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Chapter 189: Peerless Famous Painting
Yixin Pavilion.
Everything was ready early in the morning.
A million-yen transaction is rare in the history of Yishinkaku.
The shopkeeper cannot come forward in such a matter and must avoid it, otherwise it will be used as an excuse to favor a certain party.
Therefore, all supervised transactions are conducted under the supervision of the most authoritative master master Han Xunlai.
Du Mingshan came with his youngest son Du Zhenxian.
Du Zhenchun is responsible for being with Colonel Fujiguchi Takeo.
For this million yen, Du Mingshan spent a lot of time in these three days.
After half a lifetime of hard work and savings, all the money in the bank was taken out.
The house was also mortgaged and part of it was borrowed, so that I could barely scrape together this large amount of money.
Du Mingshan must be more careful.
Han Xun came and asked people to serve tea to the Du family and his son, and chatted with them.
Du Mingshan was absent-minded and kept looking outside.
After a while, a young boy came in in a hurry: "Shanghai Manager Zhu and his butler have arrived."
"please."
Han Xunlai quickly stood up.
After a while, Meng Shaoyuan came with his butler Luo Yiyi.
"It's been a long time."
Meng Shaoyuan, who was at least an hour late, did not feel guilty at all. Instead, he said carelessly: "I drank late last night. If the housekeeper hadn't called me, I would still be asleep."
Du Mingshan glanced at the butler. He had a long beard and round-rimmed glasses. He was carrying a box in his right hand and a long painting tube in his left hand.
During the past three days, he also investigated "Zhu Yanfan" and found out that he did come to Xinjing with the housekeeper.
"Manager Zhu, let's start, then?" Du Mingshan couldn't wait.
"If you two have nothing else to do, please come with me."
Han Xunlai said respectfully.
"Bring it here, you wait here."
Meng Shaoyuan took the painting tube from Luo Yiyi: "Let's go."
What Han Xun came to arrange was a secret room in Yixin Pavilion.
Usually when people come here to sell or buy expensive antiques, they will be taken to such a secret room.
There was a table in the middle with nothing around it, which meant that there was absolutely no fraud.
A total of four people came in. Father and son Meng Shaoyuan, Han Xunlai, Du Mingshan and Du Zhenxian.
As soon as you enter, the door closes immediately.
The lights were on, there were no windows around, and the room was a little dark.
Meng Shaoyuan put the painting tube on the table, carefully took out the painting from it, and slowly unfolded the painting with the help of Han Xunlai.
There are movable picture clips specially used for pressing paintings on the four corners of the table. Han Xunlai carefully fixed the paintings and then turned on the light on the top. The light shone on the paintings, making them much brighter.
"Mr. Du Ge, please inspect the painting."
Meng Shaoyuan stretched out his hand.
Du Mingshan couldn't wait any longer. He took out his magnifying glass and approached the painting.
He looked very carefully.
There absolutely cannot be any mistakes.
One million yen!
Han Xun didn't want to watch it when he came here.
He is the middleman in this transaction. In order to uphold fairness, he must not help any party.
Time passes minute by minute.
Du Mingshan was not willing to let go of even a single corner of the entire painting.
Another hour passed in a blink of an eye.
Du Zhenxian quietly yawned a few times, obviously impatient.
Finally, Du Mingshan raised his head and rubbed his eyes.
Staring at a painting for a long time will definitely be too much for your eyes.
Han Xunlai understood this too well and immediately turned off the brightest light above him.
The room suddenly became dark again, and Du Mingshan felt more comfortable.
"Okay." He nodded: "Huantai, money."
"Father." Du Zhenxian called softly from behind.
"What's the matter?" Du Mingshan turned around and asked.
"Are you sure it's okay? One million." Du Zhenxian's voice was very low.
"It's not wrong." Du Mingshan was very sure of his judgment.
Du Zhenxian then took out the check from his body.
Du Mingshan took the check and turned to look at Meng Shaoyuan: "Manager Zhu, one million yen, the Central Bank of Manchukuo, can be withdrawn at any time."
Meng Shaoyuan took the check, checked it, and put it away: "Mr. Du Ge, the painting belongs to you."
Du Mingshan had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and without his son's help, he carefully rolled up the picture and put it back into the tube.
Holding the painting tube, he smiled meaningfully at Meng Shaoyuan: "Best wishes, manager, see you soon."
"See you later."
"Farewell!"
"Farewell."
Du Mingshan and his son left with the picture of dead wood and strange rocks.
He knew that Takeo Fujiguchi was leading the gendarmerie, waiting outside Yixin Pavilion to arrest Zhu Yanfan...
Meng Shaoyuan finally glanced at Luo and came out of Yixin Pavilion accompanied by Han Xun.
But as soon as they went out, they saw a Japanese colonel and two military policemen walking up to them: "Zhu Yanfan?"
"It's me, what's going on?" Meng Shaoyuan was confused.
"I am Takeo Fujiguchi of the Kanto Military Police!" Takeo Fujiguchi said aggressively, "You are not Zhu Yanfan, you are a spy sent by the Chinese. Catch me!"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Meng Shaoyuan was in a panic.
However, the Japanese military police's bayonets were already aimed at them.
Fujiguchi Takeo didn't give them any chance to tell the difference: "Is this a misunderstanding? Just follow me to the military police station and you will find out. Take all three of them away!"
"Ah?" Han Xun came and was dumbfounded: "Your Majesty Colonel, this has nothing to do with me."
"Stop talking nonsense and take them all away!"
"The Japanese are so cruel. They directly accused Zhu Yanfan of being a spy. Now this guy is scared to death." Du Mingshan watched from a distance and sighed.
"Old Han is quite unlucky." Du Zhenxian also sighed: "Now that I have entered the gendarmerie, I have to peel off every layer of my skin before I can get out."
In a blink of an eye, I saw Du Zhenxian also coming: "Brother, you go back with your father first, and I will go to the gendarmerie to find out the news."
"Second brother, and that one, don't forget it."
Takeo Fujiguchi came out of the Bank of Japan in Manchuria and got into the car: "Drive, get out of the city!"
The fully enclosed car whistled with a harsh whistle and roared away from here...
Outside Xinjing City.
Meng Shaoyuan and Luo got out of the car at a glance: "Butler, Lao Han, wait for me over there, and I will have a few words with the Colonel."
Luo Yiyan and Han Xunlai walked far away.
"Your Majesty Colonel, have you made a fortune this time?"
"I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich greatly."
Fujiguchi Takeo smiled happily and took out a check from his pocket: "This is your three hundred thousand, please check it."
Meng Shaoyuan put it in his pocket without even looking at it: "Your Excellency Colonel, remember what I said to you. If you want to smuggle again, go directly to Shanghai and send a telegram. I will be responsible for handling the shipment."
"I wish you well, sir. We are good friends."
Your fucking best friend.
Master, I must not leave a way out for myself. What if you, Takeo Fujiguchi, have evil intentions and want to steal this money and kill me directly outside Xinjing City?
I am not allowed to give you advice or advise you to smuggle to Shanghai to leave yourself a way out!
Any greedy person, when you help him make a lot of money, he will trust you unconditionally, and he will want to make more money from you in the future.
Takeo Fujiguchi is clearly such a person.
He also thinks about continuing to cooperate with "Zhu Yanfan" in the future so that he can make a lot of money again!
Fujiguchi Takeo took out another document: "This is a special pass from the Kanto Military Police. I issued it personally. For two people, you and your housekeeper, you can travel unhindered in Manchuria."
"Thank you, Colonel." Meng Shaoyuan took the special pass: "Go back quickly, the Du family is still waiting for you."
"We'll see you in the future, I wish you all the best, sir."
"See you in Shanghai, Your Majesty Colonel!"
Watching the car drive away, Luo Yiyi and Han Xunlai came over and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Why are you so calm? I was afraid that Takeo Fujiguchi would see the flaw in the car just now."
"Yes, I almost peeed in the car just now." Han Xunlai said with lingering fear.
"He won't. What he is thinking about is the hundreds of thousands of dollars." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Now that we have this special pass, we can leave Manchuria safely. Fisherman."
Fisherman!
Tian Kaiyi!
Seeing Tian Kaiyi's hand reaching for his beard, Meng Shaoyuan said hurriedly: "Don't move, beard and glasses, don't take them off before leaving Manchuria!"
The plan is this:
Let Tian Kaiyi pretend to be Meng Shaoyuan's housekeeper Luo Yiyan, and put on a fake beard and glasses.
If you look carefully, you will see the flaws. There is no makeup technique that can hide it.
But Colonel Fujiguchi, who was personally involved in the entire plan and was only thinking about money, would not pay attention to an insignificant butler!
Moreover, there is also Han Xun coming to cover.
Then, using the military police car and Colonel Fujiguchi, he left Xinjing in a swaggering manner!
At this time, the Japanese were still arresting "fishermen" everywhere!
Meng Shaoyuan succeeded!
"Let's go, there are still people waiting for us."
Meng Shaoyuan checked the time, and then his eyes fell on the box in Tian Kaiyi's hand: "Look at the things, there are national treasures in them."
Du Mingshan and his son stared at the room full of Japanese military police in stunned silence.
Fujiguchi Takeo said coldly: "Du Mingshan, the Emperor of Manchukuo has lost a famous painting. We have received reliable news that this famous painting is with you!"
"Your Majesty Colonel!"
A military policeman hurriedly came out of the back room, holding a microphone in his hand: "Found it."
"Open!"
The scroll unfolds.
Picture of dead wood and rocks!
"Du Mingshan, is this painting yours?"
"It's mine, Your Majesty Colonel, please listen to me explain to you..."
Du Mingshan was so distressed that he didn't want to take his eyes away from the scroll for a moment, but in the middle of his words, his expression suddenly changed. He came close to the scroll, looked at it carefully for a long time, and shouted loudly:
"No, this painting, this painting is not the one I saw! The color of the pen here is wrong!"
This is a picture of dead trees and strange rocks, but this is a fake!
Takeo Fujiguchi sneered: "I don't care if it's a real thing or a fake. Come back to the Gendarmerie with me. Du Mingshan, explain to me clearly why you have this painting and where is the real painting now!"
