This is also the place where she exhibited three ink-splashed landscape paintings, both in terms of painting and artistic conception, which are obviously stronger than other young painters.

Halfway through lunch, Lan'er and Su Xinyun's mobile phones suddenly rang violently.

After answering the phone, Su Xinyun's face suddenly turned pale, and she almost lost her mobile phone, her slender snow-white fingers barely supported her head, and her whole person was shaky.

Xu Xiangbei felt that something was wrong, pinched Su Xinyun's pulse, felt that her pulse was very weak, and a wisp of internal force was injected into Su Xinyun's meridians.

After a while, Su Xinyun's face recovered, and her sanity regained consciousness.

It was just noon, while everyone was eating, when the museum was stolen.

A total of four paintings were lost, one was a nine-cat picture worth tens of millions, and three ink-splashed landscape paintings by Su Xinyun.

The theft of her three favorite works was a fatal blow to her, and Su Xinyun couldn't cry: "I'm really unlucky, why didn't this thief steal other people's paintings, but stole my landscape paintings." ”

Xu Xiangbei handed her a tissue, rubbed the tiger's mouth for her, relieved her anxiety, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will definitely help you find those three paintings back." ”

Looking at Xu Xiangbei's eyes, he felt his sincerity, but Su Xinyun still frowned.

"Thank you for your kindness, you are not a policeman, how can you recover the stolen painting for me? I want to live in Dihai for some days, waiting for news from the police, it is too expensive to live in a hotel, is there a cheaper house to rent here?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled and said: "Live in my villa, my villa has four floors, I only live on the first floor, and the other three floors are for beautiful women, you can choose one to live in, and wait for news from the police." ”

The person who can steal Su Xinyun's three landscape paintings must be a person who knows how to paint, and there are many thieves at the interface of the earth and the sea, and the stealing skills are high, leaving no clues, and there are not many people who can know the value of the painting.

At night, at the beginning of the lanterns, Xu Xiangbei carried two bottles of Feitian Moutai for thousands of yuan to the small alley in the western suburbs.

There is a smell of decay in the small alleys, which are inhabited by old neighborhoods, which have been covered by high walls and have been planned as shantytowns.

Passing through the narrow alley, there was a knock on a small dilapidated wooden door in the depths of the alley.

Squeak, the shaft of the small wooden door is in disrepair and makes a screeching sound in the night.

Yang Qianshou squinted his eyes and stretched out his head to look at Xu Xiangbei outside the door: "Young man, are you here to find Jenny? You are in the wrong place, she doesn't live here." ”

Xu Xiangbei lifted the Feitian Moutai in his hand, squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "I'm here to find your grandfather." ”

Seeing the Moutai in Xu Xiangbei's hand, Yang Qianshou suddenly smiled: "Good boy, come in and sit, what a good boy." ”

There was a musty smell in the room, and Xu Xiangbei sat down at the small table at the door and put Moutai on the table.

"Good boy, what are you doing with grandpa? Is Jenny's girl bullying you? Or are you not going to be able to handle her?"

"It has nothing to do with Jenny, I just want to bring you two bottles of good wine for you to taste. ”

While talking, Xu Xiangbei unscrewed the Moutai cork, and the cabin was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine, Yang Qianshou had actually been looking at Xu Xiangbei vigilantly, but smelling the aroma of wine, he couldn't hold back anymore, swallowed his saliva, and turned over two wine glasses from the house.

"Come, let's have two drinks. ”

Xu Xiangbei smiled and said, "I don't drink it, this wine is for you to drink." ”

Yang Qianshou drank the mellow Moutai wine, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he exclaimed: "It's really good wine, young man, you are a good person, I haven't drunk such fragrant wine for many years." The hands of people are short, and the mouth of eating people is soft, young man, you have eaten my old man, say, do you have a request for me?"

Xu Xiangbei showed a wicked smile at this time: "I have a friend who participated in an art exhibition in the museum, and just had a lunch at noon, the nine cats and her three paintings were stolen. The surveillance only captured a masked man, any fingerprints, footprints, nothing. Grandpa, you are the famous Yang Qianshou, the originator of the Dihai piracy world, there are not many thieves like this kind of skilled and skilled in painting, Dihai,?"

Yang Qian dragged his few scarce goatees with his hands, and smiled triumphantly: "You kid, you are clever enough, there are really not many thieves who steal paintings, there are very few, I can guess three points, but I can't tell you, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes, why don't you marry my granddaughter quickly, you have a big fat boy, then she won't have time to stare at me all day, and I can be happy everywhere." ”

Xu Xiangbei was happy, and continued to pour wine for Yang Qianshou: "Grandpa, I still have a box of this kind of wine there." ”

The corners of Yang Qian's mouth twitched a few times, his eyes lit up, and he drank all the wine in the cup.

"You mean to say that as long as I help you, you will give me a case of wine?"

"Yes, six bottles in a box, grandpa, money is a trivial matter, this kind of fifty-year-old wine is one bottle less than one bottle, you can't buy it for a million on the market." ”

The corners of Yang Qian's mouth twitched, his eyes shot with extreme longing, and he slapped his thigh suddenly: "Okay, I'll help you try, if you can come, I can't guarantee it." ”

With half a point of drunkenness, Yang Qianshou came to a small restaurant near the river, and the river was choppy, bringing a little chill.

Yang Qianshou ordered a peanut, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a plate of braised pork, and drank happily.

The opposite side of Yang Qianshou was empty, but there was a set of dishes and chopsticks, and a glass of Moutai wine was poured.

The dishes are ordinary dishes, but the wine makes the small restaurant full of fragrance, and the fat chef who serves the food can't help but smell a few more sips.

There was only one guest in the whole small restaurant, and the chef and owner fell asleep leaning on the counter.

A small man in black walked into the hotel, walking without making a sound, as if he was a ghost, sitting opposite Yang Qianshou as if no one was around, picking up the glass of wine and drinking it all.

After drinking, the man in black sighed: "You dead old ghost, you can actually drink such a good wine, it's so hateful." ”

The man in black was a dry old man thinner than Yang Qianshou, with thief eyebrows, rat eyes, a mustache, cloudy eyes, and occasionally a fine light.

His hands were like skeletons, full of green tendons, but the phalanges of his index finger and middle finger were as strangely long as Yang Qian's hands.

Fortunately, it was under the fluorescent lights of the tavern, and if they met this old boy in the dark wilderness, everyone would think of him as a ghost.

Seeing that the thin old man drank the wine, Yang Qianshou showed a cruel smile: "Old gopher, you are finally here, two bottles, I still have two bottles of this fifty-year-old kiln aged wine, which is unique on the market, even if you go to Moutai Distillery, you can't steal it." ”

(End of chapter)