Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Steven nodded, he was just too shocked that so many top artworks stolen from major museums appeared in this underground secret room. If this news gets out, the whole world will be shaken.

He went up to look at the eighth oil painting, and said after a few minutes: "This is Renoir's masterpiece "Madeleine with Daisies."

Then he moved two steps to look at the ninth painting, and after searching for a few minutes on the oil painting, he said, "This seems to be the masterpiece "The Concert" by the Dutch master Vermeer."

"The tenth painting is Rembrandt's masterpiece, The Storm on the Sea of ​​Galilee."

Steven turned around, looked at it for two or three minutes and said, "This is still Rembrandt's masterpiece "Men and Lady in Black"."

Li Mo looked behind, and he also found the author's signature, whether explicit or implicit, on these oil paintings.

"Mr. Qin, I have seen a copy of this painting in the Boston Museum. It is Dali's work "Two Balconies."

I have never heard of this painter, but being able to be collected here must show that its value is very high.

"This painting is also very famous, it is Caravaggio's masterpiece "St Francis and St Lawrence and the Nativity".

Li Mo rubbed his chin and followed the pictures, nodding his head continuously. Although he didn't understand the art of oil painting, he only needed to know that they were all top-notch works of art and that they were all very valuable.

"Mr. Qin, this is Cézanne's work "Landscape of Auvers-sur-Oise"."

"Yeah, I have bought a few works of Cézanne in Europe before, and they are very good."

"Hey, this oil painting is a bit strange."

Li Mo turned his head and looked. He was very familiar with this oil painting. Such a top-level work had appeared many times in textbooks. It was Munch's "The Scream".

"Steven, what's so strange about this?"

Steven thought for a while and said, "This masterpiece of Munch was stolen and then recovered. How could it appear here?"

He looked at the next painting, "It's really strange. It was the "Madonna" in front of me that was stolen together with "The Scream". Mr. Qin, either the two works of Munch here are fake, or they were lost and recovered. The two paintings are fake, how about you take a look?"

"What else is there to see? If it's fake, it wouldn't take a lot of effort to hide it here. Thieves are not stupid, how can they be indistinguishable from the real ones. I think that museum must be deceiving itself."

"You're right, it's really interesting."

Steven felt that what Li Mo said was very reasonable. When he came to the last few oil paintings, he read them one by one and said, "These three are all works by Rubens, Mr. Qin, I have now confirmed that the paintings hanging in this secret room are All of the works of art are stolen, and thirteen of them are all stolen from the Boston Museum. I once heard from seniors in the industry that the market value of the thirteen stolen paintings is at least three billion U.S. dollars knife."

"What about all these top-notch works of art?"

Li Mo pointed around.

"I don't think it will be less than four billion U.S. dollars, but Mr. Qin, these oil paintings are all top-level works of art stolen from major museums. Once they show up, they will cause a sensation no less than a magnitude 10 earthquake." Shi Tiven said here, and then he frowned and said, "I'm not right, the thirteen top-level artworks stolen from the Boston Museum have passed the prosecution period. If Mr. Qin wants to use his brain, he can start from there." Let's start with thirteen famous paintings."

"And this?"

Li Mo was still thinking about how to deal with this batch of top art works. Since some oil paintings can be hyped up, he really needs to think about it carefully.

"Mr. Qin, these famous paintings are best left in the middle of the night, otherwise the night will be full of dreams. In fact, the police in Boston have never given up on tracking down the stolen famous paintings, and even paid a high price of five million dollars."

At this time, Li Mo glanced at him with a half-smile: "Five million US dollars is really a lot. With this bonus, you can eat and drink for the rest of your life."

Steven reacted quickly, and he said with a serious expression: "Don't worry, Mr. Qin. Although I have the skin of an American, my heart is from China. I believe that as long as I do things for Mr. Qin, I will eat and drink the same in this life." Don't worry."

"In May, I will reward Steven with a million dollars later."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Steven is still very discerning. With Li Mo's wealth and ability, if he works with him, a mere five million dollars is nothing.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, I will definitely go through fire and water in the future, and I will not hesitate."

Li Mo patted him on the shoulder, he likes to communicate with smart people. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he glanced at the corner of the wall, then walked over and reached out to touch the wall. Then a drawer automatically pops up, containing a sculpture, not quite a sculpture.

"Steven, here's another good thing."

Steven hurried over and stretched his head to have a look, and exclaimed: "This is a gold sculpture 'Salt Dish' created by the famous Italian artist Cellini in the 16th century, and it was specially carved for King Francis I. The top stolen works of art occupy the top few places, and this one is worth at least 60 million U.S. dollars, and its historical value is immeasurable. Mr. Qin, we should quickly organize and transport everything away."

He was even more anxious than Li Mo.

"I'm hungry, let's go back to eat first."

A group of people left the secret room, and Li Mo walked away and said to Dashan: "Can more people be mobilized? All the antiques and artworks found here, together with all the antiques in the embassy, ​​must be transported back to China first. Especially this secret room The storage of artworks in the park has high requirements on the environment, and once they leave here, they need to be resettled."

"As long as you have a need, it doesn't matter how many people you can mobilize. It's daytime in China, so we can dispatch people urgently and they will be in place tomorrow."

"Okay, you can transfer another thirty people over, and all the expenses will be paid to me."

"clear."

A group of people returned to the lobby of the antique shop.

"Why don't you eat, eat first when the meal arrives."

"I ate late in the afternoon, and I'm not very hungry."

"They're all standing up, let's eat together."

Dashan came out of the bedroom after he had contacted the country, and nodded to Li Mo.

"Steven, you and Gu Lishi go back to the hotel to rest after dinner, you will be busy in two days."

Steven naturally understood what he meant, and replied more respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Qin."

The manpower and vehicles mobilized from Washington set off at four o'clock in the afternoon, and arrived at ten o'clock in the evening. But they all stayed in the car and didn't start to act until twelve o'clock.

Boxes of porcelain, boxes of bronze, boxes of gold, silver and jade, as well as ancient paintings and top-level works of art were loaded onto the car one after another.

"Dashan, except for the four of you staying here, all the others will escort the convoy back to the embassy. There is no room for loss. Don't come out again when you get there, and the people mobilized from China will go directly to Seattle to join us."

"Understood, this group of people will first escort the national treasures and European and American artworks back home. If things go well, they will be able to land safely at Kyoto International Airport the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, after the embassy has made arrangements, let me know the exact time, and I will arrange my own staff to hand over."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Li Mo stood on the wide avenue in front of the antique shop, watching the five cars disappear into the night. Looking at the phone, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.

Sima Haotian stood behind him, looking at his back with the help of the light from the street lamp. Some people are born to live for antiques, and Li Mo is that kind of person.

"Mr. Sima, don't you think this kind of life is more interesting?"

Li Mo turned back and smiled at him.

"Well, I've figured it out thoroughly. Thank you, Mr. Qin, for giving me a chance to start over. I can't repay you, but I will do my best for any assignment."

Li Mo waved his hand and said: "Mr. Sima's words are serious. Maybe we will be colleagues in the future. You are a great talent, and you haven't made any unforgivable mistakes. It's a pity to bury your talents in other places."

The corner of Sima Haotian's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath. Before, he was dissatisfied with Li Mo, but now he is convinced.