stunning female tenant

Chapter 438 Old Gopher

This is also where she participated in the exhibition. The three splash-ink landscape paintings are obviously better than other young painters in terms of painting skills and artistic conception.

Halfway through the lunch, Lan'er and Su Xinyun's mobile phones suddenly rang violently.

After answering the phone, Su Xinyun's face suddenly turned pale, and she almost dropped the phone, barely supporting her head with her slender white fingers, and her whole body was on the verge of falling.

Feeling something was wrong, Xu Xiangbei pinched Su Xinyun's pulse, feeling that her pulse was very weak, and injected a ray of internal force into Su Xinyun's meridians.

It took a while for Su Xinyun's face to recover, and her mind to regain her sobriety.

Just at noon, while everyone was eating, the museum was stolen.

A total of four paintings were lost, one was the picture of nine cats worth tens of millions, and three splash-ink landscape paintings by Su Xinyun.

The theft of her three favorite works was a fatal blow to her. Su Xinyun burst into tears: "I'm so unlucky, why didn't this thief steal other people's paintings, but my landscape paintings instead."

Xu Xiangbei handed her a tissue, rubbed the tiger's mouth acupoint for her, relieved her anxiety, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will definitely help you find those three paintings."

Looking into Xu Xiangbei's eyes, I felt his sincerity, but Su Xinyun still frowned.

"Thank you for your kindness, you are not a policeman, how can you find the stolen painting for me? I want to live in Dihai for a few days, waiting for news from the police. It is too expensive to live in a hotel. Is there a cheaper house to rent here? "

Xu Xiangbei smiled and said: "Live in my villa. My villa has four floors. I only live on the first floor. The other three floors are occupied by beauties. You can choose one to live in and wait for the police to hear."

The person who can steal Su Xinyun's three landscape paintings must be someone who knows how to paint. There are many thieves on the Earth-Sea interface, and there are not many people who can know the value of paintings without leaving any clues.

At night, when the lights came on, Xu Xiangbei came to a small alley in the western suburbs with two bottles of Feitian Moutai worth thousands of dollars.

There was a rotten smell in the small alley, and the people who lived here were old neighbors, and the place had been covered by high walls, and it had been planned as a shantytown renovation area.

Passing through the narrow alley, a dilapidated small wooden door was knocked deep in the alley.

Squeak, the hinge of the small wooden door has been in disrepair for a long time, and it makes a harsh sound at night.

Yang Qianshou narrowed his eyes and stretched his head to look at Xu Xiangbei outside the door: "Young man, are you here to find Jenny? You've found the wrong place, she doesn't live here."

Xu Xiangbei lifted the Feitian Moutai in his hand, winked and smiled and said, "I'm here to find your grandfather."

Seeing the Moutai in Xu Xiangbei's hand, Yang Qianshou immediately smiled: "Good boy, come in and sit down, you are such a good boy."

There was even a musty smell in the room, Xu Xiangbei sat down in front of the small table by the door, and put the Moutai on the table.

"Good boy, why are you looking for grandpa? Did that girl Jenny bully you? Or are you unable to deal with her?"

"It has nothing to do with Jenny, I just want to bring you two bottles of good wine for you to taste."

While talking, Xu Xiangbei unscrewed the Moutai bottle cork, and the smell of wine filled the cabin. Yang Qianshou was actually looking at Xu Xiangbei vigilantly, but smelling the smell of wine, he couldn't help it anymore and swallowed. Drooling, he turned over two wine glasses from the room.

"Come on, let's have two drinks, grandpa and grandson."

Xu Xiangbei smiled and said, "I won't drink, this wine is for you."

Yang Qian drank the mellow Moutai wine, squinted his eyes, and exclaimed: "It's really good wine, young man, you are a good person. I haven't drunk such delicious wine for many years. Take it with a short hand and eat it." People's mouths are soft, young man, you are sure to eat my old man, tell me, do you want something from me?"

Only then did Xu Xiangbei show an evil smile: "I have a friend who participated in an art exhibition in the museum. During the lunch time, the picture of nine cats and her three paintings were all stolen. The surveillance only captured one Masked man, no fingerprints, no footprints, nothing. Grandpa, you are the famous Yang Qianshou, the originator of the Dihai thieves world, there are not many thieves like this in Dihai who are skilled and know how to draw,?"

Yang Qian pulled his sparse goatee with his hands, and smiled triumphantly: "You are clever enough, there are really not many elegant thieves who steal paintings like this, and I can guess three points. But I can't tell you, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes, why don't you marry my granddaughter quickly, you have a big fat boy, then she won't have time to stare at me all day, and I can be happy everywhere."

Xu Xiangbei was overjoyed, and continued to pour wine for Yang Qianshou: "Grandpa, I still have a case of this wine."

The corners of Yang Qianshou's mouth twitched a few times, his eyes lit up, and he drank the wine in his glass.

"You mean, as long as I help you, you will give me a case of wine?"

"Yeah, a case of six bottles. Grandpa, money is a small matter. This kind of 50-year-old wine is only one bottle away. You can't buy it in the market for 100 million yuan."

The corners of Yang Qianshou's mouth twitched, his eyes gleamed with extreme longing, he slapped his thigh suddenly: "Okay, I'll try it for you, I can't guarantee whether you can come."

With a half-drunk state, Yang Qianshou came to a small restaurant in Linjiang, and the river was choppy, bringing a little bit of chill.

Yang Qianshou ordered peanuts, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a plate of braised pork, drinking happily.

Opposite Yang Qianshou was empty, but there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks, filled with a glass of Moutai.

The dishes were ordinary dishes, but the wine made the small restaurant full of fragrance, and the fat chef who served the dishes couldn't help but smell a few more.

Yang Qianshou was the only customer in the entire small restaurant, and the chef and owner fell asleep leaning against the counter.

A small man in black walked into the restaurant, walked silently, like a ghost, sat opposite Yang Qianshou as if no one else was there, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

After drinking, the man in black clicked his tongue: "You old man, you can drink such a good wine, it's too hateful."

The man in black was a dry old man who was thinner than Yang Qianshou. He had wicked eyebrows, a mustache, cloudy eyes, and occasionally shot a ray of light.

His hands looked like skeletons, full of blue veins, but the phalanges of the index finger and middle finger were as weirdly long as Yang Qianshou.

Fortunately, it was under the fluorescent lights of the tavern. If anyone met this old boy in the wilderness at night, everyone would take him for a ghost.

Seeing the thin old man drinking, Yang Qianshou showed a smirk: "Old gopher, you are finally here, two bottles, I still have two bottles of this 50-year-old kiln-aged wine, which is unique on the market, even if you go to Moutai The factory can't steal it."

(End of this chapter)