My Cats are All Bigshots

Wen Xin was a little dumbfounded.

No one, because the woman in this painting looks so much like herself... What's even more amazing is that there are several cats surrounding this woman!

Wen Xin carefully observed the details of the painting again. The more he looked at it, the more intimate he felt.

It's as if I have seen this painting somewhere.

She couldn't help but raised her head to look at Qi Zheng: "How did you find out?"

"Coincidentally saw it." Qi Zheng's expression was very indifferent, as if he hadn't paid much attention to this painting.

However, the manager of the auction house next to him betrayed him: "Mr. Qi paid attention to this painting very early after learning the news, and specifically told us to pay attention to the auction time."

"Ahem -"

Qi Zheng coughed unnaturally, turned his head, and staggered Wen Xin's probing eyes.

Wen Xin smiled to himself.

However, the paintings are beautiful and the content is vivid.

But appearing at the auction house proves that this is an antique, right?

That price...

Wen Xin glanced at the painting secretly, trying to find any place in the painting that could show its worth, but unfortunately, nothing was found.

Qi Zheng said: "I will ask someone to move the painting and the cabinet to the villa later."

In front of everyone, Wen Xin thought for a while and didn't refute.

The managers and employees of the auction house all smiled, and they could see that they did make a lot of money in this transaction.

The collection itself was only worth one million, and finally sold for a price of ten million. This was unexpected by everyone, but it is hard to buy a big money.

For the prince of the Qi family, spending 10 million to buy paintings to make his girlfriend happy is not a matter of fingertips.

It's a pity that the guests in Box 23 were miserable.

It depends on the situation that I really want to buy it, but when I meet Qi Zheng this iron plate, I can only consider myself unlucky.

**

Box 23.

Lin An was expressionless sitting on the sofa.

Qin Xiuwen shivered beside him.

It's been a long time since he had seen Lin An look like this. Although this kid looks colder in normal times, it still belongs to the category of human communication. If someone really makes him angry...

Qin Xiuwen couldn't help but think of some unharmonious pictures.

He shuddered, and forced a smile on himself: "Xiao'an, or forget it, the other party is really rich, we can't fight it, you want accurate records and information, which will be more comprehensive in the ancient books that will be auctioned later. "

Lin An obviously didn't take his words into his head, but after a short period of thought, he dialed the auction house's service number.

Two minutes later, a tall and thin staff member wearing glasses pushed open the box door.

The tall man asked politely: "Do you have any needs, please?"

Lin An glanced at him: "Who bought the meticulous painting just now?"

The tall man didn't change his face and replied in an official tone: "Sorry, Mr., this belongs to the customer**, I can't disclose it to you."

"I now suspect that the auction items auctioned by your auction house are illegal resale cultural relics." Lin An chuckled lightly, eyes

There was a hint of cunning in the gods: "I guess, you don't want me to reveal it."

The tall man's face was a bit ugly at first, but it was still in control.

In auction houses, there are people from all walks of life, and it is not uncommon to encounter such difficulties.

The best way to deal with it at this time is to hold on first and see if he really has some evidence.

But the tall guy didn't expect that in the next second, Lin An took out a certificate from Qin Xiuwen's pocket: "Introduce, this one next to me, the professor of the School of Archaeology and History at Comwest University."

Tall:"……"

This is coming prepared, fairy jump?

At this time, Qin Xiuwen, who was driven by the ducks by Lin An, gave Lin An a frantic wink.

Collect this line, saying that there are no tricks are fake.

The reason why he was able to get mixed up like this is because he has a good relationship with these big collectors, but if these people know that he goes out and smashes people, it may be difficult for him to see something good in the future.

Lin An glared at him: Be quiet!

Qin Xiuwen fainted immediately.

On the other side, the taller has been in this industry for a long time and naturally has some experience, but his level is not enough to deal with the current incident, so he immediately wanted to find a manager to solve this difficult problem.

But before he could speak, Lin An saw through the attempt again.

Lin An said, "Actually, I don't want to embarrass you. You just need to tell me who is the one who is fighting with me for painting."

A bean-sized cold sweat broke out in front of his tall forehead, and he pressed his lips tightly without speaking.

Lin An asked again: "Qi Zheng?"

The tall man's eyes were obviously panicked.

Lin An had a count in his heart, and waved to the taller: "Okay, I know, you can go down."

The tall man hesitated to speak and stopped: "That..."

Lin An sat down on the sofa in his spare time: "I didn't say anything."

The tall guy knew that he didn't intend to pursue it, he was greatly relieved, and quickly opened the door and left.

As soon as the person left, Qin Xiuwen couldn't wait to pull Lin An's clothes: "What the **** are you doing, do you know if this goes out, I might lose my job!"

"What are you afraid of, don't you really rely on this to eat?" Lin An asked him back.

"That's true..." Qin Xiuwen scratched his head and finally calmed down, "But how do you know who is arguing with you?"

"Guess." Lin An said.

Qin Xiuwen was full of unbelief.

But no matter how he asked, Lin An couldn't tell why.

He knew that Lin An must have something to hide from him, but this is not the point. The point is that Qin Xiuwen is very curious, why after confirming that this painting was bought by Qi Zheng, Lin An showed the kind of intensity Suddenly disappeared...

**

Twenty minutes later, the ancient books in Qin Xiuwen's mouth began to be officially auctioned.

Compared with the intuitive Meticulous Painting, the market for ancient books has never been so good. In addition, this ancient book, like the Meticulous Painting, is a work without any signature.

For collectors who appear in auction houses, there is almost no collection significance.

So Lin An successfully photographed the ancient book with a price of 510,000 yuan.

After taking the photo,

The remaining collections were not attractive to him, so he contacted the staff of the auction house and planned to leave early after payment.

The purpose of Qin Xiuwen's trip is precisely this book.

Therefore, he seemed extremely excited along the way, and kept chanting some sentences that laymen could not understand.

But Lin An heard clearly.

He knows that Qin Xiuwen intends to cooperate with him to jointly develop this subject.

Although Qin Xiuwen has a great leap from his major, the matter itself is not simply a biological mystery. Qin Xiuwen can overturn some previous academic conclusions from his own field.

Whether it is for himself or for Qin Xiuwen, this matter is profitable but harmless.

He wants the truth, and Qin Xiuwen wants results, and they all get what they need.

...

"Although I have only read it once, I can assure you that every word I say is true." Inside the hotel, Qin Xiuwen rubbed his hands with excitement.

Lin An held his breath and concentrated, his keen eyes never left the page of the book.

Obviously, this is a county chronicle.

In ancient China, the habit of writing county chronicles was retained in many places. For historians, county chronicles are one of the best written materials for investigating local customs.

Although Lin An's major has never been involved in ancient Chinese, he still understood the things recorded in this book with his superb memory and understanding ability.

It is recorded in the county chronicles that there is a place called Fengxi Mountain.

Fengxi Mountain has beautiful scenery and rich products, and a group of special people live in the mountain.

These ethnic people are isolated from the world and rarely deal with the villagers down the mountain. However, it is strange that their lives are very rich, even in the years of famine and drought, they are not affected in any way.

Some people say that this is because these people have worshipped the river **** of Fengxi for generations.

The river **** of Fengxi is a beautiful fairy who will bless her followers and bless them to be healthy and prosperous.

Seeing this, it still belongs to the scope of normal understanding.

But then, the writer of the county annals changed his pen and suddenly began to describe the magic of the people living on Fengxi Mountain.

In the beginning, some villagers discovered that in the era of rat flooding, the entire Fengxi Mountain could not be seen by a single mouse. Later, everyone thought it was a certain plant in Fengxi Mountain that had the function of repelling rats, and they came Tree felling on the mountain.

Unexpectedly, there are many big cats living in the seemingly quiet and beautiful Fengxi Mountain.

These cats have a strong body and deep eyes, which are very different from ordinary domestic cats. They are also very spiritual and cannot be captured at all.

Gradually, the villagers rumored that these cats were actually changed by the Fengxishan tribe.

The author of the county chronicles was skeptical of this rumor, so one day he went into the mountains to visit the Fengxi tribe. Who knew that day, he saw with his own eyes, a howling and crying child turned into a black face in front of him. kitten.

...

"Look, I was right." Qin Xiuwen's tone was full of pride.

"This record may not be true." Lin An's expression remained unchanged.

"If you just look at the records, it naturally cannot be used as decisive evidence." Qin Xiuwenxiao

Wingfully turned the book back a page, his eyes showed a trace of enthusiasm: "But if it is combined with the real case you said, it is not necessarily."

Lin An pursed his lips and said nothing.

Indeed, in order to ask Qin Xiuwen to help, he gave him some vague clues.

Qin Xiuwen's purpose is very clear, he wants to rely on this subject to be a blockbuster in the industry.

But if things are exposed, the few people who still have a peaceful life, including Wen Xin, will undoubtedly be greatly affected...even destroyed.

"It's very interesting to look at here again." Qin Xiuwen interrupted Lin An's thoughts, pointed to a record with his gloved fingers, and smiled: "It turns out that this tribe couldn't control himself to become a human before he became an adult. In time, only after adulthood can you freely switch between cat and human forms."

"Adult?" Lin An snorted in his heart.

It turned out that he could not control his recovery time because he did not reach adulthood.

No, he is fine.

The other cats are all real adults.

and so……

Jingle bell, Jingle bell——

A phone ring rang suddenly.

Qin Xiuwen frowned and was about to hang up directly, but saw two big characters on the phone screen:

Lin Hai.

Qin Xiuwen snarled in Lin An's direction: "Your father."