Outright Favoritism Chapter 864: : Not for sale

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Bai Yan feels that some people are born to deny him.

Li Qiao knew that he wanted face, so she didn't ask any more. She took out her cell phone and called Luo Yu first.

After inquiring, I learned that Jin Rong went to Lincheng to discuss business these days and was not in Nanyang.

Everything happened just right.

This feeling is not the first time.

Li Qiao has never believed in coincidences, thinking for a few seconds, a certain idea is ready to come out.

She didn't make any more calls, and logged into the positioning system with her mobile phone sideways.

Li Qiao deliberately used Li Shaoquan's account for location capture. In the blink of an eye, He Chen's location showed the Black Hawk headquarters in Ada City.

Shang Yu's positioning is advanced hidden, even if it is not found by the Hongke system.

Li Qiao thought about it, and entered Mochizuki and Liuyun separately, both in the state of Aida.

Such a result is quite different from Li Qiao's expectations.

She exited the system with no expression. It seemed that everything was normal, but she was still suspicious in her heart.

……

One day later, in the morning.

There was news from Nayby Airport, the capital of Myanmar, that Mingdailan and his party had already rushed to Diancheng by plane.

On the private plane, Mrs. Andrew's brows and eyes revealed a little displeasure, "The organizer of the exhibition is also too careless, and the exhibition location of the famous paintings can be mistaken, so you have to accompany me on a trip."

Ming Dailan patted the back of her hand and said warmly, "It doesn't matter, it's my own plane anyway, it's very convenient."

Mrs. Andrew sighed heavily and looked at the sky outside the porthole, her face still ugly.

The posthumous work of King III of England is indeed in the catalog of this exhibition, but unfortunately it is not in the exhibition hall in Myanmar, but in the branch venue of Diancheng.

However, even if the organizer made a mistake, they apologized and informed that they had no right to transfer the famous paintings from the branch venue to Myanmar for exhibition.

Ms. Andrew received repeated assurances from the organizer before she decided to go to Diancheng to find out.

……

At the same time, three jeeps with excellent performance also drove out of the Feicheng Bungalow.

Diancheng is different from Feicheng. Although it is only separated by a mountain of Yunshan, the social order of Diancheng is relatively stable and safe. It is also the largest stone gambling city on the border. Small vendors selling stones can also be seen everywhere on both sides of the street.

Where there is stone gambling, there will be business naturally.

The branch venue was chosen in Diancheng, which is also a fancy where many collectors and jade lovers gather.

Less than ten in the morning, Li Qiao and his party arrived at the only three-star hotel in Diancheng.

Next door, is the branch venue of the Art Jewelry Exhibition, the Jade Trading Center.

Li Qiao got out of the car and looked around the parking lot.

Don't look at the star rating of the hotel, but there are many luxury cars.

Diancheng has a direct highway to Burma, and most merchants in Burma would drive here to gamble on rocks.

Suddenly, Li Qiao's wandering gaze caught a pure black business car.

The model and the mansion use the same model, but the license plate number is from Myanmar.

Li Qiaoduo glanced twice, then followed Bai Yan and his group into the hotel.

At ten o'clock exactly, Li Qiao wore a mask and Bai Yan walked towards the trading center next door.

Ming Dailan landed in Diancheng half an hour later.

Mrs. Andrew was eager to find a picture, and didn't want to waste time, so she directly arranged for the driver to drive to the branch venue.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, surveillance showed that a group of ladies headed by Ming Dailan and Mrs. Andrew appeared slowly in the lobby of the trading center.

At eleven ten ten, Mrs. Andrew took Ming Dailan in relief, pointed to the display cabinet, and said with great excitement: "Lan, look at it, this is the painting, as expected, it is here."

Ming Dailan was born in wealth, and she still has basic appreciation skills.

In her opinion, if that painting is not a posthumous work of King III of England, it might not be comparable to other famous paintings.

Ming Dailan nodded with a smile, "Really good."

Mrs. Andrew was overjoyed, turned her eyes and asked the special assistant at the venue, "How much does this painting cost?"

The special assistant is a young guy, flashing his eyes, "This...this is all exhibits, not for sale."

Mrs. Andrew's expression tightened, and Ming Dailan immediately calmed down: "Don't worry."

She looked at the assistant and asked politely and gracefully: "Can you give me the phone number of the exhibitor."

Seeing that she is a savvy, the special assistant read out a series of numbers in a low voice and reminded: "If you want to buy any exhibits, you can communicate with the exhibitor separately. Our organizer only provides a venue for the exhibition. Involving buying and selling."

"Okay, trouble you."

Mrs. Andrew looked at Ming Dailan, and she held her arms gratefully, "Lan, thank you."

Ming Dailan smiled, "You are welcome, I originally wanted to give you a gift, but I happened to find this painting, so let me buy it for you."

"How can it work." Mrs. Andrew was flattered, "It's too expensive, it won't work."

Ming Dailan has known her for many years, she has already figured out her character, and she patiently persuades a few words.

Mrs. Andrew considered it over and over again, so she accepted her proposal with difficulty, "Then...I will thank you for Andrew first."

"Don't thank me." Ming Dailan glanced at the mediocre posthumous work, "Take it as a gift from the Childman family to Andrew in advance."

The other two countesses beside them couldn't help but show a little envy in their eyes.

Not everyone has this honor to let the Childman family take the initiative to give gifts.

At this moment, Ming Dailan turned to meet their gaze, "Mrs. William, Mrs. Brown, if you have any famous paintings or jewelry you like, you can tell me."

"This..." The two ladies looked at each other, pretending to say: "Will it be inappropriate."

"Of course not." Ming Dailan shook her head gracefully, "The Duke’s Mansion has had a lot of things a while ago, and it has caused a lot of trouble to your husband. This time, I will pay you on behalf of the Zellman family. Li, don't be polite to me."

In a blink of an eye, at noon, the exhibition hall is closed.

Ming Dailan and others returned to the hotel. Before they went back to their rooms, Mrs. Andrew asked pointedly: "Lan, you said... Will the exhibitor really sell the painting?"

"Yes." Ming Dailan's tone was determined, and she also dispelled the other's anxiety.

Mrs. Andrew smiled with joy, "Then I will wait for your news."

Back to the room, Ming Dailan put down her handbag, pinched her eyebrows wearily, and stared at Yin Mo's order, "Call the exhibitor and ask about the price of this painting."

Yin Momu turned and went out with a face.

Ming Dailan picked up her eyelids and stopped her: "Just fight here, turn on the hands-free."

Yin Mo paused, took out his cell phone and dialed the number given by the venue assistant.

Three bells in the receiver were connected, and the other party asked who to look for in Burmese.

Yin Mo explained his intention to buy the painting in English, but unexpectedly the other party sneered and choked back in a fluent English accent, "Don't sell it! What do you dream of in broad daylight?"