To be eaten by green tea

As a result, the boss waited for a long time and did not come.

The people in the room seemed to have packed up, and they came out carrying a long woven bag. Ji Yusheng knew what was in it, and turned his head away in disgust.

Hua Arm stopped those people, and used a language Ji Yusheng had never heard before, as if asking something.

Those few people just answered casually, their laziness didn't look like they were carrying a corpse in their hands.

Hua Bi immediately showed a very irritable expression, but then looked down and saw the woven bag, so he could only grit his teeth and watch the group of people walk away.

Ji Yusheng was sitting at the door. Based on the scene just now, he had already thought of many possibilities through his rich imagination. He was a little hesitant, and more of a test: "Boss, are you still coming?"

Hua Bi glared at him, and Ji Yusheng obediently shut up.

"That person," Hua Arm pointed to the bald head, "said he would kill you, so that we could return to the boss earlier and return to China. Oh, it's not that simple."

He lit a cigarette, took a puff himself, and turned his head to see Ji Yusheng looking over.

"You should thank me, or you would be the one who was carried out just now." Hua Bi thought that Ji Yusheng was frightened, and sneered.

Ji Yusheng silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, without showing his craving for cigarettes, and cooperated: "Thank you very much."

Hua Bi took another two puffs of cigarettes, her expression became much more serious, "Is what you just said true?"

Ji Yusheng shook his handcuffed hands, "I'm already like this, can I still lie to you?"

After a while, Hua Bi took out something from his pocket, and Ji Yusheng recognized that it was his mobile phone. ***

In a small town near the national border, the only cafe in the city was forcibly closed today.

Ye Ming was alone, and behind Qiao stood several tall bodyguards with bulging hips, and he didn't know how many guns were attached.

A drop of cold sweat ran across Ye Ming's forehead, he turned his head and looked at the man sitting in the middle of the room.

In fact, everyone was looking at him, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and quickly daubing color on the canvas in front of him, while the color assistant beside him was not so mentally qualified, she trembled, and accidentally put Paint was squeezed onto the canvas.

The little girl was about to cry at that time, and Ye Ming's heart skipped a beat, but she saw Qiao playing with the cup in front of her, as if she didn't notice the situation.

"Teacher Tang..." The little girl was already secretly wiping tears.

Tang Jingze looked at the black paint that was half the size of a palm, quickly picked up the paintbrush calmly, and squeezed all the paint that the assistant had just squeezed onto it.

The assistant exclaimed in a low voice: "Teacher!"

Joe noticed the situation here, and several bodyguards came over.

Tang Jingze still had no expression on his face. He picked up a large brush and spread out the black. It was still not enough, so he directly painted it with his hands, and added a mixture of brownish paint to paint the entire painting. The bottom of the is rendered.

After a while, a piece of dark purple soil appeared under the starry sky, with snow-white dots, as if the stars had fallen.

The assistant next to him was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. Suddenly, there was a snap, and the paintbrush was inserted into the bucket. Tang Jingze took a breath, and then turned his gaze away from the painting. Only then did she notice that he was already full. Sweating profusely.

"Go and wash the pen." Tang Jingze smiled at her.

"That's right, Mr. Tang's paintings are really good, and they are truly passed down by Mr. Zhong." Qiao looked at them with great interest, and was about to step forward to get closer when Tang Jing chose to grab his shoulders, "Boss Qiao, please Don't get too close, the paint is still wet."

Qiao is still in awe of works of art. He looked at Tang Jingze's embarrassed look after finishing the painting, and smiled: "Mr. Tang, let's take a rest first. Next, Ye The few paintings brought by Mr. Tang may need to be copied by Mr. Tang again."

Ye Ming originally wanted to be a transparent person, but when he was mentioned all of a sudden, the cup in his hand almost fell to the ground in panic: "No, there is no need to be in such a hurry." "Joe, I have already helped you with all the paintings in China." You have found it, and the capital chain has been cleaned up. If you return to China now, you can clean up your contacts so that you won't be targeted by the international police." Ye Ming said.

Qiao glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Ye, why are you completely different from your nephew? I thought, relying on the power of the Ye family, you don't need to be afraid of anything."

Ye Ming spread his hands helplessly: "Haven't you heard that I was kicked out by the old man? Now Ye Zhou is the heir, he must be more courageous, and what do you think the Ye family is, this is neither Xiangjiang nor the United States. "

The subordinates came over and said something to Qiao, Qiao turned to look at Ye Ming: "One painting is missing."

Ye Ming was surprised: "How could it be, there are ten pictures in total, and there are no less."

Several bodyguards came up carrying a painting. Ye Ming looked at the page of the painting, and then saw the inscription of Zhong Baishi below. Resting" Tang Jingze, the latter's face seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

He withdrew his hand, "This painting is Zhong Baishi's early work. The painting style is relatively clear and beautiful. The painting technique reveals a kind of youthfulness and wildness of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. Is there any problem?"

Joe looked at him with deep blue eyes: "It's true that I'm not very proficient in painting appreciation, but I know this painting is fake. Do you want to know how I know?"

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the painting, then grabbed down and tore the painting from the inside.

The drawing paper was torn to pieces, exposing the white wooden frame, "Empty!" Joe growled, and grabbed Ye Ming who hadn't reacted, "Do you know what it means to be empty? "

Ye Ming followed him to look over, and saw that they were taking the painting that Tang Jingzao had just painted off the easel, and took out a pure white frame, and between the frame and the painting paper, they were stuffing a kind of thing.

Ye Ming turned around abruptly, and he uncovered the painting closest to him, and saw a small bag of white powder inside.

"The border management office has reached a foreign trade agreement with a certain country in South Asia earlier. Art works such as paintings or handicrafts can enter the country directly through the green channel without going through customs. I thought you just wanted to use this convenience to sell more things. I didn't expect... ..." Ye Ming slowly closed the painting with trembling hands.

Buying paintings is fake, but transporting contraband is real. This is what Qiao used his connections in China to really do.

"Ye, you said that there are many paintings, but Mr. Tang insists that this painting is real. I always feel that some of you have lied before. Otherwise, you can discuss it and give me a satisfactory answer?" Qiao sat down again. He went back and said gloomyly.

Ye Ming supported his head and glanced at Tang Jingze, only to see that the latter slumped directly on the chair, as if he had fallen asleep.

Joe got up to answer a phone call.Ye Ming's cell phone also rang at this time, but he just glanced at it before being taken away by the person next to him.

Joe clicked on the speaker.

"Hey, ah, Xiaozhou." Ye Ming shuddered, feeling the back of his head being pressed against by some hard object.

Ye Zhou stopped for two seconds, and said calmly, "Where are you?"

"I'm drinking tea with my friends outside." Ye Ming smiled, but his face was uglier than crying.

Ye Zhou didn't have any doubts, and continued: "I was at your door, and I didn't see you."

"I'm going out for a while, maybe I won't be home for a few days." That's all Ye Ming could say.

"Have you finished processing all your paintings?" Ye Zhou said slowly.

"I've already taken it all out. I'll take a break after finishing this order, take a vacation or something, and you too, don't be too tired from work." Ye Ming continued like he usually nags Ye Zhou. His back was already wet with sweat.

"I see, don't go too far." Ye Zhou hung up the phone.

"This kid..." Ye Ming smiled awkwardly.

"Ye," Joe looked at the time, "I forgot to tell you just now, there is still half a day before the mandatory extradition time on my visa, if I can't find the really lost painting within half a day, then maybe I will It is no longer possible to do business with Mr. Ye, and it is even more impossible to appreciate Mr. Tang's paintings."

"But you don't have to be so anxious. I have another one here. Among the three of you, someone must be lying."

The door of the cafe was pushed open from the outside, and there was a jingling sound, but the person walked in not so gracefully. Cai Junsheng was terrified to death, so he took a look at the situation inside the room, and was so frightened on the spot. Kneeling down, Ji Yusheng stretched out his hand and grabbed him from behind.

Hua Bi stepped forward and said something to Qiao. Cai Junsheng and Ji Yusheng were caught by the people who came from behind, and Ye Ming and Tang Jingze were nailed to the spot by guns.

Seeing Ji Yusheng, Tang Jingze almost got up from his chair, "Yu Sheng..."

"The painting is Mr. Tang, you took it directly from Mr. Zhong and sold it into the art market in Southeast Asia. During the period, you only accepted the buyer as Mr. Cai Junsheng. After Mr. Cai Junsheng got the painting, he was quickly sold by Mr. Ye Ming. I found it, and sold the painting at a higher price, and now Mr. Ye Ming returned the painting to me, but the painting is not the original painting, and you three said you didn’t know about it, so who is lying?” Qiao Spreading his hands, he said helplessly.

He walked over slowly, walked up to Ji Yusheng, sized him up, and asked in English, "Did we meet somewhere?"

Ji Yusheng winked at him: "Canyouspeak Chinese?"

Joe smiled: "You are so funny, Mr. Ji." Joe walked to the center of the room and raised his hand. He was like an elector about to give a speech, and his tone was encouraging enough, but no one present Not dancing.

"Gentlemen, I don't think it's good for us to waste time like this, but it's an unexpected and special opportunity for Mr. Ji to come here. Let's give him the right to choose and let Mr. Ji judge. Who among you is talking, or what better suggestion does Mr. Ji have, what do you all think?"

Ji Yusheng really wanted to vomit: "I don't feel very good."

Tang Jingze stood up with the pistol on his head: "Joe, this matter has nothing to do with him! If you want to touch him, you can get away with the crime without extradition!"

Qiao just looked at Ji Yusheng, calm and calm: "Mr. Tang seems to care about him very much? Yes, Mr. Ji is very beautiful. How do you describe it in your Chinese words? Zhilanyushu?"

Ji Yusheng glanced at Tang Jingze, who looked at him with eyes that seemed to be bleeding.

"Joe, do you know what you are doing? What kind of tricks are you going to play? You can kill everyone in the house now and extradite them back to your country. Why waste your precious time on us?" Ye Ming quickly road.

"Ye see what you said, you have the Ye family's gold medal for avoiding death, and Mr. Tang is too famous, it's not good to disappear without a trace, so..."

Qiao paused meaningfully. Cai Junsheng knew that he was soft-spoken, but a knife was already on his neck. He trembled and wanted to speak, but he was about to cry when he opened his mouth.

Ji Yusheng stepped forward to stand in front of Cai Junsheng, looked at Qiao: "Okay, I promise you."