Xu Yi was walking to the hall, looking at the black crowd at the gate, and the soles of her feet turned in front of a mural.

She crossed her arms around her chest, stroked her chin with one hand, and grasped her cap in the other, staring intently at the painting.

A work of the European Renaissance, the last painting created by the English painter Merset.

In the early 70s, he was auctioned by the British government in France for 10 million US dollars, and successfully returned to his hometown.

Later, it was stolen by thieves at the British Museum, and since then it has appeared in auction houses around the world many times, and the prices have become higher and higher.

Today, it's up to $100 million.

It is said that ten years ago, it was robbed by Soma-Caspian pirates, and the tsunami ship was drowned on the way, and the painting was also lost in the sea.

How did it end up here? …… Fake?

It's unlikely, the prison family has money, power and status, even if he likes this work, he will never put a fake here.

More drops!

Xu Yi got closer and wanted to distinguish the real from the fake, but unfortunately she was not an expert and really couldn't tell the difference.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Just as she was carefully studying the mural, a man's magnetic deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

Xu Yi raised his phoenix eyebrows, knowing that it was the prison Jin Si, he heard a sound of footsteps in his ears and stopped, and then the hall fell silent.

She turned around and saw a group of bodyguards and servants lined up at the door of the hall, all of them lowering their eyes and not daring to look into the hall.

Prison Jin Si was dressed in a black suit, standing tall, standing in the center of the hall with a straight posture, he slightly hooked his thin lips, and only looked at her with a pair of inky black eyes like jade.

Clear and cold eyes, deep and unpredictable, unable to see through emotions.

"It's just a fake." Her face was expressionless, but her tone was disdainful.

The corners of the man's lips rose, and he put one hand in his pocket and walked towards her.

The man is like an emperor, noble and elegant, approaching step by step, with a strong aura.

Xu Yi could feel the momentum from dozens of meters away, she turned around and looked at him without dodging.

"A $100 million fake, Xu Sanshao can't look down on it?" The man stood in front of her, his dark eyes fixed on her, and he saw her eyes flashing and his lips hooked and smiled.

"Is it the real thing?!" She turned around in surprise and looked at the five-meter-wide oil painting on the wall.

Prison Jin Si stepped forward and stood beside her left, looking sideways at her face.

"Do you like it?" Xu Sanshao has always been calm, and she must be very interested in showing surprise to her.

"Who doesn't like the only posthumous work preserved by the master of the century?" Even people who don't understand art will feel beautiful and delicate when they see this painting, and they can't help but appreciate it.

"Uh-huh." The man saw her interest, and he stepped to the side, his arm almost on her shoulder.

Shen Sheng said: "If you like it, I can give it to you, there are many similar paintings in the warehouse, as long as you are interested......"

The man's hot and furious breath blew in her ears, and Xu Yi's shoulders shrank slightly, taking a step back like a reflex.

"I don't need to."

How could a $100 million painting be given to her for no reason? There must have been some premeditation.

Seeing that her face was full of embankment and defense, the man smiled, turned and walked towards the stairs.

The Prison Mansion has five floors, with an elevator, and is right next to the stairs.

"Eh......" Seeing him leaving, Xu Yi quickly chased after him, "Prison Jin Si, I've been here for a week, and my wounds have basically healed, should I talk about my work in the prison clan?" ”

The man was silent and strode to the elevator, which was intelligently sensed and opened the door automatically.