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Yu Xiaoting saw through his conspiracy and adopted a tangle tactic to force Qian Si to turn around.

In less than a minute, the two had fought for more than ten rounds. Although Qian Si was in an absolute defensive position, his defense was not leaked, and he was also a rare master in recent years.

An ordinary strong man with a good martial arts foundation, a trained policeman can only walk for three rounds under Yu Xiaoting; it is not easy for the armed police, special police, and boxing gym masters to last seven or eight rounds.

Yu Xiaoting practiced not martial arts, but murderous arts, not competitions, and the only purpose was to kill the opponent. Under such a deadly offensive, many people were panicked first and could not perform their true level.

After seeing Di Ge's fate, Qian Si was able to calm down and fight with rules and regulations. It was rare.

In the blink of an eye, there were several more rounds. Qian Si was not durable. When Yu Xiaoting rushed over, he pulled out a dagger to meet him. When the distance was less than half a foot, he suddenly pulled out his right leg and kicked her lower body. Yu Xiaoting was already prepared to push his right knee against his calves so that it could not be exerted. She hit his wrist heavily and made the dagger cut an arc through her face.

After the two exchanged directions, Yu Xiaoting relied on the footwork she practiced by Taekwondo to launch a continuous attack. Qian Si fought and ate and retreated step by step but kept her figure unchaos.

At the end of the battle, Yu Xiaoting jumped high and kicked more than ten times in the air like lightning. Qian Si endured the severe pain and blocked it with his arms again. In the last two strokes, he couldn't bear the difference between his arms. He was kicked directly through the defense line and staggered to the ground.

He stepped on Qian Sixin's mouth and was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe. His face was pale than paper. He begged:

"Give me...Give me your life..."

Yu Xiaoting said coldly: "What is this basement for?"

“Fake it…”

It turned out to be a handicraft workshop specializing in antiques and fakes!

Yu Xiaoting asked again: "Is Zhuo Qiang your boss?"

"No...no...no...the eldest son's surname is Yuwen...I have never seen him, I have seen him...Zhuo Qiang is...the fifth son, and everyone calls him...his fifth brother..."

She relaxed a little under her feet, and she continued to ask, "What is Zhuo Qiang responsible for?"

Qian Si gasped in a hurry and said, "He is taking on business outside... He is responsible for all the errands running..."

"Where are the first few?"

"...Brother Yuwen never shows up. The second and fourth brothers are basically unrelated to the matter when they are old...Brothers are in charge of...Brothers are in charge of finance. They rarely meet..."

"What's the relationship between Zhuo Qiang and Shen Zhihua?"

Qian Si looked confused: "Who is Shen Zhihua...? We are responsible for the safety of our fifth brother in western Shanxi, and we have never contacted outsiders..."

"Who are the fakes sold to?"

Qian Si showed a hesitation on his face, Yu Xiaoting used force to the soles of his feet, and he screamed and begged for mercy repeatedly:

"I'll recruit... I'll recruit... Most of the fakes made by Brother Wu are...customized by customers, secretly sent to them after they are made, and no one knows where they are flowing. Really..."

"In addition to this, how many fake workshops are there?"

"Fifth brother just cares about this, something else... maybe there are, we don't know..."

"How many people are Zhuo Qiang's men?"

"Two...two or thirty..." He secretly glanced at Yu Xiaoting's face, and Qian Si quickly added, "It's relatively liquid in this industry, and it's quite a lot of money to change careers and do other things. It's really... I can't explain it clearly..."

Yu Xiaoting sneered, "Can't you explain clearly?"

"It can be explained clearly! It is mainly divided into hard films and soft films. Hard films mainly focus on porcelain, pottery, bronze ware, etc.; soft films are calligraphy and paintings; only by making soft films can you learn real materials. Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have to study them thoroughly inside and outside the palace, and most people cannot do it. The fifth brother mainly makes hard films, and the clay, stone powder, dye and paint in the workshop here are all... "

"Okay, let's talk about arresting me, how did you find out?"

"My fifth brother is very cautious. Not only does his villa be filled with cameras, but he also secretly installed pinhole cameras on the front yard and back wall of his neighbor's house. There are special security guards at home staring at him in three shifts. You... you have been walking around the villa twice and have been seen long ago."

"The defense is so strict, there are many treasures in the villa, right?"

"The basement is quite large, with three stainless steel security doors and the keys are in the hands of my fifth brother. No one has ever been in there."

"Where are you, what's the origin?" Yu Xiaoting asked the last question.

Qian Si's face flashed with shame, and hesitated for a while and said, "I... I originally had a provincial martial arts team, and I won the provincial Changquan championship twice..."

"After the fake team, more than ten years of hard work has been wasted!"

Yu Xiaoting used force toes, and Qian Si's body shook twice and turned breathless. While leaving the basement, she took Qian Si's cell phone to call the police and positioned it. She threw the phone in the yard and went straight to Zhuo Qian's villa.

After entering the villa area, the first step was to cut off the main power supply, and the entire community fell into darkness in an instant. As expected, Zhuo Qiang's villa flashed twice and was still brightly lit.

A high-power uninterruptible power supply is installed at home.

Yu Xiaoting also had a trick. She opened it twice in a row, closed the total power supply and measured the total load, and added a supercharger to the live line, so that the uninterruptible power supply load suddenly increased to three times during the fourth power outage. "Bang", the uninterruptible power supply was unable to withstand it and exploded!

The villa was in chaos. Yu Xiaoting quietly climbed into the back wall, climbed to the third floor like a spirit cat, pried open the anti-theft window and flashed in, quietly curled up in the west side, which was obviously an idle bedroom.

Ten minutes later, the community resumed power supply, and people in Zhuoqiang villas were occasionally in and out, repairing uninterrupted power supplies and testing monitoring equipment.

After more than half an hour, it finally became quiet. Everyone in the villa returned to their respective positions, while Zhuo Qiang locked the study door and appreciated antiques inside.

Tonight I appreciate the famous painting "A Night Banquet of Qing Rain" from the Hong Kong Auction House. The author is Ma Yuan, one of the four masters of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Speaking of Ma Yuan, a real master of calligraphy and painting, he was a guest at the painting academy with another famous artist Xia Gui of the Southern Song Dynasty, and was also called "Ma Xia". His paintings were solemn, with majestic and solid brushwork, and his ink was vigorous and cheerful, and his characters often had a majestic and elegant spirit.

The painting is fiercely competitive, and many European and American collectors are determined to win. There are also wealthy figures in China who have been entrusted to participate, but the one who persists until the end is still strong and the price is quite terrible. The price is 6.43 million yuan, plus auction fees, handling fees, various taxes, etc.

As long as it is genuine, it is worth one word! What is money?

Ma Yuan used a unique technique to draw the "Qingyu Night Banquet" to peek at the scene of the characters in the hall from an outdoor angle. He also used the swaying trees outside the hall and the changes in the fog color dyed by the dark and light ink to create the celebration atmosphere of the palace banquet in the night. The pine trees in the picture are as thin as iron, with long branches and obliquely out, so later generations called him "Drag the branches and horses".

Judging from the signature, this painting is a work by Ma Yuan when he was 49 years old, which is the pinnacle of his creation. What is even more rare is that the painting also has an inscription written by Empress Yang, Ningzong of the Southern Song Dynasty: "The court returned to China to spread the orders, and the father and son served the banquet together, held the Ni cup to pray for the blessing of the scenery, and enjoyed hearing the sound of the Han Palace, the plum blossoms of the precious bottles, the jade lanterns, and the humanity urged the poem to wait for the rain, and the poems of Hugo in the cloud pavilion were completed." The long poem not only vividly recorded the scene of Empress Yang's family serving the emperor with honor and favor, but also cleverly pointed out the painting title, adding a lot of color to the "Picture of the Night Banquet of Qingyu Night".

Put on gloves and slipped through the paper inch by inch like stroking the skin of a lover, Zhuo Qiang showed an intoxicated expression.

It’s so beautiful and so vivid. Thinking about the works of great calligraphy and painting thousands of years ago, I can appreciate them carefully at a glance. Isn’t it fate?

Classic is classic!

This painting brings together Ma Yuan’s distinctive style and skills: painting only one corner of the mountain, so it is called “half side of the horse”;

Ink and wash are often used when painting pavilions;

The trunks of the tree are thin and hard to iron, but they are not without being soft, which is in line with the style of "vigorous ink and wash";

Looking at the lake water, we use various brushstrokes of different light and weight to draw the dynamics of the lake water such as the microwave blown by the wind and the swaying reflected by the moonlight to life..."

For a moment, I felt that most of my life was hard and bloody!

Just as he was squinting his eyes and was obsessed with enjoyment, a cold wind suddenly came to his face. Before he could react, Yu Xiaoting, in black, was standing next to him as if she had emerged out of thin air, and the dagger pressed against his throat!

Damn, the monitoring room on the first floor, the bodyguards, and the security guards on the second floor all died, can he be blind?

He cursed angrily, but a smile appeared on his face and said, "A friend is a friend in the Tao..."

As he said that, his right hand went to the drawer to get the gun like lightning!

Yu Xiaoting reacted so much. Zhuo Qiang's hand was only raised two or three inches, and he only heard "por". Then he opened his mouth wide and was about to scream. He was stuffed into a rag, and his eyes almost protruded from his eye sockets due to severe pain.

In an instant, the dagger was nailed to the desk through his palm!

After so many years of surviving in the world, I have experienced several battles and killing scenes. I have seen my brother fall down in front of me, and I have closed my eyes with my own hands. I just didn’t meet Yu Xiaoting as cruel as she said, and then I went into the ruins without saying a word.

Half of his body was numb in pain, so he recovered and asked with difficulty: "What do you...what do you want to do?"

Yu Xiaoting still didn't say anything, rolled up the "Qingyu Night Banquet" spread out on the table, "Crack", lit the scroll with a lighter, "Hu", and the flames rose up, and the famous Song Dynasty paintings that were bid for nearly 10 million yuan in a blink of an eye turned into ashes!

"Ho...ho..."

In extreme heartache and extreme sadness, Zhuo Qiang could not make any sound in his throat.

In a short moment, Zhuo Qiang was severely injured by both spirit and body. If it weren't for the tenacious nerves that had been refined into years of life in the world, he would have collapsed completely.

Yu Xiaoting then hugged her arm with a slackening order and asked, "Your name is Zhuo Qiang?"

He nodded repeatedly.

"Legal representative of Zhaoling Art Collections Company, Jinxi City?"

Zhuo Qiang nodded again.

"Is Yuwen your eldest brother?"

He stopped and then realized that this terrible woman had the ability to touch her into the study without knowing it, and asked this question again. I guess everyone who should have asked for it was found out, and it was meaningless to conceal it.

"Yes, I... I am Lao Wu, I call me Wu Brother on the way."

"What did Shen Zhihua talk to you about?"

Zhuo Qiang's eyes showed resistance again, and Yu Xiaoting's face sank into the study and looked around.

Zhuo Qiang was frightened!

The four treasures of the study on the desk, inkstone screen, jade carvings; calligraphy and paintings on the wall; stone carvings on the mahogany flower stand in the corner; and the various rubbings in the bookcase are all antiques. If you pick them out, you will be worth tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands or even millions, and you can't be ruined anymore!

"He asked me to buy calligraphy and paintings of Song Dynasty, just like the ones that were burned just now," Zhuo Qiang said hurriedly, "The mainland market has been stolen by fakes. Shen Zhihua would rather believe in the Hong Kong auction company than afford the money..."

Yu Xiaoting looked at him coldly: "The truth you told?"
Chapter completed!