reservation registration number, and the area where the booth is located.

The two of them came here impromptu, where are these documents?

Wang Dengming pointed to the oil painting on his shoulder and said: "Who is the person in charge here? I want to find the person in charge of the exhibition."

"Police officer, we have too many people in charge here. I don't know which department you are looking for, the reception department, the planning department, or the identification department."

"Then let's find the person in charge of the appraisal department."

There were three security guards at the entrance of the exhibition, and they looked a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it is too rare for a policeman in police uniform to come to an art exhibition to display his works. This is the domain of literary artists, and it is too incongruous for a policeman to come here carrying a painting.

In front of the main gate of the art exhibition, many people came in and out, and they all looked at Wang Dengming and the scroll on his shoulder in surprise.

Senxi showed a charming smile.

"Guys, can you help me? We came all the way and we didn't have time to go through the formalities."

The beauty's smile is very lethal. For Senxi's sake, a security guard took out a walkie-talkie.

"Mr. Banjiang"

About ten minutes later, a man wearing a blue suit and colorful tie came to the two of them.

"Hello you two, how can I help?"

The visitor has a good attitude, a pleasant smile, and a round face that gives him a great advantage in looking younger.

His fingers holding the phone are exceptionally delicate, whiter and more delicate than women's hands.

"Wang Dengming, this is Senxi, nice to meet you."

Wang Dengming shook hands with him. After Ban Jiang shook hands with Wang Dengming, he extended his hand to Senxi.

Senxi extended his hand generously.

"I'm very sorry, Goddess, there is no extra space in the exhibition hall, both on the walls and on the exhibition tables. Moreover, the works in our exhibition must be original, and we reject fakes. Is that your masterpiece?"

Ban Jiang pointed to the oil painting on Wang Denming's shoulder.

Sensi smiled elegantly again.

"I"

"You have an extraordinary temperament, and at first glance you are an extraordinary female painter."

Wang Dengming smiled slyly and said: "Yes, she is indeed a painter. This is her work. It took two years to complete. Unfortunately, we are late, but the purpose of our coming today is..."

"The purpose of most people coming here is to sell their works. Are you coming from other places?"

"Yes."

"I don't blame you. Our art exhibition is a marketing-oriented art exhibition. Many famous painters' works are displayed here and then sold at an estimated price."

"So what is the method of negotiation?"

"There are three ways. One is that the painter sets the price himself, and the organizer facilitates the transaction price. The latter method is that the organizer helps the painter set the price. After a suitable customer has identified which painting, the customer, organizer, and painter negotiate, and finally the price is negotiated.

Transaction. The last way, as everyone knows, is auction. Our art exhibition has the best and most fair auction venue, the most professional auctioneer, and the collector who knows the market best. Of course, we refuse fakes to enter the exhibition."

Sensi: "Mr. Banjiang, can you help me first with your professional vision?"

"Okay, please, come with me."

They followed Ban Jiang into the elevator and went up to the sixth floor.

There are many people in the hall of the Appraisal Department, dozens of them, and everyone is busy with their own affairs in front of computers and mountains of documents.

When a policeman walked into Ban Jiang's office carrying a painting and a stunningly beautiful girl, a naughty young man whistled.

"Ignore them, please sit down."

In Ban Jiang's office, there is a large table dedicated to appraising oil paintings.

The cleanliness of his office is quite high. Even Senxi was amazed that it was so clean.

Wang Dengming didn't have the time to care about the elegance, artistic taste and high-end decoration in the office.

After the oil painting was spread out, Ban Jiang frowned first, then frowned again.

Sensi: "What's wrong? Is it bad?"

Ban Jiang shook his head, indicating that he would wait until he finished reading.

He asked his assistant to pour two glasses of water for the two of them, and he looked at the painting alone.

Ten minutes or so later, Ban Jiang said: "You two, can I curse?"

Wang Dengming was stunned.

"What do you want to say?"

"This is such a damn good piece of work! I almost missed it!"

Senxi breathed a sigh of relief.

But his expression immediately changed.

"You two, it's not good to lie. This painting should have been painted a hundred and fifty years ago. Madam, how old are you?"

Sensi smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just a little joke on you."

"When it comes to art, as an artist you can't make such a joke. It doesn't matter. I forgive you."

Wang Dengming: "Can you tell what the canvas of this painting is?"

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Don't ask where it came from yet."

"Let me tell you, officer, this painting is worthless at first glance, but it's very different after a closer look. If you don't look carefully, this painting will be easily overlooked by others, and even connoisseurs will make mistakes. You are really lucky. Fortunately,

After meeting me, only a truly knowledgeable connoisseur can estimate its value."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes, it's about the canvas. I'm confused and puzzled. Please tell me a little bit. What method was used to preserve this painting?"

Wang Dengming: "It seems you still haven't answered my question. My final question is, how much do you think this painting is worth?"

Ban Jiang stretched out two fingers.

"How much is this?"

Sensi: "Two hundred thousand? So"

The word behind Sensi is: too much

Fortunately she didn't say it.

"More than ninety-nine percent of painting experts will offer a price of around 20,000 to 50,000, but for us, two million---US dollars, at least!"

Wang Dengming and Senxi were both very angry people, and they were also shocked at this moment.

The call from the art dean came in time, just enough to cover up the shock of the two of them.

"Mr. Police Officer, there is a collector who is very interested in your paintings. He is willing to pay US$80,000 to buy your paintings. If you have time,"