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Lin Zizhou shook his head with a smile: "Others like to put gold on their faces, why is it the other way around here?"

"Qingshan, no matter what, your signature is on the book, and half of the manuscript fee is paid by you. It can't be fake, right?"

"It's better not to publicize this aspect, so as not to be ridiculous." Liu Qingshan knew his own level, and he refused to agree to it, so Lin Zizhou could only give up.

After Lin Zizhou's interview team finished the interview task, Liu Qingshan quietly handed him the five-color parrot picture and asked him to pass it to Uncle Lu.

He couldn't spare time by himself, and he was worried about entrusting it to others. Lin Zizhou was a good candidate.

They brought along with them [-] U.S. dollars, which will be used as activity expenses for Mr. Maoer and the others.

This is a part of the manuscript fee. This money took a lot of effort. It was impossible to cash the check in the county or even in Songjiang City. Liu Qingshan ran to Chuncheng to withdraw the money.

The remaining 40 US dollars will be kept at home, and the remaining [-] US dollars will be taken directly to Heihe.

After all, the U.S. dollar is now a hard currency in the world, and the old man also recognizes it.

Liu Qingshan reckoned that Maozi's side has already appeared in chaos, and many people in power are thinking about making a fortune and running away, and then go to the western countries to be free and easy.

The ruble in their own country is not easy to use in those countries.

Lin Zizhou smacked his lips when he saw that Liu Qingshan took out so much foreign currency. Last time, he helped to carry it back. Is this Qingshan really willing?

So he couldn't help persuading him: "Qingshan, good steel is used on the blade, this money..."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle, this money is mainly used to buy antiques from the Friendship Store. It would be a pity if the good things of our country flow abroad."

"It's like this picture of a five-color parrot. It first lived in an island country, and then moved to the United States. If it didn't happen that I had a painting by Van Gogh, would it be possible to get it back so smoothly?"

Lin Zizhou had nothing to say about this practice, so he had to accept the money silently.

Then I heard Liu Qingshan slamming his lips at the bar: "That's Van Gogh. If it's up for auction, it's like playing for tens of millions of dollars. Uncle, do you think I lost a lot this time?"

As a reporter, Lin Zizhou also knew a little about the situation of art auctions, and he knew that what Liu Qingshan said was true.

But that's not how the account was calculated, so he put on a straight face: "This picture of a five-color parrot is even more priceless!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Liu Qingshan, who was looking at him with a smile, not showing any signs of losing money, obviously smiling like a fox who stole a chick.

So Lin Zizhou glared at Liu Qingshan angrily: "You'd better keep a low profile about this matter and try not to spread it to the outside world, otherwise, I'm afraid it will not be safe in the future."

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes twice, and understood Lin Zizhou's intention.

If some people know about this kind of returning national treasure, they will definitely ask him to dedicate it to the country under the guise of national righteousness.

Not to mention the current era, even decades later, this situation cannot be completely avoided.

Liu Qingshan hadn't really thought about this point, and these days, he's happy to be patronizing.

So he nodded to Lin Zizhou: "Uncle, I know, I will definitely not shout all over the world."

He wanted to keep a low profile, but someone was high profile; Liu Qingshan didn't want to shout, but someone wanted to shout all over the world.

A few days later, Lin Zizhou called and told Liu Qingshan bad news: after returning to China, that Robert Lee, also known as Xiao Li, was interviewed and spread the news of the exchange of Van Gogh's famous painting "Starry Sky".

Van Gogh's paintings have been very popular in the past two years, so the news caused a sensation all at once.

Oil paintings worth at least 5000 million US dollars have settled in the Boston Museum.

Even some newspapers in the United States, in order to attract attention, even come up with such headlines.

It was okay at the beginning, both Xiao Li and John gave a fair evaluation of this transaction.

But there are always those media who are afraid of chaos in the world, and start to praise Xiao Li, but at the same time belittle the five-color parrot picture.

For a while, it was not chaotic.

It was first reprinted on Hong Kong Island, and then spread to Yangcheng. Some newspapers in the south were the first to disclose the matter.

Although their reports were very positive, claiming to welcome the national treasure "Five-Colored Parrot Picture" back home, the news eventually spread.

Putting down the phone, Liu Qingshan rubbed his temples: Xiao Li, can't you keep a low profile?

How did he know that the current Xiao Li is enjoying the spring breeze.

And this guy is not stupid at all. With this wave of popularity, the sales volume of the Jurassic Park book has seen an increase. His reputation, of course, has also increased.

However, his blundering has caused Liu Qingshan a lot of trouble. Lin Zizhou said on the phone: "There is already an expert from the Palace Museum who asked him for Liu Qingshan's contact information. It is ready to verify the authenticity."

And what the expert said was that he was going to persuade Liu Qingshan to transfer this national treasure-level painting to a museum for collection.

not good!

Liu Qingshan immediately realized that something was wrong, the identification and so on were all a cover, and who might have the identification.

Even if he spends money to buy it from him, Liu Qingshan will not do it, he is not short of money.

Besides, he doesn't believe that the other party can come up with 5000 million US dollars. After all, this picture of a five-color parrot and the starry sky used for exchange are worth this amount at a conservative valuation.

Liu Qingshan is well aware of the pressure of public opinion. When the time comes, a big hat of national righteousness will be buckled, what do you think?

Of course he was not reconciled to handing over the paintings.

If you don't pay, those people will definitely not be reconciled.

If his mouth is crooked, he might ruin his reputation.

I'm afraid that the positive image that I have worked so hard to accumulate in the past two years will be completely destroyed by these people in an instant.

If you can't offend us, you can afford to hide, Liu Qingshan originally planned to leave for Heihe, now, he has to go out to avoid the limelight.

It's already the beginning of December, and the border trade should officially start in January, so it's time to go.

At home and in the village, during the winter break, there was nothing to be busy with, so Liu Qingshan simply embarked on the journey.

The only person accompanying him was Li Tieniu, his younger brother.

On the one hand, it is to strengthen security, and the most important thing is that Li Tieniu can drink a lot.

Doing business with Maozi, if you can't drink, you must be despised.

Li Tieniu, no matter how much he drinks, he won't get drunk, and no matter how much he drinks, it's a waste. He's fine as a professional bartender.

The two brothers were driving the car, and Er Biaozi was still sitting in the car. He stopped by to Harbin to visit his godfather, Mr. Xu.

Old Professor Xu Yirong has contributed a lot to Songjiang Qingdao's achievement of today's fame.

So not only Er Biaozi is going, Liu Qingshan is also going to come to thank him and get to know this "father of rice in cold regions".

Nanlong Pingbei Yirong, of course, is not called for nothing.

Along the way, Liu Qingshan was in the car, and the two brothers rushed to drive, so they couldn't get his turn.

However, Er Biaozi's driving book hadn't come down yet, so there were only some flat roads, so he was relieved to hand over the car to him.

In winter, there is mostly a layer of snow on the road, which is very smooth like a mirror. At this time, there are no snow tires, so it is still a test of driving skills.

Liu Qingshan was sitting in the back row, dozed off with his eyes closed, and suddenly heard the screeching sound of the brakes in front, and then felt the car body shaking.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the car was already in the ditch.

Fortunately, the roadside ditch was not deep and the speed of the car was not fast, so the car did not overturn.

Looking at Er Biaozi who was driving, his face turned pale with fright, and he kept muttering: "I didn't hit anyone, I didn't hit anyone..."

Liu Qingshan quickly opened the car door, got out of the car and looked on the road, only to see a man in a padded jacket lying on the road.

Not far away, there is a row of houses, which looks like a village.

At this moment, there are more than a dozen people running this way, shouting loudly: "I bumped into someone, bumped into someone!"

Looking at those people, there are guys in their hands, some with pick handles, and some with forks and shovels.

There was even one with a foreign cannon on his shoulders.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help blinking: It seems that the visitor is not kind...

Chapter 459

"Qingshan, I really didn't hit anyone. That person was walking well ahead, but suddenly he turned into the middle of the road. I turned the steering wheel tightly, and then fell into a ditch."

Er Biaozi also recovered from the shock just now, and quickly explained what happened.

In fact, needless to say, Liu Qingshan has already figured out that this is simply a group of carjacking specialists.

In the past few years, car bandits and road tyrants have been particularly rampant. Wasn't it because of this that they and Hai Dagui didn't know each other?

"Damn it, put our car in the ditch and beat up these bastards."

Li Tieniu squinted his big eyes and said in a rough voice.

Liu Qingshan also moved his hands and feet and said: "Er Biaozi, you guard the car, don't let someone smash it, Tieniu, let's go and teach that group of people a lesson!"

"Okay, I will make the target that comes to my door by myself."

Li Tieniu practiced on the mountain every day, but he was short of opportunities to practice, and his pair of big fists had long been hungry and thirsty.

As soon as Liu Qingshan finished speaking, he rushed towards the group of people with a loud voice, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The group was also taken aback: Why didn't the other party play their cards according to the routine? Shouldn't they justify themselves first, and finally have no choice but to pay for compensation?

Before they could figure it out, Li Tieniu beat two of them into the air and kicked three of them to the ground.

"Fuck, come on, kill this guy!"

Someone yelled, and then two people held up the handles of pickaxes and swung at Li Tieniu.

"Come!"

Li Tieniu let out a roar, raised his arm, and made two dang dangs, the pickaxe handle was blown away by him.

One of the guys was more unlucky. The pick returned the bullet and hit him right on the forehead, and he lay there directly.

When Liu Qingshan arrived, there were already more than a dozen lying on the ground, and the remaining ones all backed away with horror on their faces. They were really frightened by Li Tieniu's ferocity.

Is this still a human being? It seems that after listening to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the fierce generals like Xu Chu and Zhang Fei in it ran out, right?

Only the one holding the foreign cannon was trembling and holding the gun.

However, Li Tieniu kept chasing and beating him, surrounded by his companions, so he didn't dare to shoot casually.

"Put down the gun, hand in the gun and don't kill!"

Liu Qingshan also roared, rushed to the side of the man, kicked the guy with the gun, and the foreign cannon fell to the ground.

Liu Qingshan bent down and picked up the gun: "You guys have been thinking about these crooked ways all day long, today I will improve your memory!"

There was a muffled bang, and a puff of white smoke rose from the sky.

The few who were about to run away suddenly went limp, Li Tieniu caught up with them, punched them three times and kicked them all down.

Li Tieniu slapped his hands twice, and muttered in dissatisfaction: "A bunch of bastards, there is no one who can beat them!"

Er Biaozi also ran over: "Tie these guys to a tree and let them freeze for a few hours before we talk about it. Let the passing vehicles take a look. That's the end of roadblocking and robbery."

He was really angry. If the car overturned just now, the three brothers would definitely be injured.

"Let them help first, and push our car out."

Liu Qingshan looked at the villages and towns not far away, knowing that people would come later.

Li Tieniu roared, and the group immediately struggled to get up and limped to push the cart into the ditch.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from behind, and he turned his head to look, which made Er Biaozi very angry.

I saw the guy who pretended to be hit by a car at the beginning was running back.

That guy can run faster than a rabbit, just like that, it's no wonder he got hurt, just now he made it clear that he was pretending.

"Look at mine!"

Li Tieniu found a large pebble from the gutter, and threw it out with a flick of his arm.

Soon there was a scream, and the cobblestone hit the man on the back of the head. Although he was wearing a cotton hat, he was beaten and lay on the ground.

This time, it must be really hurt.

The rest of the dozen or so people were pushing the carts. Er Biaozi and Li Tieniu were the supervisors next to them, holding branches in their hands. Anyone who didn't push hard would give him two slaps.

Liu Qingshan's car had a very heavy chassis, and the group of people tried their best to push the car onto the road.

It is estimated that there is a shadow in their hearts, and they will never dare to engage in carjacking halfway in the future.

"Fortunately for you, the car is not broken, otherwise, put a rope on you and pull it all the way to the ice city!"

Er Biaozi went up and tried to start the car, and the car could still drive, but the front face was shattered, which made him feel bad: because Sanfeng's car couldn't find any parts to repair it.