"Okay, I'll put people right away!"

Li Yang stayed for a few seconds, and immediately promised, but the old man rarely spoke to him so cautiously

Even when I was looking for a star-chasing sword in South Korea, I never did.

The telegraph was very simple, after Li Yang hung up the telephony, he began to place people to transport the oil painting, the oil painting was folded again, and it was also loaded into the original oil painting, and everything was restored to its original appearance.

It is not difficult for Li Yang to transport these tools back to China, these are all tools he just bought, and they can leave the country with the appropriate procedures.

Besides, Li Yang happened to buy a batch of Guangcai with a high value, and sent it back together at this time, and no one would suspect anything.

In the surprise of Wang Jiajia, Liu Yugang and others, Li Yang sent Haidong out, and these tools could be sent back in a bright light, but there was no need to worry about anything

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The time difference between Beijing and Milan is about six hours.

When Li Yang sent an email to the old man, it was about eight o'clock in the morning on the Beiyan side of Beijing, and after receiving Li Yang's email, the old man's family immediately became busy.

More than half an hour later, Dean Huang was the first to arrive here, sitting in the living room looking at the pictures, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Lao from the Liuli Factory also rushed over.

Seeing the pictures on the computer, he was first surprised, and then his brows were furrowed, and he shook his head and head from time to time, and he didn't say much.

At about ten o'clock, another car came from outside the villa, and down came down an old man with crane hair, and the old man went out in person and took the old man into the living room.

At this time, a projector has been installed in the living room, and the photo sent by Li Yang is enlarged on the screen and displayed here.

When the old man came in, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he stood there without moving.

"Old Xu, what do you think?"

After a few minutes, He Lao said softly, Dean Huang and Fang Lao raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes were focused on the last old man.

Xu Lao, named Xu Xuan, is a famous painter in China and a leading figure of the Western school of painting.

In addition, he also has an identity, he is the nephew of the famous domestic master Xu Beihong.

Influenced by his uncle Xu Beihong since childhood, Xu Lao has a strong interest in Western art, and has studied Western painting since he was a child, and slowly became an authority in this field in China.

Xu Lao is seventy-nine years old, older than the old man, in China, the most profound study of Western art, he said second, no one dares to say first.

This is the reason why the old man invited him, in terms of Western painting, the old man is not as good as him, which is also one of the reasons why Fang Lao and Dean Huang did not issue opinions, and they are waiting to hear his opinion first.

"Where's the painting?" Xu Lao looked at it for another minute before finally shaking his head.

"The painting is still in Milan, it was discovered by Li Yang by accident, and I have asked him to send the painting back first!"

The old man shook his head helplessly, Dean Huang and Fang Lao all stood over, and the four old men stood under the screen together, carefully looking at the enlarged paintings on the screen.

This enlarged Last Supper looks more machine, but the old men look more closely.

"I have a hunch that that kid may have really hit the ground running into luck this time!"

Dean Huang said suddenly, and when he spoke, he also looked at He Lao, and his whole face was a kind of pale, jealousy, naked jealousy, and fiery jealousy.

"I feel this way too, Xiao Li's luck has never been said!"

Elder Fang also said a word, and looked at Elder He as he spoke.

There was also some jealousy on his face, but it was not as strong as Dean Huang, his son had already inherited his craft, although he was not as good as him, but he was also a famous master in the industry.

There is also his apprentice brother, who has also achieved good results, which has always been the most gratifying thing for Fang Lao.

In this regard, he is much calmer than Dean Huang, unlike Dean Huang, who is still lonely and does not even have a mantle.

"If it's true, then the entire calligraphy and painting world is going to have a shock!"

Xu Lao said slowly, and when he spoke, his eyes were still staring at the screen in front of him, carefully looking at every piece of the screen.

To be precise, he was looking at every piece of the painting.

Soon, the old man received a message from Li Yang that Haidong had already boarded the plane with tools and would not be long before he could arrive in Bei Dan Beijing.

Elder Fang, Elder Xu, and Dean Huang all stayed at Elder He's house, and the three old men didn't leave, chatting in a whisper.

During the conversation of several old people, Li Yang was mentioned the most.

Of course, at this time, Li Yangyan didn't know about these seniors because he had gathered together and waited for his painting to arrive.

Li Yang took out the painting, but the result was not satisfactory.

Before the old man saw the painting with his own eyes, he didn't make any comments on the painting at all, which made Li Yang very helpless, so he could only wait for the painting to be received in China, and then ask what was going on.

Sending away that batch of Guangcai porcelain also made Bai Ming a little regretful, he couldn't appreciate it carefully this time.

However, Li Yang had already promised him that after returning to China, this batch of porcelain could be placed in his place for him to appreciate well, which finally made Bai Ming have no regrets in his heart.

Beijing time, at ten o'clock in the evening, the living room of the old man was still bright, the four old men did not rest, they all sat there, and Fang Lao was still walking back and forth.

The plane has arrived at the airport, and the old man has sent his own guards to pick it up, and he has not yet returned.

Just after eleven o'clock, the sound of a car finally came from outside, and Mr. Xu and Dean Huang both stood up and hurriedly walked out together.

Several old people have been waiting all day, but they can't control it at the last moment.

"Hello He Lao!"

Haidong entered the living room, holding only an oil painting in his hand, and the other tools were unloaded with the assistance of another guard, and these tools were temporarily placed here by the old man.

"Brought back?"

Seeing Haidong, a smile appeared on the face of the old man, but he still asked.

Haidong nodded his head and directly handed the painting in his hand to the old man, Dean Huang, Fang Lao and Xu Lao, all of whom hurriedly gathered together, looking at this landscape oil painting of the sea suspiciously.

The old man did not tell Li Yang's experience of obtaining this painting.

"They found the tool by accident, and that's why they took a picture!"

The old man smiled, first told the guards to take Haidong down to rest, and then walked to the table with the oil painting, ready to take out the hidden painting that had been affecting everyone's hearts.

The location of the painting, Li Yang had already told the old man.

With the help of the guards, the painting, which had been presented once in Milan before and was resealed, was finally displayed in front of everyone again.

The picture opened, Xu Lao's eyes tightened suddenly, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

In this painting of the Last Supper, the Lord Jesus is sitting in the center, and the twelve disciples are divided into four groups standing next to it, and there are many such paintings in the world.

But the first person to paint it in this way was Leonardo da Vinci.

The old man looked up and down endlessly at the painting in front of him, Fang Lao and Dean Huang also stared carefully, and several old people all looked at the painting in front of them attentively, this painting made people look a little machine.

"Old Xu, how is it?" This time it was Dean Huang who asked, and his face was still a little nervous.

"I'm fifty percent in control, and this is the legendary painting!"

Old Xu's lips trembled a little, and his voice was very irregular when he spoke, but no one laughed at him at this time, and several old people stood there stunned.

Fifty percent control, this control is already very large, Xu Lao is a very strict person, saying that it is fifty percent, it is estimated that there must be seventy percent control.

"It's true, the legend is true?"

Fang Lao also raised his head, he was not much better than Xu Lao, and the muscles on his face twitched from time to time.

"I don't know, we still have to go through the final decision!" Old Xu bowed his head.

"In the end, it's decided, good, good, Xu Lao, it's confirmed as soon as possible!"

The old man said loudly, with a strong pride and excitement in his tone, he and Dean Huang glanced at each other, and both of them saw the excitement in each other's hearts.

"I need to go back and get out the copy that my eldest uncle left behind, he knows more than I do!"

Xu Lao shook his head lightly again, and the old man and Dean Huang both hinted at support, but it was too late today to let Xu Lao go back.

Uncle Xu, that's Xu Beihong, there is one thing Li Yang actually doesn't know, in the past, Xu Beihong was also invited by this group like him, and almost joined it.

Although he didn't join, he had a good relationship with several people in this group, and knew some secrets that others didn't know.

It's a pity that he didn't tell these secrets to the public, leaving only some legends and rumors that he has learned, which are all secrets that people today can't find clues.

Without a clue, any secret city will become a legend, and what the old man said is this.

Legend has it that before Leonardo da Vinci made the Last Supper mural, he made a similar oil painting, which was the tool he planned for the monastery.

After the oil painting was completed, he regretted it, and he loved the painting very much, and he refused to give it away.

After that, he made a compensatory by painting a large mural, and everyone knows that Leonardo da Vinci rarely painted murals, and that the monastery had nothing to do with him, and that was why he was invited to paint this mural.

Unfortunately, this painting of Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper was lost after his death, and some people searched for it at that time, but they all failed.

But there are many people who know about it, and it has gradually been passed down.

In particular, the alliance organization created by Leonardo da Vinci passed on this matter as a real thing, and every generation of members knew about it.

However, they didn't pay much attention to this matter, and later it was known by Xu Beihong, and it was recorded in their manuscripts, the old man and Dean Huang, they all learned about this matter in the early years of Xu Lao