Steven nodded. He was just too shocked. There were so many stolen top works of art from major museums in this underground secret room. If this news were leaked, the whole world would be shocked.

He walked up to the eighth oil painting and said after a few minutes: "This is Renoir's masterpiece "Madeline with Daisies"."

Then he took two steps and looked at the ninth painting. 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."

"This 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 "The Man and the Lady in Black."

Li Mo followed and looked behind, and he also found the author's explicit or implicit signatures 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 if it can be collected here, it must mean that its value is very high.

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

Li Mo touched his chin and followed them one by one, nodding his head. Although he didn't understand the art of oil painting, he just 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 in Auvers-sur-Oise"."

"Yeah, I've bought a few Cézanne's works in Europe before, and they're very good."

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

Li Mo turned to look. He was very familiar with this oil painting. Such a top-notch work had appeared many times in the textbook, and it was Munch's "The Scream".

"Steven, what's weird about this?"

Steven thought for a moment and said: "This Munch masterpiece was stolen and then found again. How could it appear here?"

He looked at the next painting and said, "It's really weird. It was the Madonna in front of me that was stolen together with "The Scream". Mr. Qin, either the two Munch works here are fake, or they were lost and recovered.

The two paintings are fake, what do you think?"

"What else is there to see? If this place was fake, they wouldn't have gone to great lengths to hide it here. The thieves are not stupid, so how could they not be able to tell the difference between the real thing and the fake one? From what I see, 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 paintings are all works by Rubens. Mr. Qin, I have now confirmed that the hangings in the secret room are

All works of art have been stolen, and 13 of them were stolen from the Boston Museum. I once heard from seniors in the industry that the market value of those 13 stolen paintings is now at least US$3 billion.

knife."

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

Li Mo pointed around.

"I estimate it will not be less than four billion US dollars. However, Mr. Qin, these oil paintings are top-notch works of art stolen from major museums. Once they are revealed, the sensation caused will definitely be no less than a magnitude 10 earthquake." Shi

Tiwen said this, then he raised his brows and said, "What I said is wrong. The thirteen top-level works of art stolen from the Boston Museum have all passed the prosecution period. If Mr. Qin wants to use his brain, he can start with that.

Let’s start with thirteen famous paintings.”

"Is there anything else?"

Li Mo was originally thinking about what to do with this batch of top-notch artworks. Since some oil paintings could be used for speculation, he really had to think about it carefully.

"Mr. Qin, it's best to keep these famous paintings in the air all night long, otherwise the night will be long and full of dreams. In fact, the Boston police have never given up on tracking down the stolen famous paintings, and even offered a high price of five million US dollars."

At this time, Li Mo glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Five million US dollars is really a lot of money. With this bonus, you can live and drink for the rest of your life."

Steven reacted quickly, and said with a serious look: "Mr. Qin, don't worry, although I have an American skin, my heart is from China. I believe that as long as I serve Mr. Qin well, I can 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, working with him, a mere five million dollars is nothing.

"Thank you Mr. Qin. From now on I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Li Mo patted him on the shoulder. He liked 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 popped up with a sculpture in it.

, not exactly a sculpture either.

"Steven, there's another good thing here."

Steven quickly walked over and stretched his head to take a look, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is a gold sculpture 'Salt Dish' created by the famous Italian artist Cellini in the 16th century. It was specially carved for King Francis I.

Among the top stolen works of art, this one is worth at least 60 million U.S. dollars, and its historical value is immeasurable. Mr. Qin, we’d better sort out and transport them all as soon as possible."

He was more anxious than Li Mo.

"We're hungry, let's go back and eat first."

A group of people came out of the secret room. Li Mo walked and said to Dashan: "Can more people be mobilized? All antiques and artworks found here, as well as all the antiques in the embassy, ​​must be transported back to the country first. Especially this secret room.

The storage of artworks in this place is very demanding on the environment, and they need to be relocated once they leave here.”

"As long as you have needs, it doesn't matter how many people you mobilize. It's daytime in China. If you urgently mobilize people, they will be in place tomorrow."

"Okay, you can bring over thirty more people, and all the expenses will be mine."

"clear."

The group of people returned to the antique store lobby.

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

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

"We were all standing and eating together."

Dashan came out of the bedroom after contacting the country and nodded towards Li Mo.

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

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

The manpower and vehicles mobilized from Washington set out at around four o'clock in the afternoon and arrived at around ten o'clock in the evening. However, they all stayed in the car and did not start taking action until twelve o'clock.

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

"Da Shan, except for the four of you who are staying behind, all the others will escort the convoy back to the embassy. No room will be missed. Once there, don't come out for the time being. The manpower 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 to the country. If everything goes well, they can land safely at Kyoto International Airport the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, once the embassy has made arrangements, tell me the exact time, and I will arrange my own manpower to hand over."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Li Mo stood on the broad avenue in front of the antique shop, watching the five cars disappear into the night. Looking at his phone, he saw that it was already past two in the morning, but he was not sleepy at all.

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

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

Li Mo turned around and smiled at him.

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

Li Mo waved his hand and said: "Mr. Sima's words are serious. Maybe we will all be colleagues in the future. You are a great talent and have not made any unforgivable mistakes. It would be a pity to bury your talents in a foreign country."

Sima Haotian moved the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath. He used to be dissatisfied with Li Mo, but now he is convinced.
Chapter completed!