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Jiang Qingli hung up the phone, feeling that the man was extremely strange.

What kind of good person could someone who could get to know Li Zhi be?

Erik had other things to do, so Jiang Qingli stopped bothering him.

She returned to her room. Since she had heard that there had been thefts of cultural relics in the local area, she first sent the arhat head and the seven paintings obtained from the auction to Sheng Huaigui.

Now that she knew that it was Kaplan who deliberately found someone to bid against her for more money, she was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Jiang Qingli sent the photos of the seven paintings she had already auctioned to Christie's auction house.

Not long after, the head of the auction house brought experts to Jiang Qingli's room.

During the Renaissance, a large number of world-famous artists emerged in Europe.

And Albert van Horst, with his few works, has left a pivotal position in the history of Western art.

And now, seven oil paintings suddenly appeared.

Christie's auction house took this matter very seriously and they immediately sent a team of experts to find Jiang Qingli in secret.

The expert team carefully examined the oil painting with ultraviolet light.

Jiang Qingli naturally knew what they were looking at.

Before these seven paintings were delivered, the art exhibition brochure introduced in detail the uniqueness of these seven paintings.

Because Albert van Horst created these paintings in the great Eastern country, using a unique type of pigment.

Under ultraviolet light, the original painting will appear in another color, more vivid and lively.

The pigment comes from a magical shellfish that has been extinct for centuries.

Therefore, these pigments are the anti-counterfeiting marks of these seven oil paintings.

Jiang Qingli was not worried about the identification at all.

Sure enough, when the ultraviolet light shone on it, all the expert group members present were immersed in shock.

However, these experts were so engrossed in the paintings before them that from their ecstatic expressions, it could be seen that they had forgotten the purpose of their visit.

I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"This is incredible!"

“This is definitely an authentic work by Albert van Horst!”

“MY GOD, I never thought I would be able to see Albert van Horst’s paintings in person!”

Seeing this, Jiang Qingli could only take the initiative to speak: "Hello? Can these paintings appear in the auction as soon as possible?"

The person in charge of the auction also realized his mistake. He straightened his clothes and said to Jiang Qingli, "Of course you can. The next auction will be tomorrow night. The names of these seven paintings will soon appear on the list of items for the next auction. Miss Jiang, have you decided on the starting price?"

Such a rare oil painting is naturally priceless.

The auctioneer can decide the auction price of the painting at his own discretion.

Jiang Qingli raised a finger without hesitation: "Ten billion dollars, one painting."

Ten billion US dollars for each painting!

Things have changed, and now it's her turn to ask for a big profit!

Afterwards, after Jiang Qingli signed the relevant insurance agreement with the auction house, the seven paintings were sent by the person in charge to the auction house's special safe.

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The next morning, Jiang Qingli came to the British Museum.

Since you are already here, you should naturally visit the local famous attractions.

However, she herself did not expect that she would feel so heavy-hearted when she walked out of the museum again.

Grief, sadness, powerlessness... complex emotions suddenly surged up.

She didn't notice for a moment that someone with ill intentions was already staring at her.

Suddenly, a man rushed past Jiang Qingli and snatched the backpack she had on her shoulders.

Jiang Qingli: !!!

She subconsciously followed forward, trying to grab her backpack back.

She chased the man for several blocks and finally came to a dead end, where the man who stole her bag was forced to stop.

At this time, Jiang Qingli suddenly found that a dozen strong men with baseball bats suddenly appeared behind her.

Tattoos, sunglasses, scars...

The underworld temperament is simply too obvious.

In the past, she would have been helpless in this situation.

But who could blame her for having already been learning from Sheng Huaigui and Suo Xiuming for several months?

In terms of muscles and brute force, she certainly can't compare, but she knows how to use tricks.

"what!"

"what!"

"HELP! Help!"

"Chinese! Chinese Kung Fu!"

Screams were heard one after another in the alley.

Jiang Qingli stepped forward, picked up her backpack from the ground, and stepped over the dozen or so strong men lying on the ground.

There was still someone who was unwilling to give up and wanted to step forward to stop Jiang Qingli, but even though he tried his best, he could only crawl on the ground.

A sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously in Jiang Qingli's heart.

These people now have numbness in their hands, legs and bodies.

"Are you kidding? Did I learn the twelve meridians for nothing?"

Unfortunately, it seemed like God was playing a joke on her.

When Jiang Qingli walked out of the alley with her backpack, several cars suddenly drove up and blocked her way.

A number of strong men got off the car.

But that's not the point. The point is that someone has a fully turned chain saw in their hands.

A series of continuous and rapid "buzzing" sounds intertwined together, like a dense swarm of bees flapping their wings beside the ears.

Jiang Qingli: . . . . . .

At this time, the leader stepped forward and said to her, "Come with us."

Jiang Qingli: "Impossible!"

Jiang Qingli stepped back, but now she was surrounded and the buzzing sound of the chainsaw surrounded her ears.

She was forced to give in. . .

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Jiang Qingli had a black cloth on her head and was sitting in the back seat of the car.

The car turned many times and finally stopped after a long while.

Jiang Qingli was pulled out of the car and then held hostage by two people and taken into a room.

Only then was the black cloth on her head removed.

The man in front of him was tall and muscular, wearing a well-tailored dark windbreaker that concealed some of his sharpness while revealing an unspoken majesty.

His face was cold and deep, with clear contours.

A carefully groomed short hair, slightly messy but still elegant, with a few strands of silver faintly visible among the black hair.

Like a character from an old movie.

The man lit the cigar gracefully, then held it in his hand, looking leisurely at Jiang Qingli, whose hands were tied behind her back.

“Chinese?”

Jiang Qingli looked alert: "What do you want to do?"

The man suddenly smiled, and then said: "I like Chinese culture very much. You have an old saying, 'A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure.'"

Then, the man threw a cell phone to Jiang Qingli: "Call your family and ask them to send all the antiques over. Otherwise..."

A dagger was stuck on the table, and the man's smile became even more creepy: "I will send you back piece by piece."

Jiang Qingli's brain was working rapidly.

After thinking of a solution, she was able to calm down: "Since you know so much about our traditional culture, you should know what a 'Taoist priest' is. It's what you Westerners call a wizard."

After saying that, Jiang Qingli began to count with her fingers with the hands tied behind her back.

Fortunately, I learned something from Taoist Master Lingfeng in the past few months!

Then, Jiang Qingli told him everything she had figured out: "Your wife ran away with someone else. You were ambushed by them and almost died. Then you had a headache every night."

Hearing this, the man in front of him turned pale, while the people standing nearby who obviously didn't know about this suddenly burst into laughter.

"Our boss has no women!"

"Hahahaha the story you made up is really funny."

Jiang Qingli stared at the man called "Boss": "Because this happened 30 years ago. Do you need me to continue?"

After hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the man's brows.

He stared at Jiang Qingli for a long while, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "The story is well written, but you can't leave without seeing the antiques."

Jiang Qingli sighed inwardly, it was indeed not easy to deal with.

Then she added: "Let me go, I am not an ordinary wizard, I can communicate with the gods."

After that, the people present laughed even louder.

Jiang Qingli: "Don't believe it? Then untie me and I can show you right there. With so many of you, are you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to run away?"

Hearing this, the "boss" winked at his younger brother.

Jiang Qingli's hands, which were tied behind her back, were finally freed.

She moved her wrists, then took off the coral-red bracelet from her wrist and placed it on the table in front of her.

She then said to the "Boss": "I need a red pen and yellow paper. Only with these two things can I communicate with the gods."

Hearing this, the "boss" opened the drawer of the table with great interest and took out a pen, a bottle of red ink and a piece of kraft paper.

He now had the look of a spectator watching a play, ready to enjoy Jiang Qingli's performance.

After Jiang Qingli got the paper and pen, she first pretended to draw a talisman. Then, in order to prevent the person in front of her from recognizing her, Jiang Qingli deliberately wrote a line of words in the language of the Daning Dynasty:

[My Lord, please cooperate with me in this drama! If you see this paper, send me three messages!]

Sheng Huaigui, like her, has now transferred the entrance to the space-time channel to his personal belongings.

Therefore, Jiang Qingli could be sure that Sheng Huaigui would definitely see this paper.

Jiang Qingli then wrote down her plan in detail on the paper.

After such a long period of contact and familiarity, she can now read and use the characters of the Da Ning Dynasty with almost no obstacles.

After writing, Jiang Qingli simply folded the paper.

Then he placed the paper in his palms, held it above his head and pretended to recite two verses of scriptures, then brought the paper close to the coral red bracelet on the table.

In the blink of an eye, the paper disappeared.

At this moment, the gang members present suddenly widened their eyes.

Their heads immediately popped up, trying to see where the paper had gone.

Someone pointed at Jiang Qingli and said, "You hid it!"

Jiang Qingli spread out her hands to show everyone.

At this moment, she felt the cell phone in her pocket vibrate three times.

It seems that Sheng Huaigui has received it.

Jiang Qingli pretended to be supernatural: "It was sent to the gods. Now, don't blink your eyes."

Then, he muttered to himself again.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance came.

A small lit incense burner suddenly appeared on the table.

This scared the gang members present.

Some people suddenly took a big step back, and some kept rubbing their eyes.

Even the "gang boss" couldn't control the shock on his face and stood up subconsciously.

But he still insisted: "This! This is magic! There are no gods in this world!"

But the panic in his eyes couldn't be deceived.

At this time, Jiang Qingli felt her cell phone vibrate three times again.

Jiang Qingli then continued, "This incense burner is just a tool for me to communicate with the gods. You actually dared to arrest me and threaten me today. My guardian angel will not let you go!"

Then she closed her eyes and pretended to listen.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingli opened her eyes, and swept her cold gaze over the people present, then said: "The God is about to appear."

Before everyone could react, a strange man suddenly appeared in front of them!

Oriental faces, oriental clothing!

This scared everyone!

A piece of paper and a small incense burner could temporarily deceive themselves with magic, but the sudden appearance of a living person made it impossible for them to deceive themselves.

Some people even collapsed to the ground due to their legs going limp.

Some people have even started kneeling and kowtowing.

At this moment, even the "gang boss" suddenly fell into his chair.

The oriental-faced man who suddenly appeared had his eyes wide open with anger and a long sword in his hand. He took two steps forward and then drew out the sword, which flashed a sinister cold light.

With one swipe of the sword, the wooden table in front of him was instantly split in half.

Then the man disappeared again.

The gang members present had already turned pale.

Jiang Qingli: "Do you believe in the existence of gods now?"

Everyone nodded like garlic.

Jiang Qingli pretended to be serious and asked, "Then do you... believe in curses?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was suddenly panicked.

Someone knelt and kowtowed to Jiang Qingli: "If you want to blame someone for this, blame Kaplan! It's all because he sent someone to our territory yesterday to show off! He said that he had reached a cooperation with a young girl who owns many antiques!"

At this time, the "gangster boss" clasped his hands together and bowed to the incense burner and Jiang Qingli respectively, and then said:

"Yes, this matter was indeed instigated by Kaplan. But we can do anything to make up for it. Please don't let the gods curse us."

Jiang Qingli folded her hands in front of her, thought briefly for a while, and then said: "Since he is the root of all evil, only when Kaplan is punished can the evil in you be eliminated. How to do it specifically, you can figure it out by yourselves. Now, send me back."

Hearing this, everyone began to invite him out in a panic.

I didn't even dare to let her wear the black hood.

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At the auction site, the second auction officially began.

The first product to come on stage was a painting by Albert van Horst.

Kaplan stared at the painting, determined to get it.

At this time, the auctioneer said the introduction of the painting, but Kaplan could no longer hear anything.

“The starting price is $200 billion!”

When the auctioneer announced the price, Kaplan's eyes widened.

How come the price is twice as high as the initial offer? !

He was about to turn around and find the person in charge of the auction to find out what was going on when suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It’s Jiang Qingli!

Shouldn't she have been captured by the Lightning Gang by now? !

At this time, the waiter suddenly brought over a note.

Kaplan opened it curiously and saw a sentence written on it:

[Mr. Kaplan, you are not the only one who raises the price temporarily. ——JIANG]