Boil water, make tea, and make black tea. As soon as the tea is in hand, the door opens.

Bobby entered the door, stretched his head and glanced at Liang Xi, who had anger written on his face, took a step back, and knocked on the door. Liang Xi: "No one is here."

"Okay." Bobby came in and closed the door. This time he was not empty-handed, but brought some exquisite pastries. After Bobby sat down, he introduced that the pastries were made by the full-time chef of his mansion who worked hard all morning.

Liang Xi took a corner of the cake and took a bite before concluding: "Liar."

Bobby reluctantly admitted: "I bought it on the road."

Liang Xi was not happy when he found out the truth. Bobbi bought so many pastries on the road, so he must have ulterior motives. Liang Xi said, "Tell me, what's the matter? You wouldn't get up so early if it's okay."

Bobby said: "Junku is lost."

Liang Xi didn't understand.

Bobby: "Biffinci's oil painting, which the auction house sold for 100 million pounds 15 years ago, was lost."

Liang Xi knew. Bi Finch can be said to be the greatest painter in the Renaissance. Junku is a portrait. The protagonist is said to be an unknown novelist. After archaeological research, it is only known that this person's pen name may have the character for shrimp.

But it doesn't matter. The key is the portrait itself, which vividly expresses the handsomeness of a middle-aged man. In comparison, Mona Lisa's smile is nothing more than that.

Liang Xidao: "I remember that 15 years ago, a Saudi prince spent 100 million pounds to buy this painting from an auction house. How does it have anything to do with you?"

Bobby said: "The Museum of London specially held a Biffinci exhibition to commemorate the 500th anniversary of Biffinci's birth. Twelve authentic oil paintings were borrowed from all over the world, and several of Biffinci's lifetime paintings were borrowed from the British Museum and other places.

I organized this art exhibition based on my friend’s works. The insurance company responsible for this art exhibition is a subsidiary of the Clement Group. Junku’s insurance coverage is as high as 200 million.”

Liang Xi asked: "Just lost this one?"

Poppy nodded: "Well, the library closed at seven o'clock last night for about ten minutes. The sixty-five-year-old director passed by Junku. He stared blankly for a long time and then said to the staff around him: Call the police, this is a fake. Last night at ten

At 1 o'clock, after several expert appraisals, it was determined that the Junku on display was a fake. At 6 o'clock in the morning, police technicians reported that it was a fake made using a computer robotic arm. The curator told the police that the reason why he thought it was a fake was because of a

When I look at this painting, I feel cold and lacking in artistic sense.”

Liang Xi asked: "When was it stolen?"

Poppy replied: "I don't know, yesterday was the third day of the exhibition. The insurance company used the security review as an excuse, and the Junku displayed in the first two days was a fake, and it was only replaced with the real one yesterday morning. The insurance company is responsible for the security work.

The London security company hired by the London security company dispatched 80 professional security guards to be responsible for the security of the Bifenci exhibition area, which can be said to have reached a state of man-to-man alert."

Liang Xi curiously asked: "Yesterday morning I replaced it with an authentic product. Who is responsible for appraising this authentic product?"

Poppy replied: "The authentic items are in the temperature-controlled vault in the basement of the museum. Under the watchful eye and company of the curator and guards, the staff will send the authentic items from the vault to the exhibition area to replace the fake ones."

Liang Xi stood up: "Let's go and have a look... call Chris up, he is also a painter."

Bobby pondered and asked: "Liang Xi, do you think Chris is still willing to play with us?"

Liang Xidao: "I am definitely willing, because Chris is an oil painter, and I may need him to provide some professional advice."

When Poppy called, Sera shook her head repeatedly, but Chris Thresh agreed. After hanging up the phone, Chris told Sera that as a painter, he had to go. And the ore group's handsome plan was already underway.
Chapter completed!