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Chapter 759: Ingres, the Master of Classicism

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As the heir of one of the most important chaebols in the United States, the Harriman family, John Harriman naturally has a large number of exquisite works of art in his villa.

In addition to a large number of oil paintings, porcelain from China is also indispensable, and even the vast majority of them are official kilns from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

But among the hundreds of porcelain furnishings, there is no one that can compare to the Yuan blue and white 'Guiguzi Descending Mountain' pattern jar in his hand!

Even Liu Dong didn't expect that he would be able to harvest a national treasure-level Yuan blue and white porcelain on this trip!

However, there is not much time now, and Liu Dong can only simply appreciate it and put it away first.

"That's even if I paid for this trip!

Thinking of this, Liu Dong glanced at the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the wall, except for some of the oil paintings of the so-called abstract painters he was not interested in, other fine oil paintings of masters such as classicist masters Delacroix and David, impressionist painters Degas and Monet, Liu Dong was not ready to let go.

And he also believed that after tonight, John Harriman would have broken his teeth and swallowed in his stomach.

After making up his mind, Liu Dong stepped up the stairs and crept to the top floor of John Harriman's bedroom, where he slept today.

However, Liu Dong was not ready to directly ask for the other party's life, after all, although the two sides were a little unpleasant. But it has not yet escalated to the hatred of Cheng dù.

So Liu Dong was thinking for a while. A bull's head was taken out of the mustard seed space. Because of the preservation of space, when Liu Dong was in Vancouver, the bull's head that Liu Dong put in the mustard seed space still has a red blood stain on his neck!

After putting the bull's head on John Harriman's bedside table, Liu Dong took out another piece of paper with handwriting and nailed it to the head of the bed with a knife!

After finishing this qiē, he took one last look at John Harriman, who was still asleep, and smiled indifferently. Liu Dong turned around and went out.

The night passed quickly, around eight o'clock in the morning, John Harriman woke up on time, as a child of a large family, John Harriman is not a gentleman, a good tutor has allowed him to develop a good life and rest habits.

He had already thought about it last night, so he used these few days to teach Liu Dong a profound lesson, so that he could understand that the Harriman family was not something that anyone could threaten, and that he also had enough confidence with his back to the Skull and Bones Society, and finally let Liu Dong obediently comply.

But John Harriman, who soon sat up from the bed, was stunned!

"Damn it. What about my painting of Ingres' Venus?" looked at the empty wall, and was stunned for a while. Harriman couldn't help but exclaim.

Jean-Auguste Dominique Ingres was a French painter who was already a very good painter even when he was 17 years old. Moreover, Ingres's admiration for Greco-Roman art and Raphael's, and his adherence to classical laws like David's, but his interest in medieval and oriental exoticism, has been dramatically classified as Romantic by some art historians.

However, this excellent painter has always been considered one of the true masters of classicism in the 19th century!

Ingres admires nature, and the nude creations that represent his highest achievements are often unpolished, which is the perfect combination of the refinement of natural images and the rationality of classical modeling. The nude women in his paintings have no thoughts, no beliefs, and no elements of the times, and are completely pure artistic creations of the painter.

Therefore, his famous painting "Spring" brings together the beauty of women, showing the tranquility, lyricism and purity of beauty that can be universally praised by mankind. It is the treasure of the Louvre Museum in France!

In addition, in the same style as "Spring", there are also "The Grand Palace Maid", "The Bathing Girl of Wapingçon", "Turkish Bath" and so on.

John Harriman's "Venus" oil on canvas is also one of them, which he spent about $40 million to buy from a French collector, although now $40 million is no longer in the top ten of the world's most valuable oil paintings, but $40 million is already the price ten years ago, if you remove the factor of inflation, and the price of art trade in the world has skyrocketed, Harriman has a height of 2 meters, a width of 1.2 meters of "Venus" Not inferior to any other oil painting in the world that has been auctioned!

In addition, the reason why Harriman put this nude portrait of "Venus" in his bedroom is more or less to promote the pleasure of the bed!

But now that this famous painting he cherished was gone, and it was only one night, Harriman was even more angry.

Hearing his voice, the bodyguard outside the door knocked on the door and walked in.

"Boss......!"

The voice suddenly stopped!

"What's the matter with you, didn't hear ......!"

When John Harriman turned his head to see the shocked look on the bodyguard's face, and then followed his eyes, his face was equally shocked.

"Teng!"

After reacting, Harriman didn't care that he was undressed, like a spring, he got up from the bed, and left the big bed three steps and two steps away, before pointing to the bull head on the bedside table, looking at the bull head that was still bloody and fleshy, and asked in a trembling tone: "What's going on? How can this bull head appear in my bedroom?"

"Boss, I don't know too much!"

"Then don't you go over and have a look!" John Harriman scolded.

"Yes, boss!"

But after the bodyguard walked over, he also noticed the flying knives and papers left by Liu Dong!

"Boss, this was found at your bedside!"

Looking at the throwing knives and papers handed over by the bodyguards, John Harriman's face changed dramatically.

Because he is very familiar with the style of this flying knife, it is the flying knife that Liu Dong held in his hand and threatened him last night.

When he put down the knife and picked up the paper, the look on his face became even more ugly!

"Dear Mr. Harriman, when I saw this note, I believe you also saw the gift I left! But that's not the point, the point is that the security system here is really bad, and when I put the cow's head at the head of your bed, no one found out about my deposit!"

“…… But it doesn't matter, I have no grievances with Mr. Harriman, and I don't feel like I did anything to you, so this time I just gave a small gift, which is an unexpected surprise! However, if Mr. Harriman does anything in the future that I feel very sorry for, then I think it should be quite easy to send you to God! And I promise that the great American Constitution will never find any evidence, and that I will keep me safe!"

“…… Oh, by the way, and one last thing, I forgot to tell Mr. Harriman! The art in your villa is really very rich! Especially the oil paintings of Ingres, Delacroix, David, etc. are rare to see! Also, you know that I am a collector, so when I left, I took them with me!

"Hehe, thank you very much Mr. Harriman for your generosity!"

"Snort!"

John Harriman, whose face was pale, could not wait to finish reading it, and then tore the paper in his hand to powder.

Then he opened the door and rushed out of the bedroom wearing only pants, but the precious oil paintings and artworks that he had treasured in the living room, study, and reception room had long since disappeared!

Of course, Liu Dong didn't take everything with him, such as those boring paintings of abstraction, he didn't bring any of them.

But even so, John Harriman, who was already excited, was about to go crazy!

"Damn Liu Dong, you wait!"

John Harriman gritted his teeth and dripped blood in his heart at the same time, most of these works of art that he treasured were among the finest, and now after Liu Dong collected 70% of them, his loss was at least more than 300 million US dollars!

$300 million, even John Harriman, a big family, felt deep pain.

But at the same time as the pain in his flesh, there was also a deep fear in his heart.

As the richest elite in the United States, John Harriman feared death the most.

"Damn, what are you doing standing, you idiots, why don't you go and see what you find on the surveillance system!" Harriman yelled at the bodyguards around him.

But five minutes later, the bodyguards' report sent John Harriman's heart to rock bottom.

As soon as it was normal, there was not the slightest trace of it found on the monitoring system, but all the people who were in the monitoring room last night were knocked unconscious!

"Boss, are we going to call the police?"

"Call the police?" John Harriman waved his hand at the bodyguard with a wry smile in his heart, "You guys go out first, I'll be alone for a while!"

Hearing this, the bodyguards who looked at each other finally walked out of the room under the leadership of a small number of people!

Sitting on the sofa and looking at the empty wall, the oil painting that used to hang on it has disappeared!

"Liu Dong!"

John Harriman kept repeating these two words.

He knew that he would not get back the art he had lost! Not to mention that there was no evidence, even if there was, what could he do, the bull's head placed at the head of the bed almost killed all his resistance!

No matter how much money you have, your life doesn't matter!

"But it's not just us in the Skull and Bones Family! Liu Dong, even if I don't bother you, there are other people who will find you! If you can really survive this trouble, then this $300 million work of art will be given to you by me! But if you die, then your relatives and friends will bear the wrath of the Harriman family on your behalf!"

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued......)