Chapter Seventy-Nine: The President Arrives

The "Picasso Art Gallery" was built by the government and was erected in Vegas, probably to show the world that this is not just a gambler's paradise.

Thanks to today's unpleasant nature, there will be a good excuse for the deserted art exhibition to have a sparse number of guests. When Shen Ming Xiaoyi accompanied Heilong to the exhibition, there were only about 30 people in the huge exhibition hall visiting, and half of them were still staff members of the organizer.

The galleries display paintings from various countries, but they are not so well-known, ranging from hundreds of thousands of dollars to millions of dollars in terms of price.

But in Xiao Yi's opinion, oil painting is either incomprehensible, and those who can understand it can't understand why it's worth so much money? Pushing the black dragon all the way forward, the black dragon in a dress was full of joy when he saw it. The black dragon, who is accustomed to seeing flesh and blood flying and ugly in the world, should probably only show the appearance of a young girl when facing these ink scrolls.

When he was in college, Heilong took the oil painting department, and the head of the department once lamented that Heilong was a natural artist, but in the end he got a degree as a philistine businessman.

"This is it." The black dragon motioned for Xiao Yi to stop in front of a huge painting 2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide, which depicts a sunny field path, with a mother holding a picnic basket in one hand and leading a little girl in the other.

It only depicts the backs of the mother and daughter, but the painting perfectly brings the happiness and joy between the mother and daughter to the picture.

"1. Do you know what is the most important thing about oil painting?" The black dragon looked at the painting squarely, and was reluctant to look away for a long time.

"I don't know art, but it should be paint, right?" Shen Ming said softly.

"Half of the answer is correct, every painter has his own usual techniques, realism, abstraction, this school and that school can not be compared at all, only the pigment used by everyone is common, a good painter can integrate feelings into the paint of the canvas, happiness, pain, sadness, despair, all can be felt from the paint.

Just like the painting in front of you, the composition is simple and the content is shallow, but it can make people feel the happiness of the painter deeply when they look at it. I guess the mother and daughter in the painting are his family, and the long-lost reunion makes the painter extremely happy, so that the paint is smiling.

"This painting is called "Picnic", and the painter is called Shijiu? What a strange name? Xiao Yi looked at the introduction next to the painting, because there are very few introductions in the painter's column, and there is only one surviving painting of Shijiu, which was launched by a mysterious seller in the New York auction house 10 years ago, and it hit the animation world for a while, and the transaction price at that time was 3 million US dollars, which is a sky-high work by an unknown painter.

After 10 years of brewing, no other works of Shijiu have been seen on the market, and the price of the guide has soared, and now it is worth about 20 million US dollars, and the collector has no intention of transferring it, but only lending various art exhibitions.

"The painter should be Chinese." Shen Xi saw that in the right corner of the painting, the word "Shijiu" written in Chinese traditional Chinese was signed, which should be the artist's signature.

"I really don't understand, the drawing is so good, why don't you continue to publish it?" Xiao Yi wondered.

"Inspiration is like life, sometimes it's fleeting, let's go." The black dragon stayed for too long, and motioned for Xiao Yi to push the cart to continue admiring.

But Shen Ming could see that the black dragon's favorite was still the "Picnic", and when he looked at other paintings, he never showed such a happy expression.

After walking around for about 1 hour, Heilong and Xiao Yi came to the bathroom. Although there was no one inside, Shen Ming could only wait outside the door.

It was also at this time that a black woman in a coat walked over and smiled at Shen Ming at the door, and the large figure unique to African women was completely uninterested in Shen Ming.

The woman walked directly into the side of the black dragon's compartment, and Xiao Yi stood in front of the washstand waiting for the black dragon to finish.

It was all so natural until the woman pulled a USP pistol out of her handbag and installed a muffler.

She expertly pressed the muzzle of the gun against the thin wooden plank of the compartment and gently opened the bolt safety.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door panel in front of the killer was pierced by a punch, and the palm grabbed her neck, and the woman pulled the end through the wooden door, and the killer pulled the trigger twice in a panic, and the bullet almost pierced through the black dragon's head.

Shen Ming threw the killer on the sink, and the huge mirror was smashed into a spider web.

"How do you know she's a killer?" Xiao Yi took out the G18 pistol and stepped forward, kicking the killer's gun away.

"It's the color and smell of the skin, how can this black man who still wears Adidas's cheap sports perfume understand such an elegant art of oil painting?" Shen Ming squatted beside the killer and searched up.

"Hey, you're racist......" Xiao Yi frowned.

"Discrimination is discrimination, you sue me." As Shen Ming spoke, a bulging object rolled out of the killer's pocket, and it turned out to be a grenade.

"Little ......" Before Shen Ming's heart could be spoken, there was a loud bang, and the grenade exploded to release a dazzling white light and a deafening sound, which was a sound and light tactical grenade used by special forces, and even the trained Shen Ming lost his sight and hearing for a while.

Xiao Yi, who couldn't see, pulled the trigger a few times by instinct, but the bullet hit the ground where the killer was lying, the guy didn't faint at all, and the moment he threw the grenade, he rolled to the side.

The grenade's effect lasts for 30 seconds, which is enough for her to kill everyone present.

The black woman stood up, took off the windbreaker on her body, revealed a strong muscle that was not inferior to a man, and pounced on Shen Ming with a finger tiger.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The combined three punches hit Shen Ming's side arm, lower abdomen and waist, Shen Ming couldn't see or hear the killer's movement at all, and could only passively raise his hands to protect his head.

The black woman, named Black Panther, is a freelance killer who is employed by the Black Mamba. His fist strength is comparable to that of a boxing king, and with the metal finger tiger, he can even make a hole in concrete, but when it hits Shen Ming's body, this bodyguard only shook his body twice, and a trace of blood oozed from between his teeth, as if he was nothing.

"The physique is good, I really want to make a few more moves when I have time, but unfortunately I don't have time." The panther smirked and flicked his fingers, and a sharp blade popped out from between his fingers.

The swinging straight fist aimed at Shen Ming's throat, and Shen Ming, who was closing his eyes, suddenly flashed sideways, as if he saw it, and suddenly approached the black panther's body, turned around and fell into the air, picking up the black panther weighing 180 pounds, just like throwing a cloth bag.

"Don't wear such a heavy perfume next time, it's a pity that there won't be a next time." Shen Ming slammed the panther to the ground, his head hit the ground, the floor tiles were shattered, and the woman foaming at the mouth was completely unconscious.

After 20 seconds passed, Shen Ming's sight and hearing were restored, and then there was a knock on the wooden door of the black dragon's partition.

"Wear pantyhose and wait for me." The black dragon looked leisurely as if Shen Ming had never happened.

"You're hurt!" Xiao Yi saw the blood stains on the corner of Shen Ming's mouth.

"A few punches, it's fine." Shen Ming waved his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Attacked for two days in a row, the black dragon's life can be described as difficult, but she still doesn't think so, she must have adapted to this bloody life a long time ago.

Leaving the gallery, the trio quickly drove back to the headquarters. The moment the car stopped, Shen Ming felt that something was wrong, and there was a strange look in the eyes of those little brothers, as if there was something in his throat that he couldn't say.

"Sister, he's here." Scar, who was the black dragon's bodyguard before Shen Ming, carried the black dragon out of the car and said with an embarrassed face.

"I thought the old guy would come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." The black dragon sighed, and the old guy in his mouth was none other than Sun Qian, the president of the Bamboo Curtain Society.

This old man, who is over 60 years old, has been in charge of the Bamboo Curtain Club for 30 years, unifying the gangsters of Wandao Island, and has the courage to expand his business around the world, which can be described as the most discerning leader of the Bamboo Curtain Club. Hei Long can become the head of the American district at a young age as a female streamer, and he can see how good Sun Gan's vision is.

"Where's the old guy?" The black dragon asked softly.

"In your room."

"Have you changed your shoes?"

"There shouldn't be ......," Scar laughed awkwardly.

"Tell Auntie, come and clean up for me later...... Forget it, I guess it's not needed. The black dragon walked towards the elevator with resentment.

Just took Shen Ming and Xiao Yi to meet the president, and Xiao Yi and Shen Ming's armaments were relieved by the newcomer guards guarding the elevator entrance.

During the ascent, Shen Ming slapped Xiao Yi's hand and whispered in his ear, "Stay behind the black dragon for a while, and withdraw immediately if something goes wrong." ”

"Is it dangerous?" Xiao Yi said a little nervously.

"We're already in danger." The black dragon answered Xiao Yi's question.

The elevator door opened with a clang, and it was still the familiar big room, but there were a lot of strangers, except for an old man who was busy in the kitchen in a flower apron, and there were 20 hooligans standing around the room, wearing floral shirts and gold necklaces. Look at the tattoos exposed under their sleeves, they are not good people at first glance.

"Is the Black Dragon back? Wait, we will be ready to eat soon. The old man in the kitchen said kindly like a father.

"Why don't you notify me in advance when the president comes, I can go to the airport to greet me personally." The black dragon called him an old guy behind his back, and he still spoke respectful to his face.

"Don't come to these hypocritical politeness between us, just like when you first met me, don't talk about love, just talk about transactions, give you a position as the head of the hall, and you give me a miracle. Black Dragon, what you have done over the years is not only a miracle, it is simply a miracle. The old man who was cutting the fruit looked up at the black dragon, he was still very handsome at the age of 68, but his temples also added a lot of gray hair.

"The president has won the award." The black dragon came all the way to the sofa in the living room and stopped, and the rogues in the flower shirts around him consciously moved closer. Shen Ming crossed his hands in front of him to block his crotch, but his fingers had quietly unfastened the belt buckle.

"It's not a prize at all, the Bamboo Curtain Club in the United States with you, the annual performance is growing at a rate of 40%, and the conflict rate is declining at a rate of 50%, sometimes I even have the illusion that I am a righteous businessman." The president came over with two meals, a fruit salad and an egg and tomato noodles for himself.

"There is no so-called righteous businessman in this world, I will grow, let's get down to business." The black dragon didn't want to go around in circles. I734