Sheng Can is in trouble. Jiang Wanwan ordered himself to calm down.

The background of her WeChat message was not noisy, and people must be at a certain distance from the bar.

Jiang Wanwan suddenly thought of the bar inside, which was a supporting hotel.

She didn't care about anything else and trotted over and found Sheng Can, who was dragged by a strange man in the hotel corridor.

The man was tall and big, with his arms strangled Sheng Can's neck, and his face was flushed red.

A burst of passion rushed towards Jiang Wanwan's brain. She took the bag and smashed it on the man's forehead.

The man was shocked and hid next to him. The pillow bag with a large capacity hit the painting on the wall.

With a crisp "bang", the glass cracked and the ground was covered with residue.

"You!" The man looked at the drawing paper scratched by the backpack zipper in a daze, and swallowed.

He didn't bother to repair Jiang Wanwan and fled in panic.

Jiang Wanwan helped Sheng Can, who was sitting on the ground, up, "Are you okay?"

Sheng Canshen took a few breaths and shook his head, "It's okay, I've drunk a little, and I can't fight."

Jiang Wanwan was afraid and said, "It's better to leave here quickly and drink less in the future."

Recalling the powerlessness that was difficult to resist when he was restrained by a man, Sheng Can was also a little scared.

She nodded, "It seems that I have no life as a prodigal son."

When Jiang Wanwan picked up the bag, she saw a man in a professional suit coming over.

He was followed by a few men in black, and they didn't look easy to mess with.

"Sorry, this lady, the painting you just broke was a famous work that our boss flew to France to take. The matter has happened and deal with it as soon as possible, so I can explain it to it." The man was kind-hearted, and the cause and effect were clearly stated. Obviously, he had to be polite first and then the soldiers.

Thinking of the man's fear of escaping just now, Jiang Wanwan's heart sank.

Only then did she have to look at it, she opened the cracked drawing paper. She gasped.

The famous work of Deloga, a famous Western painter in the last century.

Judging from the oldness of the paper page and the distinctive characteristics of the painting skills, it is largely the authentic one!

"Don't lie to me as an illiterate person. If it is really a treasure of famous artists, how could it be hung on the walls of the hotel? Your hotel is called a six-star rating, so your eating habits will not be so ugly!" Sheng Can did not study paintings. If it were common sense, her inferences were very consistent with common sense.

But... this is a hotel that doesn't play according to common sense!

Jiang Wanwan's palm was sweating profusely, and she asked in a trembling voice: "How much is this painting worth?"

"This painting was taken the year before yesterday and sold for 14 million yuan. This year, Deloga's paintings have been popular, and no item is less than 20 million yuan."

This is simply an astronomical number!

Jiang Wanwan's eyes turned black.

She smiled bitterly and said, "Although this kind of thing is a rogue, I can only tell you that I can't afford to pay so much."

She is very cognitive and honest. But she is not very lucky. The hotel manager pondered in embarrassment, and finally could only call her own president: "Mr. Yan, the hotel is in a little trouble..."

After the call, the manager said to Jiang Wanwan: "The few paintings on the wall are Mr. Yan's favorite works. I dare not be good at it, so wait."

Sheng Can was shocked at this moment.

She just came out to drink some wine, how could she get into such a big trouble!

Sheng Can cried with a sad face, "It's all my fault. If they want to cut their hands and feet to vent their anger later, you will push the matter on me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have broken the painting."

Although his heart was up and down, Jiang Wanwanqiang calmed down and touched Sheng Can's hair, "Now it's a legal society, and you can lose money at worst. Isn't your birthday wish getting rich this year? If your wish is realized, will it be resolved?"

Sheng Can was in tears, "Don't comfort me, what should I do now!"

"Mr. Yan!" The manager shouted when he saw the person he was waiting for.

When Jiang Wanwan turned around, he saw Yan Jingyao coming.

Next to him was a slender figure. The man was wearing black trousers and a black shirt. His cuffs were loosely rolled up, revealing a thin forearm.

I met He Shengting head-on, but in such a mess.

"Miss Jiang, what a coincidence." Yan Jingyao didn't expect the manager to call him down because of Jiang Wanwan.

Yu Guang glanced at He Shengting, and he looked like he was watching from the wall.

"Mr. Yan, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't expect to meet again in this situation." Jiang Wanwan had nothing to deny, so she said openly.

She was so refreshed that Yan Jingyao was a little surprised, "It's okay, everyone is friends, and there are always times when they accidentally fail."

There was something in his words, and He Shengting glanced at him.

"When I took this painting, several collectors were reluctant to give up. It was so broken, it was a pity," Yan Jingyao said, but he didn't even look at the fragments of that place.

Jiang Wan went to the evening and picked up the drawing paper, "I am indeed too reckless today."

Her face was full of apology, but she was not as servile as a dwarf. This calmness made people look at her with admiration.

Yan Jingyao raised his eyebrows and waited quietly for the following.

"The paintings in the last century were not well maintained, weathering or cracking was common. After the collector took the photo, the auction house would remind the paintings to be kept in a suitable light and temperature for daily storage." Her tone was neither fast nor slow and organized. No matter how sharp the people heard it, they couldn't help following her thoughts.

Therefore, this painting is not suitable for hanging here.

"I am a casual person, so I wanted to look good at that time." Yan Jingyao said with a smile.

Jiang Wanwan also knew that it was one thing that was not suitable, and the owner of the painting was another thing. It cannot be used as a reason to clear the crime.

"If Mr. Yan trusts me, can you give me some time? My grandfather's friend is a famous ancient painting restorer. Can he let him try it?" If you don't have any money, this is the best way Jiang Wanwan can think of.

"I'm willing to give you some time, but this corridor is the main passage, and people come and go every day, which is considered a storefront. One of the four paintings is missing, which looks inconsistent." Yan Jingyao thought, touching his chin, a complete perfectionist.

As he said that, he smiled and said, "It just so happened that Mr. He recently took back a picture of "The Death of the Blue Bird", which I like very much. I wonder if Mr. He is willing to give up?"

He Shengting was not polite: "Do I know you very well?"

Yan Jingyao shrugged his shoulders over Jiang Wanwan: "Then I have nothing to do."

The scene was frozen there, and Jiang Wanwan wanted to ask for a few words of love, but how close can she and He Shengting have?

What if he gets back again by saying "Do I know you very well?"

Jiang Wanwan bit her lip and looked at He Shengting pitifully.

He Shengting wanted to pinch her face a little, but the location was not suitable. He chased his index finger with his thumb and said to Jiang Wanwan in a low voice: "Come here tomorrow to get the painting."
Chapter completed!