Shortly after Owen and Galjanon returned, there was a commotion in the next room, each celebrating the receipt of a large sum of money. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Xuan smiled at this and said nothing.

The money he got was dozens of times that of theirs, and this is the big money!

I took off my coat and washed up briefly, climbed into bed and went to bed, it was already half past six in the morning, the winter sun appeared late, and the sky was just dawning.

He only slept until nine o'clock, and was woken up by Anya, because he was wearing pajamas, a certain physiological reaction of the man in the morning of puberty, and she did not see it.

I had no choice but to knock on the girl's head, so that she wouldn't be like this in the future, she was okay when she was a child, but she was easy to be embarrassed when she grew up.

I didn't get enough sleep today, so I went to take a shower with red eyes and soaked in the bubble jacuzzi for half an hour to relieve fatigue.

After finishing breakfast, I went out with Isabelle and Ramirez again, and almost played all the places in Munich.

It was almost late evening when I got a call saying that Gabriel and George had just returned......

Unexpectedly, on the TV in the lobby on the first floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, I saw a report about my coming to Germany, and it was expected that a large number of reporters were rushing to interview the old Nierman.

Today, I have already rejected the interview requests of several small Munich tabloids, and it will be more troublesome when there are more reporters, and I will not be able to refrain from doing so at that time.

Everything in Germany has been dealt with, hurriedly packed up and checked out and left, the Han family has no industry in Germany, little influence, the airport arranged the route to Greece and Dubai, it took more than two hours, and it was necessary to pay a fee equivalent to 100,000 US dollars, which is very cheating.

The flight to the Maldives is too long, so you need to find a place to transfer and fill up with fuel, and you have to stop twice to get there.

Han Xuan was full of resentment towards Dubai at first, but now with the passage of time, he has gradually forgotten it, and wants to take a look at what this future world focus looks like now.

It wasn't until he got on the plane that he found an opportunity to talk to Gabriel about the whereabouts of the collections, and was slightly relieved to learn that they were now in a rented warehouse, and to hear him say that someone had been arranged to guard them.

The rest of the paintings were taken away, and Han Xuan took with him only the most valuable of those works, "Water Lilies", which had no drawing board in the first place, presumably cut off from the edge during World War II.

Rolled into a round shape and stuffed into a bucket, successfully passed the security check and was brought to the plane.

At this moment, the plane is in cruising mode, and the night is low outside the window, and the sky is glowing with a little white light.

He took out the painting and spread it flat on the table for Anya to see.

Monet painted hundreds of water lily works in his life, the number of which cannot be counted, there are 251 recorded in history, of which 181 are named after "Water Lilies" alone.

It took him decades to create a painting in an average of three weeks, and in the second half of Monet's life, he almost exclusively painted water lilies, many of which belonged to group paintings.

The so-called "group painting" refers to a number of paintings made by the painter in the same position, facing the same object, at different times and under different lighting.

What distinguishes them is only Monet's capture of momentary light and color.

The moment Anya saw this painting, her eyes immediately lit up, and the purple was extraordinarily deep and charming.

The only things that can attract her in this world seem to be Han Xuan, Hua, and her only relative, Lady Cecilia, plus those animals.

She has little contact with Han Xuan's family, which can only be regarded as polite, not particularly close.

"Looking at the number 1919, I remember that Monet only created four works back then, two of which appeared, and this one was not seen. ”

Han Xuan carefully pressed the upturned corners of the oil painting and showed it to Anya, for fear of disturbing Ramirez's sleep, and said softly.

Isabelli is a monster, she only needs three hours of sleep a day, a few hours more than Han Xuan every day, and she likes to read.

Regardless of IQ, just comparing wisdom, she is definitely smarter.

He dabbled in almost everything, but he didn't like to do intensive research, which made Gregorian of Brown University feel worried.

Several times she sighed that if she could put her heart into it, she might be able to achieve something and win the world's highest award, and the Nobel Prize might not be possible.

Isabelle looked at the overall color of the painting, which was pale red, which should have been created by Monet in the evening when there was a sunset.

"Yes, it never appeared, and the handwriting of 1919 is different from Monet's signature.

If it's not a fake painting, it may have been added later. ”

Anya turned her head and said, "It's true, I've seen a few paintings of Monet in the museum, and no one can imitate his works, and the same goes for signatures and oil paints."

We are painting objects that actually exist, but Monet is painting the thoughts in his head, most famously his "Sunrise Impression", which can be imitated by technique, but not by feeling.

Han Xuan, where did you get it, and why is there no record of it in the book?"

Han Xuan smiled and casually lied: "I bought it from a private collector."

Many of Monet's paintings are in private collections, and they haven't been seen since they were exhibited by Monet decades ago, isn't that normal?"

Isabelli had something to say, "I went out in the middle of the night to buy paintings, I dozed off seventeen times a day, and my bodyguard was injured, it seems that you really like it." ”

"See through it, don't talk about it, and continue to be friends.

Those who know too much in the book end up with no good ends. ”

Glaring at the guy who didn't sleep at night and liked to listen to the corner, and motioned for her to stop talking, Han Xuan handed the painting bucket to Anya:

"After I finished loading it, I went to see how Fat Ding and Pooh were.

If there is still room for the bed, I will sleep in the lounge, you can also come and sleep together, you don't have to call me to eat, a little sleepy. ”

Anya didn't listen, just habitually hummed.

Isabelli looked at her, and then looked at Han Xuan, with an intriguing expression on her face, as if she was talking to herself: "Some people, they keep saying that they are friends, and when they encounter good things, they think about others, but they push their friends into the pit.

It's so uncomfortable to sit and sleep, there is a lounge and a place, it should be me and Doloris to sleep.

You should be a gentleman, otherwise you won't find a girlfriend in the future. ”

"I'm so good, how can I not?" Han Xuan looked at her with a roll of his eyes and continued to walk towards the lounge.

Passing by where Jason was sitting.

When he saw the picture on the screen in front of him, Han Xuan's heart collapsed.

This turned out to be a small love action movie, and it was a large-scale one!

Jason was unrestrained, wearing headphones.

was too fascinated, and when he saw Han Xuan standing beside him, he had already seen it.

Rao is Jason is thick-skinned, and now he also feels that his face is burning in a panic, and he touches his nose in embarrassment, explaining: "I'm diverting my attention, the high air pressure is unstable, and the wound hurts."

But I don't want to take painkillers, that thing has side effects and is addictive, so ......"

As he spoke, he quietly turned off the screen and changed the subject: "What are you going to do?"

Han Xuan's eyes were strange.

"Jason, I see that you are usually quite decent, but I didn't expect you to be an old driver......" (To be continued.) )