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Chapter 510 Why Do I Feel This Painting Is Like an Egg?
After listening to Han Chen's explanation, Fu Guang thought for a second, his brothers are all from the mainland, haha, it's good to let them go and experience it.

Although Fu Guang had never heard of this Ruan Wen beauty painter, but since he dared to hold an art exhibition, he must have two brushes, and it should be no problem to fool his brothers.

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After Zheng Qiang and Fang Jiexia met, they drove to Fang Yihua's house. After they got off the car, they saw Fang Yihua going out with Consolidation.

Fang Jiexia couldn't help asking: "Auntie, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Xiao Gu has been very tired from school these days. A friend just gave me some tickets to the art exhibition. I thought about taking Xiao Gu to see it." Fang Yihua said with a smile: "It just so happens that you are here too, let's If we go together, I won’t have to drive.”

So Fang Yihua and Jian Jian got into Fang Jiexia's car, and a group of four walked towards the art exhibition.

On the way, Consolidate asked: "Auntie, do you have any news about my father?"

Although it was Fang Yihua who asked the question, his eyes drifted to Zheng Qiang, as expected of a clever boy.

Fang Yihua rubbed Consolidated's head affectionately and said: "Xiao Gu, don't worry, as long as there is news about your father, your uncle Aqiang will definitely tell you."

Zheng Qiang laughed a few times when he heard the words, and then corrected him: "Auntie, the seniority is poor, it's Brother Aqiang!"

Having been punctured by Zheng Qiang, Fang Yihua gave Zheng Qiang a hard look, as if to say, you boy, wait with me and see how I deal with you!
Zheng Qiang was startled by this look, so he hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Auntie, there is news, there is already news about Xiao Fu."

"What? Where is he?" Fang Yihua couldn't wait to ask, of course, there was also Consolidation's eyes that contained ardent expectations.

"Um...he has already arrived in Hong Kong, and he has also connected with my informant. I can guarantee that he is safe." Zheng Qiang said after a moment of pondering.

Seeing that Jian Jian still wanted to ask again, Fang Yihua said in advance: "That's fine, I can rest assured with your words."

"However, Ah Qiang, you must keep an eye on Xiao Fu. If he has anything to tell me as soon as possible."

Hearing what Fang Yihua said, Zheng Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that Fang Yihua understood what he meant. After all, too many people should not know about dark lines. One more person who knows is more dangerous.

Zheng Qiang said with a sigh of relief: "This is what it should be, aunt, don't worry."

After another ten minutes, the four of them arrived at the art gallery, which is also the exhibition center.

After Fang Jiexia parked the car, the four of them walked inside.

However, after entering, Zheng Qiang was stunned when he saw the word "Ruan Wen" on the banner and the portrait of Ruan Wen next to it.

Fang Jiexia glanced at Ruan Wen's photo, and said with a smile: "What? Our legendary policeman can't walk when he sees beautiful women?"

The words were full of ridicule, Zheng Qiang shook his head, and then said solemnly: "I feel that there is something wrong with this person!"

Fang Jiexia saw Zheng Qiang's serious expression, so she asked in surprise: "A painter, and an internationally renowned beauty painter, what's the problem? He can't be a criminal, right?"

Who knew that Zheng Qiang touched his chin and said: "It is very possible that she is a criminal, or the kind of criminal who is good at hiding herself. Who can say clearly?"

"All in all, I trust my instincts!"

At this time, Fang Jiexia saw that Fang Yat-hua had already taken Consolidation to the side to look at the oil painting, so she whispered again: "Ah Qiang, intuition can't solve the case, you need evidence."

"I know that. Let's take a good look around in a while, and we will definitely find the problem with this art exhibition." Zheng Qiang said firmly.

Although Fang Jiexia didn't know where her self-confidence came from, she still nodded her head in agreement. After all, she was very convinced of Zheng Qiang's ability to solve the case. In fact, not only her, but few people in the Hong Kong police force refused to accept Zheng Qiang. .

Then the two started to stroll around. To be honest, Zheng Qiang couldn't understand something that was a bit tall like oil painting.

No matter what it is painted, it is a piece of shit in Zheng Qiang's eyes, especially the abstract painting. Zheng Qiang feels that the things he draws with his feet are better than the ones displayed on the wall.

But what they draw is called a work of art. I haven't seen a large group of people standing there and commenting, and what they say is logical.

It's amazing to be able to read the author's mental journey from an abstract oil painting.

Zheng Qiang feels that this should be more difficult than reading comprehension.

No wonder Zheng Qiang and Fang Jiexia stood in front of a painting that looked like an egg. Zheng Qiang saw that there was no one around, so he said in a low voice, "Why do I feel that this painting looks like an egg? Could it be that this Ruan Wen also learned a lot?" Finch painting eggs? Are you crazy to be famous?"

Fang Jiexia let out a "puchi" laugh, and was about to speak, when a steady voice came from behind and said: "This little brother is not biased, Ms. Ruan Wen is a well-known painter in the world, and her paintings are both Eastern and Western. The specialty of culture, and the 'egg' in your mouth is just one of its masterpieces."

"Of course, it's not your fault that you see it as an egg. After all, abstract oil paintings rely on lines, blocks, surfaces, and colors to make unimaginable abstract combinations, which cannot be understood by people with little knowledge!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Jiexia smiled brighter. Zheng Qiang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The reason why he spoke in a low voice was because he was afraid of being ridiculed, but he was really afraid of something.

Zheng Qiang turned his head displeased and said, "Didn't ask for advice?"

"Jian Aowei, known as Jian Dazhuang!" The visitor, wearing a pair of black glasses, stretched out his hand to Zheng Qiang and said with a smile: "Zheng sir, I have admired your name for a long time!"

Zheng Qiang's face was very embarrassed, but he still reached out his hand and shook Jian Dazhuang's hand, and then said slightly mockingly: "It seems that Mr. Jian, a barrister, is very good at appreciating oil paintings!"

"No, appreciating oil paintings is just an appetizer. Cameras and photography are my favorite." Jian Dazhuang seemed not to understand Zheng Qiang's ridicule of his lack of business, but corrected him solemnly.

Zheng Qiang's face changed, and then he laughed twice and said: "Mr. Jian, there are many people in Japan who like cameras and photography, and they have organized a world-famous translation knife club. I think you can join if you have the opportunity Go in and have some in-depth exchanges and discussions with the other party.”

"I have a feeling you're going to benefit a lot."

Jian Dazhuang has not withstood the bombing of the future, how could he understand the hidden meaning in Zheng Qiang's words, he thought Zheng Qiang had good intentions, so he nodded and said: "Translation Knife Club, yes, I remember, there is I'll join if I get the chance."

Later, when Jian Dazhuang found out what the Translation Knife Club was by chance, he wanted to strangle Zheng Qiang to death!

(End of this chapter)