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Chapter 73 Poaching

The sea, the storm, the small boat, and the panicked crew on board.

That's all the elements that make up this painting.

The photo Tommy took was relatively clear. Looking at the brushstrokes and style of the painting, Vanessa recognized at a glance that it was the work of painter Rembrandt.

It should be the world famous painting called "The Storm on the Sea of Galilee"!

"How is this possible?"

She couldn't believe her eyes and kept muttering to herself.

After all, the painting was stolen by a thief at an exhibition in 1990 and its whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

There have been many rumors in later generations, but most of them were false news. Even if some paintings were really found, they were all proved to be fakes and had no collection value at all.

However, the painting "Storm on the Sea of Galilee" that Tommy showed her today had such perfect details that she couldn't even find any flaws.

"If this is true, it would be incredible."

The author of this painting, Rembrandt Harmansson van Rijn, has always been considered one of the greatest painters in Europe in the 17th century and the greatest painter in Dutch history.

He has superb painting skills and is proficient in portraiture, landscape, genre painting, religious painting, historical painting and other fields.

Once at an auction house in Europe, a self-portrait by Rembrandt alone was sold for a high price of 20 million pounds.

If this "Storm on the Sea of Galilee" is an authentic Rembrandt, the price will only be higher.

As the only seascape painted by Rembrandt in his lifetime, this painting is inherently a one-of-a-kind piece.

As early as 1990, the painting was worth at least $3 million.

That was 1990 million US dollars in 3. If we look at it today, the price will definitely be higher, at least 4 million US dollars, and I'm afraid even 5 million will be more than that.

Of course, money is secondary.

The painting was Tommy's and had nothing to do with her.

What matters to her most is that if the painting is confirmed to be authentic, her name as the appraiser will also be recorded in art history and remembered by the world.

This kind of thing is a huge temptation that is hard to refuse for any art practitioner.

Thinking of this, Vanessa no longer hesitated and directly accepted Tommy's invitation. She was even more anxious than Tommy and planned to set off immediately.

Tommy: "Will this affect your business?"

"of course not."

Vanessa responded with a smile as she tucked her messy hair behind her ear.

The gallery business is similar to the antique business, in that you can close for three years but make a profit for three years after reopening.

The order she made today would be enough to pay her rent for a long time.

Besides, even if she leaves, the gallery still has other staff members who can look after the store and continue to operate normally.

Therefore, Vanessa, who was eager to see the paintings, simply gave a few instructions to the staff, followed Tommy into the Mercedes, and quickly left the gallery.

They walked for about ten minutes before a black extended Lincoln arrived.

The driver helped open the door, and Wilson Fisk, who had a double-door body, stepped out.

As soon as he entered the gallery, he began to look for the gallery's hostess, Vanessa, in a hurry.

Ever since they last met, he fell in love with Vanessa at first sight and thought she was the love of his life.

However, considering Vanessa's feelings, he did not launch an offensive when they first met.

Instead, he waited until today and went to her house again under the pretext of buying a painting, hoping to successfully invite Vanessa to accompany him to dinner at a high-end restaurant.

However, to Wilson's disappointment, he walked around the gallery three times but still couldn't find the hostess.

What surprised him even more was that the painting "Hare in a Snowstorm" that he had admired that day had also disappeared.

Noticing these unusual things, Wilson frowned slightly.

"Strange, where did Vanessa go?" He specially sent people to investigate and roughly knew Vanessa's life pattern.

Normally at this time, Vanessa would be in the store.

She suddenly didn't show up today. Could it be that she was not feeling well today and that's why she didn't come to work?

Thinking of this, Wilson became a little worried and walked to the front desk for consultation.

What he didn't expect was that the staff gave another explanation to his question.

"No, the boss is not sick. He has been in good health and came to work this morning. He just went out with a customer.

Oh, yes, Mr. Fisk, that is the customer who bought the "Hare in the Snowstorm" you noticed last time."

"What did you say?!"

Hearing the staff's response, Wilson's face gradually darkened, his aura gradually weakened, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he stared at the receptionist so hard that a chill ran down her spine.

She had never seen such a terrifying look, as if the person standing in front of her was not a human but a ferocious beast that could attack her at any time and tear her body to pieces.

Noticing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, James Wesley quickly took a few steps forward, leaned closer and whispered a reminder.

"Boss, calm down first. The most urgent thing is to find out the identity of the buyer so as to ensure where Miss Marianna is and whether she is safe."

"You're right, James."

Wilson suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and a warm smile appeared on his face again.

Anyway, this girl is also Vanessa's employee, and it would be bad to scare her.

"Could you please give me the contact information of the person who bought the painting?"

Worried that Wilson might get into trouble again, James asked on his behalf.

"My boss really likes the painting 'Hare in a Snowstorm' and really hopes he will part with it, no matter how much it costs."

Buying paintings is just an excuse, the key is the contact information.

To make it easier for the receptionist, James also pulled his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a small stack of fifty dollar bills.

"As long as you can tell me that person's phone number, all of these will be yours."

"This……"

Five hundred dollars, almost as much as her salary for several days.

The receptionist really wanted to earn this money, but the problem was that she really didn't know Tommy's phone number.

Judging from the other party's expression, James could confirm that the other party knew nothing. Feeling a little helpless, he asked again.

"Okay, if there's no phone number, is there any other information? Even just his appearance will do."

He really had no choice.

If he didn't find out something, his boss Wilson would definitely get angry again.

Fortunately, this time the staff was not stumped and readily told everything they knew.

"The man was very tall and wore a pair of black sunglasses. He had a very handsome face, like a Hollywood star. As for his attire, he was wearing a neat black suit."

James shook his head when he heard this.

There is too little information to find someone.

You have to know that anyone who has time to look at paintings in the gallery on weekdays and has spare money to buy art are basically celebrities in society, and their dress is similar to what the staff described.

Finding someone based on this feature alone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, under the temptation of five hundred dollars, the receptionist exerted her maximum potential and finally provided valuable information.

"Although I'm not sure, it sounds like that person has an Italian accent."

(End of this chapter)