The next day, Leonard and Xiao Yifei arrived at Pierre's house with the paintings.

"Why are you again, didn't I say I wouldn't sell it?"

Leonard smiled and said:

"Monsieur Pierre, shall we go in and talk?"

"What else to talk about? I don't have much to talk to you about. ”

"Monsieur Pierre, have you forgotten what you said last time?"

Taking advantage of Pierre's stunned moment, Leonard pushed Pierre a little and entered the house.

"Why are you such a scoundrel? What did I say last time? ”

"Monsieur Pierre, shall we go to the study to discuss this?"

"Why go to the study, you should go out."

Leonard leaned into Pierre's ear and whispered, and Pierre, with a surprised face, led the two to the study.

As soon as he entered the door, Pierre couldn't wait to ask:

"Are you telling the truth? Do you really know the whereabouts of The Quarryman? ”

"I want to ask you, how the hell do you know that this painting was not really destroyed in the war?"

"Well, do you know its whereabouts?"

"I'm asking you how you know that this painting wasn't destroyed in the war."

"You don't care how I know, I just know. Do you have one? ”

Xiao Yifei pulled Leonard and stopped the two from continuing to say tongue twisters.

"Well, we know his whereabouts."

Old man Pierre was indeed like a child, and when he received a satisfactory answer, he took the initiative to say:

"I've always loved collecting, and by chance, I received an oil painting from someone in Switzerland, which was confiscated by Germany in World War II and claimed to have been destroyed by the war. I asked the seller carefully, and he said that it was sold by an old German man, who had many of these paintings. ”

"Then why are you sure that The Quarryman is also in it?"

The old man said proudly:

"I'm not sure, but I'm sure now."

He was proud, but Xiao Yifei was even more proud. Pierre thought that Xiao Yifei had found the mysterious old German man, so he told all his news. Xiao Yifei discovered that someone was secretly buying World War II oil paintings, and also found a reasonable source for the other nine oil paintings in his space. It's just that in this way, the props that Xiao Yifei got from the robbery gun shop that he worked so hard to prepare last night are useless.

"Indeed, we bought The Quarryman from the German, what do you want now?"

"Of course it's for you, I'll give you two beast heads, and you give me an oil painting."

Xiao Yifei knew that this old man could speak English, so he said directly in English:

"No, no, Pierre, that's not going to work."

"Why? Have you repented? Don't you want the beast's head? ”

"You know that the two are worth the same thing?"

"The two beast heads are 28 million, and the quarryman is definitely not worth 28 million, and you definitely didn't spend so much money to buy it, so I still suffered a loss."

"The head of the beast is a hot potato now, and you can't sell it at all now, and you can't find another buyer."

"Don't forget, your paintings aren't easy to get rid of."

"I can keep the oil painting for myself to enjoy, and the beast head is just a bunch of trouble in your hands."

Pierre was angry again:

"Don't forget, now I know you have this painting in your hands."

"Thank you for the reminder, but don't forget, it's just a mouth, you don't see the real thing. So even if you say it, how many people will believe it? And the head of the beast, everyone knows that it is with you. ”

Annoyed and angry, Pierre said loudly:

"Who am I, I'm Pierre, and what I say must be believed by someone."

Xiao Yifei's tone suddenly became very gentle:

"Well, don't be angry, it's not good to be angry. You sit down first. ”

Pierre thought he had won and sat down triumphantly.

Xiao Yifei continued to say gently:

"Otherwise, I'll do a magic trick for you to lighten the mood."

Leonard looked at Xiao Yifei inexplicably, not knowing what kind of moth he was going to make. And Pierre thought that Xiao Yifei had softened, and waved his hand proudly to signal Xiao Yifei to start.

Xiao Yifei rolled up the sleeves of his shirt slowly, and like a magician, he turned his palms over and over with his bare arms for the two of them to look at again and again.

"Look, I don't have anything in my hands, do I? It's empty. All I have to do is wave it. ”

Xiao Yifei waved his hand and instantly took out the pistol placed in the square in the space, which was one of the pistols he stole last night.

"Look, I'm a gun."

After saying that, he shot through the window at the lawn outside. The pistol, which was equipped with a silencer, did not make much noise, and the bullet penetrated the glass and entered the lawn outside.

Leonard was so frightened that he wanted to run away, and Pierre was also frightened to his feet:

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Yifei then waved his hand again and put the pistol into the space.

"You see, if I wave my hand again, the gun is gone."

With another wave of his hand, a Remington 870 shotgun appeared in his hand.

"With a wave of his hand, it turned into a spear, and with another wave of his hand, it disappeared again."

After playing this trick, Xiao Yifei sat down slowly, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip slowly. He just looked at Pierre with a smile and didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

Leonard waited a moment before sitting back on the couch, only he was halfway up his buttocks, ready to run away. Pierre stood for a long time, no one paid attention to him, and could only sit down in a gloomy manner.

"Okay, now we can sit down and talk about the price."

"What do you want, you want to intimidate me? Are you trying to blackmail me? ”

"I just want to do business."

The old man raised his voice again:

"What business do you just want to do, you want to rob, right?"

"Speaking of robbery, it seems that what you have in your hand is the robbery."

Pierre retorted:

"Your paintings weren't looted?"

Xiao Yifei really didn't want to have anything to do with this old man:

"Well, it's useless to argue about this, the oil painting in my hand, Leonard and their Nagao have been appraised by two appraisers, and they can't see any fakes anyway, because for well-known reasons, they can't issue an appraisal certificate. But the estimate for the oil painting is 15 million euros. ”

"The two beast heads were auctioned for 28 million, do you still want to give me 13 million?"

"No, no, we all know that the auction price was messed up, and they weren't worth it at all. Besides, the 15 million euros I mentioned is only an estimate, and it will definitely not be worth the price if it goes to auction. ”

"It's like yours can be on the pitch."

Leonard finally came to his senses, and saw that Xiao Yifei was blocked by Pierre's sentence, and immediately shared the firepower for him:

"Monsieur Pierre, Mr. Shaw really wanted to get the head of the beast, you said that you would only sell it if you had 'The Quarryman', and he finally found this painting, so the resources and financial resources he invested were not a small amount, and this money did not enter the valuation, so it is unfair to rely on the appraisal alone."

"And how do you want to change it?"

"yes, you just need to add 3 million euros."

Pierre stood up again excitedly

"It's impossible, it's too expensive, and although I love The Quarryman, it's too expensive to be possible."

Leonard finally said what they had agreed upon:

"Well, we'll add a painting by Edvard Munch, estimated at about a million euros. You can add one with an approximate price of 3.5 million euros. ”

Pierre still refused, and finally Leonard repeatedly persuaded him, laid out the facts, reasoned, and explained that the beast head in the hands of foreigners is definitely a ** annoyance, and similar cultural relics in the future will definitely be such a result, and said that if he is willing to take back the beast head, then Christie's is absolutely willing to pay him a considerable amount of compensation, and finally Leonard successfully persuaded Pierre to exchange two animal heads and an early painting by Cézanne for "The Quarryman" and a work by Edward Monte.

"Now I can see the paintings."

"You should also know how big the painting is and how we can possibly carry it with us."

"Quarryman" is a huge oil painting with a width of 2.5 meters and a height of 1.6 meters, such a large area of oil paintings, generally in museums, in private hands are also treasured by generations of family treasures, rarely will be auctioned.

"Can I bring an appraiser?"

Xiao Yifei said with a smile:

"Then you'd better bring your most trusted, tight-mouthed appraiser. Is there one? ”

Pierre and Leonard came to their senses in an instant, and they glanced at the round hole in the glass.

"I have such an appraiser."

"Okay, let's go see your Cézanne now, then go to Christie's, get the beast's head, and then look at the oil painting together."

Pierre was clearly hesitant to carry so many paintings.

"Do I have to go through so much trouble if I want your stuff?"

Xiao Yifei's words made these two sober up, indeed, with the unpredictable means he just had, there was no need to spend so much time on oil painting.

So the three of them brought Cézanne's work to Christie's, and after paying a sum of money, Christie's issued a certificate of authenticity for this Cézanne's work. While waiting for the identification, Pierre and Hook negotiated, and Christie's used 4 million euros in compensation to settle with Pierre, allowing Pierre to recover the two animal heads.

Met Pierre's appraiser, four people and two cars, just as Xiao Yifei was about to discuss something with Leonard.

"I'm worried about you, I'm mainly going to threaten Pierre, or his foul mouth will probably leak out."

"Xiao, can you tell me how you did it?"

Xiao Yifei smiled and didn't answer the conversation. His performance was not only to deter Pierre, but also to deter Leonard. However, you can't just deter, but also give him some sweetness, and a combination of grace and power is a good means.

"You heard Pierre say that there was a German who was also selling that kind of painting."

"Isn't the guy he's talking about the guy who sold you the paintings?"

This person apparently also thought that Xiao Yifei had purchased the painting from that man.

"Absolutely not. You helped me to inquire about this person slowly, and found and notified me. ”

Leonard nodded, and Xiao Yifei instructed again:

"Remember, ask privately, this is not my cooperation with Nagao, but with you personally."

Leonard instantly figured out the difference between the two, and nodded again with a smile on his face.