"You can't tell where you are?" An Feng said contemptuously. His eyes suddenly flashed with fierce light, and he suppressed his anger and said, "And, Mr. Deer, your statement underestimates my intelligence. Will I expose my intentions in front of you? Will I still let you guess my plan even if you know you don't trust me?"

After a moment of pause, An Feng said bluntly: "You are always a confused guy and never know what you should do. You obviously want to avenge your daughter, but you know that the legal means are not applicable, and you resign because of this, but you have many concerns. Mr. Deer, don't you think about it, what should you do without me?"

Deer froze and he was silent. When the director saw the two of them stopping in front of a picture, he began to whisper, and quickly hint at the graceful girl who was accompanying him with his eyes. The girl walked forward with her standard lady steps and introduced: "The collector of this painting is..."

The girl mentioned a famous figure in the Internet industry. This person is one of the founders of an Internet company. He is only 20 years old this year and is already a billionaire.

"The auction price of this painting is..." The girl then said an eye-catching price, and then said: "This comic strip is a favorite of..., and the auction price of this series of rare versions of comics soared.

Today, the most expensive work in this series of comics is Volume 35 in 1943. At that time, World War II was at its peak, and many young people who like comics went to the European battlefield. DC Comics Company therefore issued a small number of single-books, which were mailed to Europe for military ration. After the war, some brought back those single-books. But most of the single-books were destroyed by the war. Volume 35 is the rarest…”

After a brief pause, the girl added: "It is said that volume 35 only appeared in all of Europe."

Then Deer recalled what An Feng was looking for. When the girl took a step back and left the space for An Feng to continue to appreciate it, Deer hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Oh...that guy comes from Sweden, it's possible..."

An Feng nodded and explained in a low voice: "That guy is an action-oriented person. He will contact the real target for the first time. He will set up smoke in a targeted manner after the target is determined... If I were me, I would do this."

Deer opened his mouth in surprise, pointed to the comic hanging on the wall and asked, "Why...I mean, how did you guess? How did you guess he would look for... this person. He is not on the list!"

"The cover-up effect of smoke lies in its half-true and half-false... The list given by Nelson was missing. When they did not find the theft of the palace, I guess that guy had already contacted the target. At that time, the police had not noticed Odney." Taking a deep breath, An Feng walked leisurely towards the next exhibit, continued to point to the comic on the wall and said, "Have you seen that list? What are the rules?"

Deer continued without any complaints: "All of them are collectors with records of receiving stolen goods."

"What are the rules?"

Deer shook his head: "I can't see any rules."

"I saw it." An Feng waved to the director and asked gently: "May I ask, what are the items for sale in this exhibition?"

"Please come with me." The director's eyes were full of smiles, but his face tried hard to maintain a calm reserve. They accepted the bank's request and received An Feng with VIP treatment. The picture was the powerful purchasing power of the holder of the "signature card". At this moment, he finally waited.

After happily following An Feng's shopping for the goods, An Feng bought a few things that seemed worthless to Deer. With the director's diligent delivery, the two walked out of the exhibition hall and got into the car. An Feng drove the car to the nearby Times Plaza.

Under the night, New York's most prosperous commercial streets rolled in traffic, and the specialty stores along the street were brightly lit. The goods inside were decorated with excellent decorations. They drove a famous car and wandered in the river of cars. An Feng suddenly remembered the lines from Feng Xiaogang's famous work "Beijing People in New York": If you love him, send him to New York, because it is heaven; if you hate him, send him to New York, because it is hell...

Now it seems that this line is biased. This is not a paradise or hell. This is an opportunity. "Everything is possible" is here. Here, as long as an idea is realized, you can immediately gain a net worth of 10 billion. No one will warn you that "the rafters that come forward will rot first."

Is Odney looking for opportunities, too?

"The king's collections are all registered." An Feng held the steering wheel in one hand, letting the car move vulgarly, browsed the street scene, and continued the topic in the exhibition hall: "According to the 'World Art Protection Agreement', no matter who is collected, he will return to the original owner once it is discovered, and the original owner does not have to pay a single money, and the purchaser will be investigated for the crime of "receiving stolen goods".

Therefore, after buying such art, you can only hide it and appreciate it yourself, and you have to worry about being discovered. Unless you are the most fanatical collector, you will pay high prices for such art."

"And..." Deer gradually understood, and he tentatively followed An Feng's thoughts.

"And those new rich and newcomers who have just entered the collection world, have bold ideas and dare to do anything. Now the Internet industry has exploded to create hundreds of billionaires. They have just obtained huge amounts of wealth and don't know how to consume, so they dare to buy anything and collect everything."

Foreigners have a different general concept of the collection of "income tax". They hate people who deposit huge incomes in banks every month, believing that such people have accumulated social wealth but have not created consumption, and therefore created employment opportunities and created the flow of social wealth. The taxes on such people are very high and want to get tax cuts unless they spend most of their income every month... because consumption is taxation. The rich consume more money and the poor can have more jobs, the government can have more taxes, and social wealth can flow reasonably.

For the old rich people, they have no choice but to set up money channels, and have formed a fixed pattern for many years. When the upstarts break into this class, they are ignorant of the rules of this class. After a little news, they will look for all opportunities to roam. However, the upstarts in the Internet industry themselves become rich quickly by despising the old rules and innovation. When they break into the rich class, they are even more taboos and fear nothing. There is nothing they can't do, only unexpected things.

"There are eight people on the list of art dealers that Odney has come into contact with, five of whom are rich by the Internet, and one is simply a new rich man. Although his father was once very rich, that was 'once'.

Deer understood, and he added according to his understanding: "The guy Odney first selected the trader, and then started to create smoke based on the trader's characteristics... Can I understand this way?"

"Yes, online upstarts are very young. They know that buying stolen goods is illegal, but they often think that they have enough time to wait for people to forget them." An Feng said contemptuously: "That list inspired me - purchasing famous paintings is not selling cabbage, especially buying stolen famous paintings. It requires enough fanaticism and boldness. But Odney is like a vegetable seller in the vegetable market, looking for people around.

Let’s talk about that list, which includes all kinds of people. Some people like Picasso, some people like Monet, and some people like Gauguin... He is not selling, but looking for cover to create illusions. By analyzing this list, you can guess who he chose - the Internet upstart! Only they are willing to offer high prices

Can you guess by analyzing this list? Deer murmured in a low voice: "It seems so easy... Why can't I see something strange?"

"So, how did you look at... that person, that collector of Wonder Woman?" Dier asked.

"Woman!" An Feng replied calmly: "Odney is an expert in picking up girls. He likes to get along with women. I happened to be on the same plane with him. On the plane, his female companion dressed a little... exposed, and I suddenly remembered that this breast-burning style should start with the 'Wonderful Female Man'. I happened to see the Broadway exhibition list, so I'll give it a try."

"That's it." Dilgaba replied.

Just identifying the trader? Such a joke?

Deer felt that his head could not keep up with An Feng's thinking jump...Okay, that's it. He always had a reason to say who it was, let's follow and see.

An Feng parked the car on the side of the road casually, turned his head to look at Deer, and asked, "Have you decided?"

"What to decide?!" Deer blurted out, and he immediately woke up and asked. After thinking about it, he replied: "Your suggestions are very interesting... It is indeed as you said that when I return to England, I must live incognito. Maybe another place can stand in the sun and breathe the air. This idea has indeed tempted me... Okay, let me try!"

An Feng immediately continued: "A new identity has no title, a new name. Of course, this does not mean that you have to give up your old life. You can continue to contact your old friends, but this kind of connection should be more hidden and less."

Deer took a deep breath and replied: "Okay. Ten years, there are still ten years left to me after I fully retire. Why not use these ten years to earn a pension...I'll go with you."

The light in An Feng's eyes gradually converged. He held the steering wheel and promised, "I am a good person. I will not break the law - at least I won't let you know. At most, I will do some... gray things, this is my personal hobby. Life is so boring, how can I not find some fun for myself? Yes?"

Deer thought for a while and gritted his teeth and said, "I am old, I am tired of being hunted down, I want to settle down. So I don't want to break the law, I just want to breathe with sanctions in vain. Kane, no one can escape the sanctions of the law, never. Don't think that a seamless crime can be safe from now on, no, you don't feel the fear of waking up in the middle of the night. I regard you as my own child, God testified, I don't want you to live in fear for the rest of your life. Listen to me, don't break the law."

There is no point in arguing with this old man who has been in the office all his life. There is a ready-made example. Odney did this, and the biggest suspect was An Feng. Even though the Swedish side understood that Odney committed the crime, who could arrest him?

Well, this old man is kind-hearted. An Feng didn't explain, so he turned his head and called the Chinese girl who was sending leaflets on the roadside and asked, "Sister Wu, do you recognize me?"

The car stopped here because An Feng saw an acquaintance. It was Wu Xiyue, the convener of An Feng when he entered the British elementary school. An Feng once thought she was "must be outstanding" woman. He heard that she finished Cambridge University at the age of 19 and was studying for a master's degree. Why did she suddenly go to New York to ship flyers on the streets, wear strange props and clothes, and look like a banana?

Wu Xiyue, who was opposite, recognized her for a long time, suddenly shouted in Chinese: "You... An Feng, Kane An? Is it really you? Why did you come to New York? Oh my God, it's incredible. The world is so big, you still remember me."

"Why are you..."

"I've transferred to the school." Wu Xiyue said quickly: "I'm now transferred to the Department of Management at Columbia University, a social and humanities... Okay, stop talking, I'm working now, leave your address, and I'll contact you. It's great to meet an acquaintance."

Wu Xiyue stretched out her arm, which was very white and soft. An Feng wrote his phone number on his arm, feeling indescribable... Of course it would be good to meet an old friend in a foreign land, but it was a coincidence that he had just decided to change his identity and met a former acquaintance.

Well, the touch on the skin is very tender and smooth, and it feels like the other person's arms are a little salty and wet... While experiencing this feeling of friction, Wu Xiyue grabbed An Feng's arm, brushed and wrote down his address and phone number on it, waved and stuffed An Feng a stack of leaflets, waved and said goodbye: "Let me go back and contact me."

Then, the tall and thin figure rushed towards another newcomer on the side of the road and began to sell his own flyers.

Deer smiled, meaningful.

An Feng ignored Deer, started the car and continued walking, walked along Broadway Street to the near Empire State Building, and Dier, who was flipping through Wu Xiyue's flyer, muttered: "It's a Cuban travel leaflet, your friend is recommending Cuban travel routes."

An Feng's silence was interrupted by a "ding" call. Nelson finally wrote a letter. He looked exhausted on the phone: "We finally convinced the New York police and finally got information about all the women of Odney. This information is very large. Do you want me to pass it on?"

An Feng blew the steering wheel hard, and the wheels made a harsh sound. The vehicle quickly turned around and drove towards Chinatown on Broadway Street. While driving, An Feng replied: "Come here... Well, if it were me, would I choose people who live in the central area of ​​Broadway Street and live in the central area? Let me pass on their information first."

The car did not stop in Chinatown and continued to drive towards Wall Street. When it arrived at Wall Street, the information An Feng needed had been passed on. He read it casually a few times and turned around and drove toward the vicinity of Zhongyang Park.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is near Central Park. An Feng parked his car in Central Park. He took out a Nikon camera from the car, stuffed it into Deer's hand, pointed to the passerby who was listening to music and drinking coffee under the shade of the tree, and greeted him, "Mr. Deer, you're working, look for... this woman."

An Feng said, handing over his cell phone, which showed the information he had just passed on, and the screen was showing a beautiful girl's avatar.

"Why is it her?" Deer blurted out and asked immediately in confusion: "Why are you sure she is here?"

This... An Feng didn't explain. He took out a pair of telescopes from the car again. When others looked at the scenery, he looked at the beauties, adjusted the focal length and began to look at the beauties under the parasol one by one. The rest of Deer picked up the camera depressedly, and pointed the lens at the beauties under the tree, while saying in surprise: "Didn't this car... Didn't you just buy it? Why did you create one thing after another like a treasure chest? When did you put the camera telescope into the car? I don't believe that if you buy a car, others will give you cameras and telescopes."

"I said it." An Feng answered without raising his telescope, "I said: Even if you do it in front of you, you won't see it."

Well, Deer was defeated by An Feng again. He looked at the beauty with different postures through the camera in depressed manner, and couldn't help asking again: "Why are you stopping here? Why?"

"Why do you have so many why? Well, Odney has a girlfriend living in..." An Feng pointed to the Hilton Hotel next to Zhongyang Park: "I'm looking for a suitable opportunity to enter the hotel. The car parked here, so I'm just trying to beat a rabbit... Well, I found it."

Deer grabbed An Feng who wanted to get up: "Kain, listen to me, we cannot 'illegal break in'. Our current qualification for investigation is not legal..."

"What if it was invited by someone else?" An Feng looked at Dill with a smile

Deer understood, he let go of his hand and asked hesitantly: "You have chosen...

An Feng rushed to the three beauties on the seat, who were slim and tall beauties with blond hair and blue eyes. These three beauties were domineering. The men present were all sneaky and followed them at any time, but no one had the courage to come forward to chat with them.

Deer looked down at An Feng's phone. By chance, one of the beauties happened to be a female model on the screen.

Chatting is an art. An Feng pulled the reluctant Deere and walked towards the three beauties calmly. He smiled at the three beauties with sunshine, and said in a statement: "I thought to myself when I saw the three beauties from afar: Oh my God, Kane, you are so lucky. You can enjoy music and wine with three goddesses tonight. I also like foaming whiskey. I have invited this cup.'

The three beautiful women turned around and the two men standing in front of them, one was young and energetic, looked handsome, and had a fearless cheerful look of the ignorant. The other was mature and steady, with peace and knowledgeable and unsightly. These two people were not cheap in dressing up, and they were completely low-key luxury - well, I just went to the Metropolitan Exhibition Hall to dress up as a rich man, can the dress be simple? The director's eyes are the eyes of identifying works of art.

After a while, one of the women's eyes shone and responded: "I actually don't like foaming whiskey. It would be even better if I could have a bottle of red wine from Latu Manor."

An Feng snapped his fingers generously and said to the waiter: "Give me a bottle of Latu...

This, Odney has a very high appreciation for red wine. The women around him know a little bit of professional knowledge. An Feng is a idiot in this regard, so he should not show off.

An Feng, who hurriedly stopped his mouth, knocked on the back of the chair and asked politely: "Can you sit down?"

The girl who was speaking just now had a shiny look and replied: "Please sit down, thank you for your Latu..."
Chapter completed!