Portable Museum

Chapter 215 Analysis of Contradictions

"Sir, do you really not think about it?
I am willing to pay [-] marks! "The other party persevered in his request.

"Sir, why don't you do this! I'll draw another picture for you tomorrow morning after I've recovered enough. I really plan to keep this one for myself!" Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking. of white people.

The appearance of 1.7 meters is five, which can only be regarded as an average height among white people, and the figure is maintained very well. It is a self-disciplined person who can maintain such a figure at this age.

With yellow hair and blue eyes, Zhang Junping couldn't tell if he was good-looking or not.

"Sir, my name is Kevin Cranston. I'm on a business trip to Munich and I'm leaving tomorrow, so please help me by selling this painting of the Virgin Mary to me!
My family members are devout Christians, and your painting of the Virgin Mary is the best I have ever seen!

If only my family knew that I came across such a wonderful painting and missed it.

They're sure to complain about me!
help!I offer 200,000 marks! "Kevin Cranston is a very good talker, and his words are very convincing.

Looking at Kevin Cranston's business card, Zhang Junping finally chose adult beauty.

Sold the oil painting of the Virgin Mary just painted to the other party.

Holding a check for DM 200,000, Zhang Junping left Marienplatz.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Junping suddenly regretted that he had to pay taxes on the 200,000.

As we all know, Prussia's national welfare is very high, but the relative tax is also very heavy.

Even if Zhang Junping is not a Prussian, as long as he earns income in Prussia, he has to pay taxes in Prussia.

Just pay it, that is, [-] or [-] marks, and leave a good impression on Prussia.

Compared with the oil paintings worth at least one billion euros, and the fragments of experience that those oil paintings gave, this little money is nothing.

Zhang Junping comforted himself.

I didn't catch the chairman again today.

However, he caught another big fish, Kevin Cranston, the head of the technology research and development department of the Prussian Continental Group.

Although Kevin Cranston didn't say anything, he came to Munich for BMW.

It is said that not many people may know Continental, but many people should know about its products.

Continental Tire is the third largest tire manufacturer in the world.

When he got the business card, Zhang Junping didn't say much, but took the business card politely, and said that he didn't have a business card.

Again, it's too early to say anything.

Wait!
On the morning of Zhang Junping's fourth day in Munich, after breakfast, Zhang Junping rode a bicycle to Nymphenburg.

Nymphenburg in Munich is also a must-see attraction.

There are Baroque-style palaces, towering ancient trees, rivers and lakes, human civilization and nature are perfectly integrated, and the whole Nymphenburg is full of harmony.

Zhang Junping likes this place very much, staying here, the whole person feels quiet.

I stayed here for a day, painted three oil paintings, and returned to the hotel with the oil paintings at night.

After enjoying the craftsmanship of the Michelin three-star chef, Zhang Junping returned to the room and began to make up.

Today, he has changed his makeup again. He is no longer a white man, but a European with a healthy wheat complexion.

A head of blond hair, slightly messy, but more charming, dark eyes, deep and charming.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Junping muttered narcissistically: "It's a waste to go to a dirty place like a bar with such an awesome face!"

After all, Zhang Junping put on his makeup and quietly left the hotel.

Walk to Eddie's Bar.

This bar is named after the boss.

Zhang Junping didn't disturb the people in the bar, and went directly to the second floor, the same room as last time.

Push the door in.

It was just Eddie, and two naked women.

Eddie, with his pants down to the crook of his legs, was sitting on the couch being served.

When Zhang Junping walked into the room, the two women immediately let out piercing screams.

"Who! Made! I don't know I'm..." Eddie, who was interrupted, cursed.

"Oh! I'm sorry to interrupt your good business!" Zhang Junping rubbed his nose and said he was embarrassed, but there was no expression of embarrassment at all.

He pulled up a chair and sat across from Eddie with a smile.

"Who are you?" Eddie took out a gun from under the sofa cushion and pointed it at Zhang Junping.

"Three days ago, you took a gold brick from me, and today I'm here to get the news." Zhang Junping said relaxedly, without looking at the gun in Eddie's hand.

"You are……"

"How is it? Am I handsome in this outfit?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"..." Eddie finally confirmed that the person in front of him was the mysterious person from three days ago.

Seeing that Zhang Junping seemed to be a different person, he didn't dare to think otherwise.

With a wave of his hand, he drove the two women out of the room.

"Sir, according to what you said, we found a total of fifteen old people who agree to the conditions.

Without further information, there is no way to be sure which one you are looking for. "Eddie honestly told Zhang Junping the information he had investigated.

"Very good! Tell me the addresses of those fifteen people." Zhang Junping said expressionlessly.

"Okay! This is the address of those fifteen people." Eddie took out the notebook he had prepared and handed it to Zhang Junping.

There are not only the addresses of fifteen people on it, but also the trajectories of these fifteen people in the past three days.

With these, it is easier for Zhang Junping to make a judgment.

"You did a good job, I am very satisfied.

This never happened, and if I hear anything about it, you know the consequences! "Zhang Junping took the notebook, left without saying a word.

Not listening to the promises Eddie made behind his back at all.

After Zhang Junping left, Eddie hurriedly summoned the younger brothers who knew about it, "Okay! That matter is over!

From now on, act as if this never happened.

If anyone can't control his drunkenness after drinking, I will stuff the bottle into his stomach. "

"Boss..."

"So far, don't mention a word, including anything about that person, I don't want to hear a word!" Eddie said viciously.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Junping took off his makeup, took a shower, and began to study the notebook that recorded fifteen old people.

The first one, Zhang Junping glanced at it, and directly denied his possibility.

Zhang Junping cursed secretly, didn't he tell him that he was looking for a man?

The second one is kind of interesting.

No children, living alone, going to Marienplatz every day to look at the statue of the Virgin Mary in a daze?

Well, this one shouldn't be.

This is obviously an old man waiting to die.

The third, too, was a widowed old woman.

The fourth one, Zhang Junping narrowed his eyes, this one is very similar.

She lives in seclusion every day, and usually goes out to buy food or wine.

At other times, I seldom go out.

This is more in line with the characteristics of the treasure guardian.

The fifth one is also a bit suspicious. He has no source of income, lives alone, eats at nearby restaurants every day, and drinks at nearby bars at night, and never contacts outsiders.

Zhang Junping screened out fifteen people, out of six impossible old women, there were still nine people left.

Although there are still four that can basically be ruled out, Zhang Junping did not rule them out.

In the next few days, Zhang Junping personally followed up and investigated the remaining nine people.

Even ventured into their room, but found nothing.

None of these nine people was the one he wanted to find.

This made Zhang Junping a little frustrated.

Carefully recalling the report on the billion-euro oil painting treasure that I saw at the beginning.

It's a pity that I glanced at it just out of curiosity.

I just remember that it was in Munich, in an apartment, an old man of 80 years old, and I didn't pay attention to the others.

Oh shit!

If I had known earlier that I could travel through time, I would have carefully studied all the reports of treasures discovered in later generations and kept them in my mind.

It's not good to be a teacher!
Zhang Junping temporarily put the matter aside, got on his bicycle and left the hotel.

It's Sunday, and it's time to go shopping at Munich's flea markets.

Flea markets in various cities in Prussia are basically open on Saturdays and Sundays.

Yesterday Zhang Junping was so busy investigating the last and most promising person that he didn't even bother to go to the flea market.

There are also a lot of people in the flea market in Munich, not much worse than the flea market in Berlin.

Zhang Junping followed the crowd into the flea market.

Then hold your ground at the first stall.

Hi right at the door.

This is a two-foot-high woodcarving statue of Guan Gong on a horse. The carving skills are very deep, and Zhang Junping also has elementary wood carving skills.

However, he thought that his level could not sculpt the charm of the statue of Guan Gong on horseback in front of him.

There are three kinds of Guan Gong statues, namely Guan Gong with horizontal sword, Guan Gong with vertical sword and Guan Gong on horseback.

Hengdao Guan Gong is the god of wealth and wealth, usually worshiped by businessmen, praying for wealth and safety.

Lidao Guan Gong is righteous and loyal, and he is loyal and trustworthy. It is often seen in TV dramas and movies that young and Dangerous boys in Xiangjiang, clubs and police worship Lidao Guan Gong.

The third type is Guan Gong who is riding a horse in front of him, which means that if he has a horse to success, he will be enshrined immediately. This is not for worship.

"How much is this statue?" Zhang Junping asked, pointing to the statue of Guan Gong.

"Five hundred marks!"

"A wooden statue costs [-] marks. You can't just kill me because I'm Chinese? It's cheaper. There are not many Chinese in Munich.

At your price, even if there are Chinese, they can't afford it.

Fifty marks is the most! "Zhang Junping negotiated with the stall owner with a fluent and authentic Munich accent.

Zhang Junping's words made the stall owner very frightened. He didn't look at the person, but just listened to the voice, and thought he was a native of Munich.

"Not for sale! This statue is more than 100 years ago, it is an antique!
It is an antique brought back by my grandfather from the mysterious counterpart! "The stall owner shook his head and refused.

"more than 100 years? No wonder it's all cracked!

Then I can pay up to twenty marks! "Zhang Junping shook his head regretfully.

"Are you making trouble? How can you bargain less and less?" The stall owner said angrily.

He came to set up a stall in the morning, and it hadn't opened yet, thinking that Zhang Junping was making trouble for him.

"Your statue looks good, but it's cracked, I didn't notice it just now.

You didn't sell it when I offered fifty marks, but now that I've found a crack, naturally I can't give you another fifty marks. "Zhang Junping was not in a hurry, and slowly entangled with the stall owner.

"If you want fifty, take it away, don't drag it down, I'll go home and chop firewood!" The stall owner looked at the cracks on Guan Gong's statue and said very annoyed.

"Twenty marks!" Zhang Junping was unmoved.

The cracking of this Guan Gong statue is entirely caused by poor maintenance. It is estimated that this Guan Gong statue has eaten ashes in the stall owner’s house for many years. Try your luck at the flea market.

"Take it away, take it away!" At this time, someone came over to ask the price again, and the stall owner didn't want to entangle Zhang Junping any more, so he simply waved his hands.

Zhang Junping handed twenty marks to the stall owner, and picked up the statue of Guan Gong on horseback.

Yo, it's quite heavy!
Looking carefully, Zhang Junping found that it was a statue of Guan Gong on horseback carved from the root of the lobular red sandalwood tree.

This kind of sculpture is usually used as a gift.

For example, give it to your own leader, wish the leader success immediately, and immediately become a marquis.

Holding the statue of Guan Gong on a horse, Zhang Junping did not leave in a hurry, and continued to hunt for treasures at the stall owner's stall.

Zhang Junping found another set of export porcelain on the stall owner's stall.

Porcelain for export is porcelain that was specially sold overseas in ancient times. Since the Tang Dynasty, a large amount of porcelain has been sold overseas in China every year.

By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, porcelain for export had developed into a production model of custom-made samples.

The patterns on the export porcelain ordered by incoming samples are all exotic styles.

"Boss, can you pick it up and have a look?" Zhang Junping asked the stall owner who was busy with it.

The stall owner's business is doing well now. During Zhang Junping's treasure hunt for a while, he has concluded a deal and is negotiating the price of another deal.

"Okay, be careful!" The stall owner said, looking back.

Zhang Junping reached out to pick up a Guangcai porcelain teapot, looked at the glaze color, and turned it over to look at the quality of the tire.

Guangcai porcelain is a relatively special category of porcelain.

It is a kind of porcelain specially produced for export porcelain.

Since the Kangxi Dynasty established a treaty port in Guangdong, Guangcai porcelain has gradually developed.

Guangcai Porcelain is not only influenced by Western countries in terms of color, but mainly in bright and colorful colors.

For example, the Guangcai porcelain teapot in front of me clearly has the style of the Western Regions.

The body of the pot is slender, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, and there is a pointed lid on the lid, which looks a bit baroque at first glance.

There are also differences in Guangcai porcelain. The porcelains of the Kang, Yong, and Qian Dynasties are mostly high-quality goods.

The set of Guangcai porcelain in front of me, although it can't be called high-quality porcelain, but the texture is not bad, it can be regarded as a small high-quality goods.

Zhang Junping talked about the price and bought all the Guangcai porcelain at the price of one mark.

Still the same as in Berlin, I rented a warehouse at the flea market, stored the porcelain first, and continued shopping.

Zhang Junping locked the warehouse door, and was about to go back to the flea market, when he suddenly saw two people sneaking around in the corner of the warehouse, not knowing what they were doing.

Looking intently, one of the old men gave the middle-aged man a roll.

The middle-aged man opened it and took a look, then rolled up the things and handed the old man an envelope.

Zhang Junping was taken aback for a moment, then ecstatically.

He had just seen clearly that the roll was an oil painting, and the envelope he handed to the old man contained Prussian mark banknotes.

It looks like the thickness is about two or three thousand marks.

An old man secretly traded an oil painting, asking for cash.

This reminded Zhang Junping of the treasure guardian that he couldn't find.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

At this time, Zhang Junping didn't care about continuing to visit the flea market anymore, he walked to the side and stared at the old man from a distance.

After the transaction was completed, the old man didn't stop at all, and went out of the flea market directly.

Zhang Junping followed slowly, about 200 meters away from the old man.

This distance is not easy to detect.

Of course, this distance refers to more than 200 meters in such a relatively open place in an urban area, and it is possible to be thrown away with just one turn.

"Damn!" Zhang Junping couldn't help cursing.

The old man actually came by car. The old man got out of the flea market and got into a car.

Zhang Junping quickly pushed out his bicycle, rode on the road, and waited for the old man.

After a while, the old man drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

Seeing the old man's car passing by, Zhang Junping waved his hand at the old man's car, let out a strange cry, and started pedaling hard behind, chasing the old man's car.

Fortunately, the laws in Prussia are stricter, and the speed limit is better.

The old man's speed is not fast, but Zhang Junping can still catch up.

Following the direction of the old man's car, Zhang Junping quickly felt something was wrong.

This is not the direction to the city, but the direction of the suburbs.

On the way, the old man stopped at a supermarket, bought a lot of things, then got in the car and continued to drive.

Zhang Junping followed the old man's car unhurriedly, and finally came to an old apartment in the suburbs.

Zhang Junping stopped the car far away, looked around, and saw that there was no one, and there were no cameras or anything that should not appear in this era.

Only then did he push the bicycle into the bushes on the side of the road, and put the bicycle into the museum space.

Then quickly approach the apartment.

This is a very old six-story apartment building, the walls are peeling off, it looks like it is more than 100 years old.

The old man had just parked the car, and he glanced at Zhang Junping who was walking over, but he didn't care.

Zhang Junping was carrying an easel and drawing board on his back at this time, and he was dressed like a young artist who was wandering around sketching.

"Sir, is there a house for rent here?" Zhang Junping asked the old man with a smile.

"Go over there and ask!" The old man pointed in one direction casually, and then went straight into the stairs.

"Thank you!" Zhang Junping shouted loudly from behind.

After waiting for 1 minutes, there was the sound of the door opening and closing in the cave.

"First floor!" Zhang Junping smiled, turned around and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.

They come, the security.

Zhang Junping found a place with a good view, set up the easel, fixed the drawing board, clamped the oil painting paper, and started painting.

This location can just see the exit of the apartment.

Zhang Junping watched the old man while creating.

At noon, I took out two hamburgers and a glass of iced Coke from the museum space, settled my lunch, and continued to create.

Until the evening, the old man did not come out again.

Zhang Junping pretended to pack up his easel and leave, but he hid at a turning.

Find a leeward place, wrap your clothes, lie on the ground, close your eyes and rest.

Zhang Junping didn't get up until after eleven o'clock at night, and found a hood to put on.

Then came to the old man's house.

I listened at the door, but there was no movement inside.

I went out of the window and looked in. There were curtains on the window, so I couldn't see inside, but it was pitch black inside.

Should have fallen asleep.

The door couldn't be opened, so I had to figure out a way on the window.

Take out a glass knife from the space, lightly draw a few times on the window, and remove the glass.

Then reach in and open the window.

Zhang Junping jumped into the room.

After waiting for a while, when his eyes got used to the darkness, he stood up and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

The old man drank the wine and was soundly asleep at this time.

Zhang Junping walked over and pressed the old man's neck for a while, and the old man fell into a coma.

Now, it is estimated that the thunder will not wake up the old man.

Turn on the lights in the room directly.

This is a small room, about seventy or eighty square meters.

The living room, kitchen, toilet, and bedroom are simple in structure and clear at a glance.

Zhang Junping discovered the problems in the house at a glance.

There are mezzanines here.

However, because the old man often sells oil paintings from inside, the interlayer has been damaged, which is very eye-catching.

The old man hung an old rug on the wall to cover it.

Ordinary people may not find it, nor would they think that there is a mezzanine behind it.

But Zhang Junping already knew about the existence of the interlayer, so it became easier naturally, and the carpet provided him with guidance.

Take off the carpet, and behind it is a door blocked with bricks.

It turned out that it should have been concealed and painted with the same paint as other walls, but now it was opened by the old man.

Just block it with bricks.

After taking the bricks away, Zhang Junping discovered that the inside was not a mezzanine, but a room with the door blocked.

The original layout of two bedrooms and one living room has become one bedroom and one living room.

There was no light in the room inside, so Zhang Junping could only take out a flashlight.

I was stunned immediately.

There is a pile of objects wrapped in kraft paper that look like frames in the room.

Just looking at the shape, you can tell that this is to find the batch of oil paintings worth one billion euros.

There is no way to find out exactly how many there are.

The entire room, where there is only a little space at the entrance, is piled up from the ground to the roof, all of which are oil paintings.

Naturally, Zhang Junping would not be polite, he just waved his hand and put away all the oil paintings in the room.

In a burst of dust, Zhang Junping exited the room.

"Damn it! What kind of bullshit did you analyze earlier?
If it wasn't for my luck, damn it, it would be a surprise if I could find it. " Zhang Junping cursed secretly.

Why is it near the palace, it can be dozens of miles away from the palace.

After the item was obtained, Zhang Junping glanced at the old man who was still in a coma.

In another world, the antique dealer left him a painting for retirement.

In this world, oil paintings are not reserved for him, and it is easy to invite disaster.

From the space, he took out a few diamonds and a dozen gold necklaces, and put them on the bedside of the old man.

These things, save some money, should be enough.

Thinking so, Zhang Junping left the apartment.

　Three in one chapter.

　　I read it today, and some people said that the purpose of posting the big chapter is to prepare for the next less updates.

　　Suffice it to say, I am writing full time now.

　　Just relying on code words to make money to support the family, how can it be possible to do that kind of thing, update less, and cheat yourself?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)