Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 754 was frightened

Don't answer calls from strangers, because misfortune can't be avoided, or blessing can't be stopped, it's still an old saying, it's going to rain, mother wants to marry, let him go.

Sensi couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Judging by Wenason's tone, people from the Anti-Corruption Bureau must have questioned him, and Xin Mohai also called Wang Dengming to warn him to keep his mouth shut.

In other words, the Poulsen City Anti-Corruption Bureau conducted a more aggressive investigation this time.

"Sponsor, I have a question. When Xin Mohai and the old hunter searched your office, Detective Summer and I always thought that the gold bricks were taken away by them. Where did you hide the gold bricks?"

"Everyone has their own secrets, please don't ask in such detail?"

"No, I always thought that the gold bricks were taken away by Xin Mohai."

"Of course it's best to be taken away by him. The Anti-Corruption Bureau will not trouble me. Let's talk about the painting. Should we continue to invite experts to dig out the secrets of the painting?"

"I have an idea, why don't we take this painting to the calligraphy and painting market to find a painting dealer to estimate the price?"

"No, you can't find a painting dealer. This is elegant art. The dean of the Academy of Fine Arts can't wait to buy this painting. There must be something wrong. Why don't we find a painting exhibition?"

Wang Dengming searched for the word "art exhibition" on Google on his mobile phone.

Coincidentally, there is an art exhibition in Walson County, and the organizer claims to be an American celebrity institution.

"Alameh Art Exhibition, have you heard the name?"

"No."

It takes about three hours to drive to Walson County, under normal circumstances without traffic jams.

Aroused by the dean of art, the two went straight to the art exhibition with the painting.

No. 45 Textile Road.

This is an [-]-story building. The main function of this building is to carry out activities such as cultural exchanges.

It's a bit like a domestic convention center, a venue for national meetings of all walks of life.

The art exhibition is displayed on the first floor.

This building is amazing, with more than 3000 square meters on the first floor, and a variety of booths.

At the gate, the security guard asks for an admission pass, identity verification, and provides the reservation registration number and the area where the booth is located.

The two came impromptu, where are these documents.

Wang Dengming pointed to the oil painting on his shoulder and said, "Who is the person in charge here? I'm looking for the person in charge of the exhibition."

"Officer, we have too many people in charge here, I don't know which department you are looking for, the person in charge of the reception department, the planning department, or the appraisal department"

"Then let's find the person in charge of the appraisal department."

There were three security guards at the entrance of the exhibition, and they looked a bit embarrassed.

Perhaps, it is too rare for the police to come to the art exhibition to display their works. This is the territory of artists and artists. It is too incongruous for a policeman to come here with a painting.

In front of the gate of the art exhibition, many people came in and out, and they all looked at Wang Dengming and the scroll on his shoulder in amazement.

Sensi smiled charmingly.

"Several, can you do me a favor? We came all the way, and we didn't have time to go through the formalities."

A beautiful woman's smile is very lethal. For Sensi's sake, a security guard took out a walkie-talkie.

"Mr. Ban Jiang."

About 10 minutes later, a man in a blue suit and patterned tie came up to them.

"Hi, both of you, how can I help?"

The visitor has a good attitude, a pleasant smile, and his round face gives him a great advantage in the trend of younger appearance.

His fingers holding the mobile phone are exceptionally delicate, whiter and more delicate than a woman's hands. This person gives Wang Dengming the feeling that there are only two words: fake mother.

"Wang Dengming, this is Sensi, nice to meet you."

Wang Dengming shook hands with him, and after Ban Jiang shook hands with Wang Dengming, he extended his hand to Sensi.

Sensi extended his hand generously.

"I'm very sorry, Goddess, there is no more space in the exhibition hall of the art exhibition, no matter the walls or the exhibition tables. Moreover, the works in our art exhibition must be original, and we reject fakes. Is that your masterpiece?"

Ban Jiang pointed to the oil painting on Wang Dengming's shoulder.

Sensi smiled gracefully again.

"I"

"You have an extraordinary temperament, and you are an extraordinary female painter at first glance."

Wang Dengming said with a sly smile: "Yes, she is indeed a painter. This is her work. It took two years to finish the painting. It's a pity that we are late, but the purpose of our visit today"

"The purpose of most people coming is to sell their own works. Are you here from other places?"

"Yes."

"It's not your fault. Many works of well-known painters have been exhibited here and then sold at an estimated price."

"Then what is the way to bargain?"

"Three methods, one is that the artist sets the price himself, and the organizer facilitates the transaction price; in the latter method, the organizer helps the artist set the price, and after a suitable customer sees which painting, the guest, the organizer, and the artist negotiate to facilitate the transaction. Transaction. The final method, as we all know, is auction. Our art exhibition has the best and fairest auction house, the most professional auctioneers, and the most knowledgeable collectors. Of course, we refuse to enter the market here."

Sensi: "Mr. Ban Jiang, can you help me with your professional vision first?"

"Yes, please, come with me."

They followed Ban Jiang into the elevator and went up to the sixth floor.

There are many people in the hall of the Appraisal Department, there are dozens of people, everyone is busy with their own affairs in front of the computer and piles of documents.

When a policeman walked into Banjiang's office with a painting and a bubbly beauty, a naughty young man blew his whistle.

"Leave them alone, please sit down."

In Ban Jiang's office, there is a large table dedicated to appraising oil paintings.

The cleanliness of his office is so high that even Sensi was amazed that it was so clean.

Wang Dengming didn't care about the elegance, artistic taste, and high-end decoration in the office.

After the oil painting was rolled out, Ban Jiang frowned first, and then frowned again.

Sensi: "What's wrong? Is it bad?"

Ban Jiang shook his head, signaling to wait for him to finish reading.

He asked his assistant to pour two glasses of water for the two of them, and looked at the oil painting by himself.

After 10 minutes, Ban Jiang said: "You two, can I curse people?"

Wang Dengming was taken aback.

"What do you want to say?"

"This is such a fucking good work! I almost missed it!"

Sensi breathed a sigh of relief.

But his expression changed immediately.

"Both, it's not good to lie. This painting should have been painted 150 years ago. Ma'am, how old are you?"

Sensi smiled awkwardly, "It's just a little joke with you."

"When dealing with art, as an artist, you can't have such a joke. It's okay, I forgive you."

Wang Dengming: "Can you find out what the canvas of this painting is?"

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Don't ask where it came from."

"Let me tell you this, police officer, this painting is not worth much at first glance, but it is very different after a closer look. If you don't look carefully, this painting is easy to be ignored, and experts will miss it. You are really lucky, thank you Met with me, and only a real connoisseur can estimate its value."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes, the problem with the canvas, confusing, puzzled, let me tell you something, what method of preservation is used for this painting?"

Wang Dengming: "It seems that you still haven't answered my question, so my last question is, how much do you think this painting is worth?"

Ban Jiang stretched out two fingers.

"How much is this?"

Sensi: "20? So."

The word behind Sensi is: many.

Thankfully she didn't say it.

"90.00% of the painting appraisal experts above nine will offer a price of around 200 to [-], but in our case, [-] million——US dollars, at least!"

Both Wang Dengming and Sensi were irritating, and they were also shocked at the moment.

The phone call from the dean of art came in just in time, which just covered up the shock of the two of them.

"Mr. Police Officer, there is a collector who is very interested in your paintings. He is willing to pay $[-] for your paintings. If you have time"

(End of this chapter)