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"This !!" The appraiser looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.

Count Ma Su also looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief, his lips trembled for a long time, and he couldn't say anything.

"How did 'The Scream' end up here?" The appraiser caressed this rare treasure in disbelief.

"The Scream was stolen in 2004, why didn't it show up here?" Zhang Yang laughed.

"But in 2006, "The Scream" was chased back." The appraiser retorted: "The Munch Museum is still on display. You can see it with tickets of a few dozen yuan. ”

"Are you really sure about the 'Scream' recovered by the Norwegian police?" Zhang Yang smiled very mysteriously: "Do you believe in the glass cabinet two meters away, or do you believe in what you see with your eyes?" ”

The "......" appraiser was choked and speechless. Indeed, the real and the fake can be seen at a glance, so why bother fighting here?

……

"Hell, sure enough, all the cops in the world are dry."

"Is it genuine?" Count Marsso held the silver cross in his hand, and his tone trembled a little.

"Absolutely, I swear to God." The appraiser nodded, and raised his hand.

Two hours later, the two new appraisers burst out at the same time, and Count Marsso took out a silk scarf and wiped the sweat from his palms. A deep sigh.

"Now let's talk about the price." Count Marsso nodded.

"You are a world-renowned collector, and you should be well aware of the value of these two paintings, you bid." Zhang Yang laughed.

"100 million." Count Marsso pondered for a long time and gave himself the first price.

"The Scream?" Zhang Yang smiled when he heard this: "This price is quite appropriate." ”

"These two paintings can't be taken out openly, so the price naturally can't be according to the price of the auction house, 100 million, which is very reasonable." Count Marsso was calm.

"Then you don't have to spend 100 million, 2,000 dollars for a museum season ticket, 100 million dollars is enough for you to see 125 centuries later." Zhang Yang laughed: "I'll take a step back, 100 million, "Scream", and give you a pair of graffiti from my kindergarten days." ”

"......" Count Marsso was choked by Zhang Yang, and he didn't know what to say.

……

The price was indeed negotiated, and an hour later, Zhang Yang smiled and received a check for 150 million from Count Marsu.

The two paintings are 150 million, which is already a fraction of the auction price. Secretly trading at auction prices, this will be used as a laughing stock to laugh off the big teeth of the whole world.

Count Marsso also vomited blood with hatred for this price, but he could only accept it stubbornly.

"You have to remember your promises." Count Ma Su looked at Zhang Yang, and his eyes shone brightly.

"With good things, I'll definitely think of you." Zhang Yang laughed: "I have no enmity with Franklin. ”

"You'll have to cut the price down a little bit next time." Count Marsso was indignant.

"It's hard to buy money if you like it." Zhang Yang laughed, "You bought the future with money." ”

"It's obviously an advance payment, and it sounds so good."

……

When he came to the Swiss bank, Zhang Yang transferred this huge amount to his account, and then paid off the bank security fee.

"Forget the centurion card, it's useless for me to take it." Zhang Yang shook his head and rejected the Swiss bank's offer.

……

"The information of the Bugatti Veyron he drove has been checked, there is no registration record of this car in France, and there is no valuable information from the customs, and the license plate is also forged, so to speak, this is a ghost car that appeared in France out of thin air."

The return of his subordinates made Count Marsso feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Looking at the two world-famous paintings placed in the hall, Count Marssell held his forehead.

……

Parents are no longer at the age of climbing ladders without scruples, they have just donated a priceless treasure to serve the motherland, and earned 100 million in the hands of bankers, and Zhang Yang, who has completed the small goal, is now wearing a triangular hat folded into newspapers, holding a broom, sitting on a ladder and sweeping the house hard.

"The cobwebs in the corners can't be spared." The hat on the father and son's head is the same as the "People's Daily", but the division of labor is very different.

"I see, you hold on to the ladder, I'll lean out." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Yangyang, none of the sisters you know in Korea are willing to come back with you for the New Year?" In the yard, my mother asked while sweeping the yellow fallen leaves on the ground.

"Koreans also celebrate the Spring Festival." Zhang Yang explained loudly: "People even post Spring Festival couplets, but it's really frustrating to look at it in black and white." ”

"By the way, Yangyang, you have time to go to Teacher Ma's house to ask for a pair of Spring Festival couplets." Mom shouted outside.

"Mom, the characters that others get from Ma Lao are framed with the highest specifications, and you actually plan to use them to make Spring Festival couplets." Zhang Yang said helplessly.

"You hurry up, ink whatever." Mom said.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yang sighed: "I'll go after sweeping the room." ”

"Don't forget to buy some fruit." My mother instructed, "Teacher Ma likes to eat dragon fruit. Buy more. ”

"yes, I see." Zhang Yang replied.

"Yangyang, after the New Year, why don't you take advantage of the time you are still in Beijing to go on a blind date." In the room, Dad looked up and said to Zhang Yang, who was sweeping the room with a straight face.

"What kind of blind date?" Zhang Yang shook his head: "In fact, I already have a girlfriend in South Korea, and I will confess to her in the next year." Don't ask me for blind dates anymore. ”

"Really?" Dad had a suspicious look on his face.

"Really." Zhang Yang nodded, "If I lie to you, I am your son." ”

“……”

……

I bought a fruit basket at the market, and walked to a small courtyard in the alley next to it. At the door, two men in black super suits with walkie-talkies were looking around at passers-by from time to time.

When Zhang Yang saw this, he couldn't help but pout, can your military posture be more standard? Are you afraid that others will not know that you are retired officers?

"Hello, my name is Zhang Yang, and I'm here to visit Mr. Ma." Zhang Yang carried the fruit basket and gifts, and said to the guard at the door with a smile.

"Wait a minute." The guard nodded, and pressed the walkie-talkie switch at the Adam's apple.

A short time later, a middle-aged woman with an apron tied around her waist walked out.

"Teacher Ma, please."

The fruit basket was handed to the nanny, Zhang Yang walked into the courtyard, and a rich and dignified woman came out of the room, with a bright smile on her face, and came out to greet her very warmly.

"Yangyang, you haven't been here for a while."

"Aunt Xi, I also just came back from abroad." Zhang Yang laughed.