The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

On the street, a whole row of speeding cars roared past, engulfing the shocked voices of passers-by.

All of them are bulletproof series, and the minimum price of each car is five million.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, all the workers going to work stopped to look at this.

Only after the convoy passed did they come back to their senses and recall the shocking scene.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the capital city. Such scenes from novels can also be encountered by working people like them, which is really eye-opening.

When most car owners encounter this situation, they will choose to give way.

But there is one exception.

In one of the cars in the middle, the earphone in Frost's ear suddenly rang twice. She looked outside, then lowered her eyes and listened.

"Master, there's a white Audi behind us. It's been following us since we crossed the fork in the road before Wolong Bridge."

Frost looked in the direction he said, and saw the car speeding towards them.

She frowned and gave cold orders to the person on the other end of the headset.

"Speed up, tell everyone to be careful of this car. If you hear any movement, stop it immediately. The young lady just got back. If we hurt her, we won't be able to survive."

The person on the other end responded.

The Xiao family’s license plate number is so easy to recognize that almost everyone in the circle knows that their license plate is the birthday of the missing lady.

This means that if anyone wants to attack the Xiao family, it is very easy, just find the license plate.

This is also the reason why the Xiao family always travels in bulletproof cars.

Among them, Xiao Qingdai's is the easiest to recognize, as hers is Qingqing's complete birthday.

I have been using it for more than three years since my child went missing.

Just one minute after Frost gave the order, the white Audi stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, as if it was about to fly off the ground.

The driver seemed to have the intention of dying together as he sped towards Xiao Qingdai's car.

"Bang!" A huge crash sounded.

The tires made a harsh friction sound against the ground. A black car intercepted it halfway and parked between it and the car Xiao Qingdai was sitting in.

Immediately afterwards, another car from behind rushed up and hit the body of the white car.

They only retreated after the white car overturned.

There was no obvious damage on the two black cars, but the white car looked terrible.

The car windows shattered and the front of the car was severely deformed.

The headlights were all broken, like those hopelessly scrapped cars in an abandoned garage.

The bodyguard opened the car door and got out. He walked to the overturned white car, forcefully opened the deformed door, unbuckled the seat belt, and dragged out the man with blood all over his head from the driver's seat.

He already looked ferocious, and now he was full of murderous intent. If he stood in front of Qingqing and acted aggressively, she would be scared to tears.

"Damn it! You even dared to crash into our master's car. Are you tired of living?"

The others also got out of the car, and by chance, someone recognized the man's identity.

He was dying and his consciousness was blurred, but he was still shouting.

"Give me back my painting. I don't want money. I want my painting!"

The man who caused trouble at Yuedutai in the morning now had a crazy look on his face, and with his hideous wounds, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"You bandits! I want my painting!"

He was beaten into the hospital by people from Yuedutai in the morning. After falling into a coma, he dreamed of his dead father. In addition, his grandfather, great-grandfather, ancestors above him, and several generations of people were also present.

Without exception, they all picked up sticks and beat him, saying that he was a spendthrift, an unfilial son, and wanted to kick him out of the house.

After being awakened by the shock, he checked his cell phone and found that someone from Yuedutai had transferred a huge sum of more than 30 million yuan to him.

When he saw this huge sum of money, his cell phone fell to the ground, his face turned pale, and his heart was dead.

Because he knew that the auction was over and his heirloom had been bought by someone, that's why Yue Du Tai would give him a share of the profits.

Overwhelmed by remorse and anger, he paid to rent a car.

After the Wen Tian Bell rang at Yue Du Terrace in the morning, many members of the Xiao family went to the hospital, so he was waiting at a certain intersection outside the hospital.

After squatting for four hours, he finally got what he wanted.

He lost his mind and just crashed into it.

After knowing the whole story, Shuangjiang walked towards Xiao Qingdai's car.

The car window slowly rolled down and her voice was low and calm.

"Master, this guy signed a contract with Yue Du Tai to auction the items, but he suddenly changed his mind the day before the auction. He went in with the invitation letter from the sender and caused trouble. The Fourth Young Master broke his arm, and then he was beaten out by Yue Du Tai's colleagues. The auction ended this morning, and after the items were delivered, Yue Du Tai deducted a portion of the handling fee and transferred the remaining money to him."

Qingqing looked outside with curiosity, but she couldn't see anything from this angle, so she wanted to climb onto Xiao Qingdai.

Xiao Qingdai quickly reached out to support her, fearing that she would fall.

She really likes to see Qingqing's lively expressions, curious, happy, excited, and all kinds of...

Even my heartbeat slowed down when I held her in my arms.

Her Qingqing is the cutest no matter what.

In connivance, Xiao Qingdai protected her and turned to ask the people outside the car, "What is his auction item?"

Shuangjiang took out his mobile phone, searched on it for a few seconds, then clicked on a high-definition picture of a painting and handed it to Xiao Qingdai through the car window.

"Look, this is it, Patriarch."

Xiao Qingdai opened it and looked at it for a long time, taking in the layout of the painting, the skill and brushwork, the poem mentioned above, and the material of the scroll...

She didn't raise her head, and her voice seemed to contain something strange. "What's that person's name?"

Shuangjiang thought about it and realized that her subordinates had just shown her the information.

"My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Bingyu."

“Who bought this painting?”

"The Ji family in Beijing, Mr. Ji loves ancient paintings, and his daughter-in-law took these photos."

Xiao Qingdai hummed lightly, returned the phone to Shuangjiang, and said casually, "I bought it as a private collector."

The voice is cool and elegant, without any ripples.

Shuangjiang was stunned. Although the Xiao family had a rule not to ask too many questions, she had been with Xiao Qingdai for a long time, so it was possible for her to cross the line appropriately.

So she asked, puzzled.

Xiao Qingdai really didn't mind. She spoke slowly and leisurely.

"In the mid-to-late Southern Dynasty, there was a corrupt official named Shang Congxian who loved to collect famous paintings. To prevent the emperor from being suspicious of the excessive number of paintings in his home, he hired a famous forger from the public."

"Besides forgery, the master also had a unique skill: he could cover up the true appearance of a famous painting with another painting of inferior quality. Nowadays, we call it a painting within a painting."

With this mentioned, Shuangjiang suddenly understood.

She had also heard of that story. Her master had told her when she first started in the industry, "Master, I remember that the master of counterfeiting was called Zhou Yi."

"Yeah, the same last name as the guy outside."

Zhou Yi's counterfeiting skills not only deceived the world, but also deceived the corrupt official Shang Congxian.

So they kept the painting and passed it down from generation to generation until now.

If Zhou Bingyu had not been greedy and brought the painting to the capital for auction, who knows how many more years its true appearance would have remained hidden under the veil.

But it seems that this person is not aware of it.

It is understandable if you think about the situation at that time, where corrupt officials were in power.

After Zhou Yi replaced the painting, he was worried all day long and soon died of excessive worry. He passed away in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to tell his family.

Shuangjiang hurried to do it. Just as he was about to turn around, Zhou Bingyu, who was thrown to the ground, somehow found the strength to get up and cursed Xiao Qingdai viciously.

"Your Xiao family's daughter deserves to die. God, you bandits deserve to have no descendants!"