Chapter 357 Mr. Shan

Looking out the window, Shu Yu couldn't see what the other person was doing or what they looked like. But she could still make out shadowy figures moving back and forth through the gaps in the blinds.

It seemed the other person hadn't left, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Da Niu approached the door, poked a hole in the corner, and stared at the door of the private room.

The three of them stared quietly at the private room opposite them. The buyer, however, remained calm and did not come out.

Shu Yu understood that Meng Yunzheng meant the auction would last for at least another hour.

Just as he was thinking this, Da Niu's voice suddenly came from beside him, "Ayu, several of the black market guys have gone into that private room."

Shu Yu immediately went over to look and indeed saw the group enter the private room. Not long after, they came out again.

Her heart jumped. "Keep watching. If anyone comes out, tell me immediately."

"good."

Da Niu stared intently, afraid of missing even the slightest movement.

But even after the buyer received the painting, there was clearly no intention for it to be sold.

Time passed slowly, and while Shu Yu kept a close watch, the other party became increasingly calm.

Even when another antique item appeared at the auction, the buyer in that private room placed two more bids.

Is this an attempt to mislead? Or do they genuinely not understand the painting's purpose?

Shu Yu stared at the figures moving across the window, and then heard Da Niu's voice again, "A Yu, someone is walking this way."

Shu Yu snapped out of her daze, walked to the door and looked outside. She was immediately delighted and whispered, "Open the door."

As soon as the door opened, Meng Yunzheng, wearing a veiled hat, entered.

Shu Yu closed the door, turned around and asked him, "Meng..." She suddenly stopped, glanced at Da Niu and Yuan Shanchuan, and immediately changed her address, "Mr. Shan, is the painting finished?"

Mr. Shan?

Meng Yunzheng was almost taken aback, then burst out laughing. How could she call Mr. Shanju "Mr. Shan"?

He took off his veil and placed it aside, then unfurled the scroll.

Shu Yu was somewhat surprised, wondering what method Meng Yunzheng had used, but the scroll was clearly much older than the ones she had seen before, and didn't look new at all.

Da Niu and Yuan Shanchuan also came over to look, puzzled.

The next moment, Yuan Shanchuan's eyes widened suddenly, "You got the painting back?"

After saying that, he felt something was off, and frowned as he said, "It seems... different."

"Of course it's different. This isn't that painting," Shu Yu said in a low voice. "This is a newly painted one, so realistic it could fool anyone. The problem is we've never seen the original painting. Fourth Uncle, you've had that painting for many days, you should know exactly where the damage and creases are, right?"

Yuan Shanchuan nodded immediately, "Yes, I know, I look at that painting every day."

"Time is running out, let's hurry." Meng Yunzheng looked at Yuan Shanchuan and asked him to recall.

Yuan Shanchuan felt inexplicably nervous under his gaze, swallowed hard, and immediately pointed out several conspicuous spots.

Actually, the painting was well preserved. After all, it was an expensive artwork, and it also contained such important evidence of the crime. Even if it was damaged, it was because Yuan Shanchuan had been hiding and running away during that time.

Although it was painted a year ago, it's not exactly old.

Following Yuan Shanchuan's description, Meng Yunzheng quickly finished the scroll.

Fortunately, when he painted that picture, the paper and scrolls he used were common materials, no different from the ones in front of him.

(End of this chapter)