Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 95 Visiting Gongzi Qiang!
After switching to work mode, Ou Yongen no longer felt uncomfortable.

She crossed her legs, put them together, leaned forward, and answered Chen Shixian in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:
"Yes, the gun permit, there is news."

"Mr. Murray MacLee, Director of the Home Affairs Department, has shown you a clear path."

As he spoke, Ou Yongen took out an auction catalogue from his bag, turned to a painting, and handed it to Chen Shixian.

Chen Shixian took the auction book.

The item on the album is a graffiti. A long series of continuous circles are drawn on the gray-black blackboard. It looks very much like a masterpiece of childhood scribbles, with sloppy and irregular strokes.

"This painting will be auctioned at Yongle Auction House this week."

"Mr. MacLee likes this painting very much. I hope that like-minded friends can also appreciate the artistic charm of this masterpiece."

Having said that, Ou Yongen looked at Chen Shixian and paused.

Chen Shixian knew with his toes that it was the foreigner who wanted him to take a picture of the painting.

Once the funds entered the Yongle Auction House, they were laundered, and after going around in circles, they went into the pockets of these foreigners.

The money they took was clean.

Selling garbage at sky-high prices can also be called a good thing, saying that art is priceless.

It's just a piece of shit, but when it's put under the spotlight, it can be called performance art.

In later times, a banana stuck to a wall with scotch tape is called conceptual art.

Finally, it was sold at a sky-high price of 624 million gold coins and was hailed as the most expensive banana in the world.

After Chen Shixian looked at it, he felt that taking a picture of a ghostly talisman back was much better than taking a banana; at least it wouldn't rot.

"Lawyer Ou, I think this painting has a very artistic atmosphere. Please take a picture of it for me."

Chen Shixian spoke without hesitation.

"Boss, this is a painting by the painter Sai Tobre. There is a whole series of this painting..."

Ou Yongen hesitated to speak.

What you want to buy is not just one painting, but a whole series, and the price will be terribly high.

Cy Twobreeze?

Chen Shixian frowned slightly, it sounded somewhat familiar.

He picked up the album and read the introduction carefully.

Cy Twombly, born in Virginia in 1928, was once hailed by The New York Times as "one of the greatest contemporary artists."

He flipped through the album again and found that there were three paintings in this series.

Finally remembered.

This painting, which looked very much like a child's doodle with sloppy brushstrokes, was later sold at a sky-high price of more than 4 million yuan, causing a sensation in the entire art circle.

This painter is a "rebellious" master who combines abstract expressionism, minimalism and pop art.

His paintings will be valuable in the future.

"Mr. Ou, Mr. MacLee-keung, do you like this entire series?"

Chen Shixian said it in one sentence.

The part that Au Wing-yan didn't say was definitely because the foreigner asked for too much.

Now this painter's paintings are not recognized and are not valuable.

However, since the foreigners are using it to make money, the price will definitely not be cheap.

Shooting a series probably wouldn't be a small amount of money.

Moreover, to obtain a gun license, not only does one need to go through the Government Affairs Office, but one also needs connections with the police and the Security Bureau.

In fact, this money was not collected by MacLee-keung alone, but was shared by many people.

It's normal to propose making a series.

"Yes, I estimate that this entire series of paintings will be sold for at least 15 million."

"The price is too high. Are you sure you must get the gun license?"

Ou Yongen was a little confused.

Are security companies so profitable that they are willing to spend 15 million just for a certificate?

"must!"

“When is the auction?”

Chen Shixian said firmly.

"Next Friday."

Chen Shixian nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange the money, and you must help me take pictures of this series of paintings."

"Boss, I feel relieved now that you said that. I'll go get busy now. When the time comes, Yongle Auction House will need to verify the capital. You can prepare the account and transfer the money in."

"If you have any questions, please call me." Ou Yongen said hello to Chen Shixian and left the office.

Chen Shixian looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the bustling Hong Kong Island with a leisurely gaze.

With the specific numbers and times, things will be almost done.

Fifteen million is not a small amount.

But as long as you can get a gun permit, it's worth it.

What's more, if this series of paintings were released in later times, one painting could be sold at a sky-high price.

I can only blame myself because I am too poor now.

Originally he thought ten million would be enough.

Now, I'm afraid I have to pay out the remaining several million I have.

Money is not worth spending.

Still gotta make money!
You have to make quick money first.

As for how to make quick money, there is only one way.

plunder!

Chen Shixian closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and wondered which unlucky guy would become the chosen one?
"Brother Xian!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open. Chen Shixian heard the noise and opened his eyes.

Baozhu pushed the door open and walked in hurriedly, holding a bunch of roses.

Qiu Gangao, Ahua and Aquan followed behind, carrying fruit baskets and other things.

"Oh my god, Baozhu, are you proposing to me? Why did you buy such a big bouquet of flowers?"

Chen Shixian looked at the rose that could cover half of Baozhu's body, rubbed his itchy nose and smiled.

"No, Brother Xian, Gongzi Qiang was transferred from the ICU to the general ward today!"

"I have to go see this flop!"

Baozhu placed the flowers on the table and casually told the situation.

"Diao, buying roses for patients, you are really talented!"

Chen Shixian gave a thumbs up and then asked, "Why didn't anyone notify me when Gongzi Qiang left the ICU?"

Gongzi Qiang is a troublemaker. He has not been quiet since he entered Stanley. He is inexperienced, loves to play around, and has a bad mouth. He is the one who is targeted the most and has not been discharged from the hospital yet.

In fact, Chen Shixian didn't want to have a time bomb around him.

So, unconsciously, I ignored Gongzi Qiang.

However, Qiu Gangao and others have deeper feelings for Gongzi Qiang. They don't know what kind of trouble Gongzi Qiang will cause in the future, so they naturally treat him as a brother.

Therefore, Chen Shixian should not go too far and blame Gongzi Qiang for things that have not happened in the future.

If you do it too ugly, it will inevitably disappoint your brothers.

"Boss, you've been very busy lately, so we didn't mean to ruin your good fortune."

"We just need to prepare the things."

"You are responsible for all the medical expenses of the young master."

"It doesn't matter whether you send gifts or not. If he dares to blame you, I'll chop off his head!"

Baozhu waved his hand rudely and boldly and said loudly.

"What is needed is still needed."

"The young master has been fasting in the ICU for so long, he must be craving for cigarettes. Take two packs of Red Wan from my drawer and bring them to him to satisfy his craving!"

Chen Shixian is not stingy when it comes to giving gifts.

Soon, two cars drove one after the other directly to Maria Hospital.

When Chen Shixian and his friends arrived at the tenth floor of the inpatient department of Maria Hospital, they were blocked in the corridor before they could find Gongzi Qiang's ward.

The corridor was noisy.

A man with triangular eyes, a big nose, and a platinum necklace as thick as a thumb around his neck, followed by a group of ferocious-looking younger brothers with tattoos of dragons and tigers, blocked the corridor.

There were also bursts of sobbing from old people and girls in the crowd.

The young nurses were so frightened that their legs went limp. They huddled together and hid far away.

The ward was a mess.

It was obvious at first glance that some gangsters were causing trouble in the hospital.

(A stunning work sold for over 4.57 million yuan at auction. Can each of you bid for one? Let my son paint it for only five yuan!)
　ps: Third update!

　　
　
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