I play color 6 in rice flower town

"That... that's really great..." Souji Kudo twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that the quality of my sleep last night was really good, and I almost didn't feel that I had been able to receive social security so many times in a row. You know how wild it is?

Keith looked at this guy's expression and couldn't understand what was going on. After contacting Her Majesty's extremely unnatural walking posture this morning, he should have reacted no matter how abstinent, workaholic, and low EQ is. sighed.

For nothing.

He patted the big cardboard box next to Mr. Kudo and said, "Her Majesty the Queen left the palace early this morning because of her busy schedule. After Mr. Kudo wakes up, he will hand it over to you, saying that he knows that you will leave for Japan today, and that there are some gifts carefully prepared by Her Majesty the Queen for you."

"Oh, yeah?"

Souji Kudo looked up curiously, then clasped his hands left and right and raised it slightly.

... didn't mention it.

"Huh? It seems quite heavy, what's in it?" He wondered.

Keith bowed again: "I'm not very clear about this issue, it was arranged by Her Majesty herself, and my subordinate is only responsible for handing it over, but before that, I also heard a few words from Her Majesty, it seems to be some kind of 'five princesses' some type of……"

"Damn it, PS5?!"

Director Kudo was overjoyed immediately, completely ignoring how heavy he was still talking for a second, and directly hugged the outer wall of the cardboard box with both hands, with one blow.

and many more……

What is this weight?

Damn it, could it be? ? ?

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PS: I watched Conan’s plot line of the black volute over there this morning. When I saw the Matsuda Jinpei explosion, I could only sigh that the world of Conan only had relative time, and there was no such thing as video calls at that time, otherwise that The bomb that can only see the next explosion site in the last three seconds from the countdown can be found on a mobile phone, and the video call is turned on, and the person runs away. At worst, just change to a new mobile phone...

Chapter 534 Chapter 518 Sending myself out

Although he already realized that this "gift" from Her Majesty might be a bit unusual, Souji Kudo accepted it anyway and didn't ask any more questions.

This was one of the conditions he had agreed with Mira in the conference room at that time, that is, no matter what Keith offered him at that time, he must accept it unconditionally.

It's just that Kudo Souji couldn't understand the specific meaning at that time.

However, looking at it from the current perspective, it is obvious that the conditions proposed by Mira at that time were all arranged long ago, and they were premeditated rather than random talk.

On the other hand, in the headquarters building of Rainbow Six, the notice regarding the continued leave of absence of General Director Kudo was also issued quickly.

The numerous procedures may sound troublesome, but in fact it can be summed up in one sentence, as long as Dr. Harry, the commander, nods, then everything else is easy to talk about.

In the information age, the network is developed. In terms of network transmission speed, even a dozen mailboxes will not take much time to turn over a signature form.

And Souji Kudo, as the biggest contributor to nearly single-handedly overthrowing the entire secret base of Umbrella Corporation in the previous Raccoon City incident, due to the secrecy of Rainbow Six, his deeds cannot be made public, but he just wants to take a long vacation Still totally fine.

What's more, this guy also beat Uncle Yu who failed to knock down half of the rainbow six wheel battles in the exercise. In the words of the school, his grades are already good enough, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't need extra-curricular tutoring.

That's why Dr. Harry said he would like to see the exercise win or lose.

If Uncle Yu wins in the end, then OK, I believe everyone in Rainbow Six has seen it. Although we are already the top peacekeeping force in the world, we still have many shortcomings, so please work hard. Don't slack off.

And it would be even better if Souji Kudo wins like now, ah, how do you say it... Are you a group of old fritters and veteran operators not as good as a recruit who has been in the team for less than two years?Increase your training volume!Usually one set of push-ups a day will be changed to two sets of push-ups a day!If you can persist, you can do three sets!

Well, the old commander.

It is worth mentioning that Curacao, who also made great contributions in the Raccoon City incident, recorded a large amount of information that could not be taken out of the brood with super memory and then released it to the public, also received the same praise as Kudo Souji. White is a big success.

So, under the complicated gazes of other special service operators who are about to face more intensive daily training, and a large group of Ding Dongs reluctantly watching, the special plane for the Visbania royal family carrying two people and one box At noon, it roared from the runway of the palace and went straight to the sky.

Target, Tokyo Haneda Airport, Japan.

……

……

The flight from Visbania to Japan takes about twelve hours.

For normal people, during the [-] hours without feet on the ground, the first three to four hours are nothing more than swiping their phones to watch videos or playing mobile games for a while. Just put on an eye mask, plug your ears, turn off the overhead light and squint for a while, and after waking up, go to the bathroom for a while to refresh yourself, and it's almost time to fasten your seat belt and prepare to land.

But that's not the case at all for Curacao.

You must know that they are currently flying the royal plane of the Republic of Visbania. The entire huge luxury passenger plane is almost only for one person, so whether it is a bedroom, a living room or a bathroom, everything is available on the plane. Can be equal to a slightly smaller apartment.

And most importantly, the captain and co-pilot will not leave the cockpit during the flight, and there is no one else on the plane.

In other words, during the entire twelve hours, she and Souji Kudo were alone.

So what can two people do in twelve hours?

want a baby...

Ah no, I mean talking heart-to-heart is definitely enough.

On the plane, Curacao, who had just brewed two cups of steaming instant milk tea from the bar in the living room a few minutes ago, found Souji Kudo in the cargo hold at the rear of the plane.

When she found the latter with two mugs in her hand, she saw this guy squatting on the floor of the cargo hold, slapping the cardboard box that was fixed in front of him with restraint straps in the corner of the cargo hold against the wall, as if it was What are you studying.

What's so good about a cardboard box?

Miss Dolphin couldn't figure it out.

"Boss, what are you doing?" She walked over curiously and asked.

"Well……"

Souji Kudo, who had already smelled the aroma of milk tea, moved his nose slightly. He turned his head after hearing the sound, but saw Curacao standing behind him, bending over and looking at him like a curious baby. , I couldn't help being stunned, my gaze subconsciously swept from top to bottom, and finally fixed on the gap between the first button and the second button on the chest of Miss Dolphin's white shirt...the deep gully that was forced to open the cloth to cover it.

I - rely on.

Wait, sister, what the hell is going on with your size? ? ?

To be fair, he didn't suddenly realize that Curacao's "size" is different from ordinary people until just now. Before that, whether it was in the aquarium or in Raccoon City, because he was thinking about other things I have never paid close attention to it.

But now take a break and take a closer look... Good guy, this size is bigger than Xiaolan, and it's about the same size as Her Majesty Queen Mira.

Oh, don't ask him why he knows Xiaolan's size, it's because he has good eyesight and rich experience through his clothes, and it's definitely not because of other reasons.

"Hey! Director, where are you looking!" Sensing someone's undisguised stare, Miss Dolphin screamed, straightened up and put the mug in front of her chest, her pretty face flushed.

"It's nothing." General Manager Kudo coughed lightly, and turned his head away as if nothing had happened, "By the way, can you bring me a fruit knife? It is said that this cardboard box is a gift from a certain queen. I was about to open it for a little look, and I heard from Keith that there seemed to be Sony's latest PS5 game console inside, and the most important thing is that I found this box...it seems a bit ridiculously heavy."

"Uh, the fruit knife, right? I'll get it now." Curaçao was startled, blushing and nodded. After finding a place to put down the cup, he turned around and ran out.

"Then next..."

Just as Mr. Kudo was about to turn the cardboard box sideways and make the opening of the box parallel to the ground, he suddenly heard a series of stomping sounds from the inside of the cardboard box in front of him, as well as an angry shout.

"Tell me again who is too heavy! Who is too heavy!?"

Souji Kudo, who heard the familiar voice, stayed where he was.

Just fucking...

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PS: OK, next is the special session of Ji De and Makoto. By the way, my book is not slow, I can only say that it is a long flow... Well, that’s right, you see other authors are on the shelves every day for a few days. It's four shifts and five shifts, and then gradually three shifts, two shifts, one shift, and one shift every two days, and finally completely burnt out... I've been stable at two shifts a day since I started the book~ It's okay ?

Also, although I don’t know which book you guys are talking about is similar to my brain hole, I posted it with the police girls every day in the Metropolitan Police Department, but it’s definitely not written by me, this is the first time I wrote Conan , It was also the first time to seriously write a book. The previous ones were basically written for tens of thousands and then thrown away, and the kind that didn't even bring the contract.

Chapter 535 Chapter 519 The old man pays [-] million!

Late at night, the Metropolitan Opera House in New York, USA.

This used to be a place where celebrities gathered. 60 years ago, luxury cars and fashionable girls gathered here every night. Well-mannered gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant music, and uniformed waiters shouted Chant the guest's name.

But it has declined. Today, young people in New York go on dates more to movie theaters or bustling shopping malls. Old antiques like the Opera House belong to the splendor of the previous era.

But it woke up again tonight.

The parking lot of the opera house was filled with expensive luxury cars of various styles and brands. Celebrities from all over the world, whether they were famous or not, came pouring in like hounds smelling the smell of fresh flesh.

A great auction will be held here tonight.

In the resplendent hall of the opera house, the high-spirited auctioneer with gold-rimmed glasses tells the origin of each auction item and its collection value, encouraging thousands of buyers with provocative language. The experts raised the price, and fought for a piece of cultural relic with a huge flood of funds that would be difficult to match in a hundred lifetimes.

Of course, it doesn't mean that there is anything wrong with such behavior. After all, the job of the auctioneer in the auction is to set the auction price as high as possible in order to obtain a huge commission from it.

The impassioned tone echoed in the huge space, and as another auction item covered in red cloth was pushed up, the auctioneer's movements of waving his arms became more and more passionate: "The next item is our auction item. It is a world-famous painting, and it is a priceless treasure for mankind!"

In fact, even if the auctioneer doesn't say anything, everyone knows that the auction items under the huge red cloth have sharp edges and stripes. Most of the people who can participate in this auction are veteran collectors. This shape and packaging method can be seen at a glance. .

Obviously, this is an oil painting.

But oil painting is not uncommon.

It originated in the Middle Ages, and its predecessor was tempera painting in European painting. It was widely used in the fifteenth century. It used linseed oil or walnut oil, poppy oil and other quick-drying oils and processed matti resin or dammar Resin, etc., mixed with various color powders to make oil paints and medium agents, is a form of painting on linen, wood or cardboard.

Oil painting is characterized by free operation, wide range of variable effects, strong color covering power, and can fully express the realism of objects and rich color effects. It is still a well-known painting type all over the world today. Widespread.

It’s just that there are many oil paintings in the world, but there are definitely not many that can be called “world famous paintings”.

For example, Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa", Davitt's "Napoleon Crossing the Alps", and Lu Xun... Ah no, it is Edvard Munch's "The Scream" and so on.

So which one is this so-called world famous painting?

Feeling that the appetites of many buyers in the audience have been almost swayed, the auctioneer on the stage opened his arms vigorously: "That's right! It was once thought to have disappeared forever! Vincent Van Gogh's work-Sunflower !!!”

The passionate tone was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone in the audience. Everyone couldn't help but feel their heart beat faster and their breath short of breath under these words. At the same time, the large red cloth covering the auction item was suddenly blown Pull it down, revealing its true face.

Just a second ago, everyone was still concentrating on holding their breath. The auction site, where the sound of the needle landing could be heard, suddenly became lively, with uncontrollable exclamations and doubts almost simultaneously.

"How come there is this picture of sunflowers?"

"I remember that painting of sunflowers should have been burned in the flames of war long ago!"

"..."

"Please be quiet, everyone, we will give you a detailed explanation right now!" The auctioneer pressed the audience with a calm and deep baritone voice, "It is generally believed that Vincent van Gogh painted a total of There are seven sunflowers, and the one that appears in this auction is the second sunflower among them."

"As early as 1945, it is said that this pair of sunflowers was burned in Ashiya, Japan because of the war, but unexpectedly, a painting with the same composition was found in Yar last year. After professional appraisal by many experts, it has been confirmed that this painting has no Undoubtedly by Vincent van Gogh."

Before the bidding session officially started, there were already many people eager to grab the number plates in their hands, just waiting for the order.

"Okay, now please, everyone, bring a new life to this sunflower!"

Having said that, the auctioneer paused slightly, and then announced.

"Then, the dreamy masterpiece drawn by Vincent Van Gogh, the second sunflower, will start at 1000 million US dollars, and each bid should not be less than [-] US dollars. Bidding—start!"

This is destined to be a fierce and protracted battle with no gunpowder, but the whole process is high-intensity. It is inversely proportional to the previous scene where everyone in the audience held the number plate in their hands. At this time, no one took the lead in bidding.

Everyone believed that this round of auctions would last for a long time, and it was meaningless to bid too early, and it would make people find out their own details.

As expected, less than ten seconds after the auction started, the auctioneer on the stage had already drawn the current highest bid.

"The current telephone bidding is 2000 million, and the network is 50 million."

"5000."

Someone in the audience said.

It can be said that one stone caused a thousand waves. With the price more than doubled in an instant, everyone in the auction venue couldn't help but subconsciously pay attention to the person who made the price.

The person holding the placard was a middle-aged blond European man with his back turned back. He was dressed in a neat suit and had a chic little mustache. He was covered in jewels, and all ten fingers were adorned with gold, silver or diamonds except for two thumbs. ring.

Here, money is the only criterion for measuring a person. It doesn't matter whether you are a coal boss, an arms dealer, or an ancestral pimp. Here it only depends on how much money you have and how much money you can give.

However, it is obvious that the one who cut off most of the competitors with a cliff-like price hike was not some nouveau riche, but a celebrity who is still quite famous in the collection circle of bigwigs.

At least this point can be glimpsed from the muffled sounds of exclamation coming from the surroundings.

"It's amazing."

"It's him, and he really deserves his reputation."

"The acquisition of famous paintings is well-known in the industry."

The middle-aged blond-haired man enjoyed the compliments from all directions. Although he had to pretend to be calm on the surface, the slightly raised corners of his mouth still betrayed his joyful mood at this time. The index finger of his right hand moved unconsciously.

However, in the next second, a voice that could be called smashing the scene resounded throughout the venue.

"The old man offered [-] million U.S. dollars!"