Chapter 86 Oil Painting

"I know that you are very angry now. As a distinguished guest, it's really annoying to encounter this kind of thing. If it were me, I would be angry... But I hope you can understand our difficulties. After all, that guy has been working for the government for 30 years, and our trade union is very rigorous. In fact, we have long found that he is similar. It seems to be a fanatical religious trend, but there is no evidence to expel him..."

Marschal's diplomatic rhetoric is very naive to Pan Hongsheng.

Compason with domestic officials, their kung fu is really bad!

"So, I have decided to compensate you 500,000 francs as personal compensation for this incident, condition... I hope you keep your mouth shut about this unfortunate accident." Marshall looked at Pan Hongsheng carefully, and it seemed that he was really not very good at doing this kind of thing.

"500,000 francs?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party as pitiful as a small seal beaten by a stick, but forced himself to harden his heart: "Do you think a human life is worth 500,000 yuan? Is that how your country measures it? It seems that the United States should question the current situation of your human rights. My life, as an Oscar director, as a diplomatic officer, and as a friendly guest of the French people, is the only such explanation?

"So... what's your plan? It can also be increased as appropriate..." Marshall is a little overwhelmed waiting for his big eyes. He really doesn't look like a president who can represent the country.

"I'm not short of money, especially this little money..." Pan Hongsheng smiled meaningfully: "You know what I want. An explanation is not so cheap. I hope the situation taught by Moses in France is all complete."

"This... involves the religious beliefs of our citizens, and I refuse." Marshall seemed to feel that he was a little cowardly and blushed angrily: "Mr. Pan, please pay attention to your words! We are communicating on an equal footing. Please don't talk to me in that tone!"

People who are prone to anger or humiliation are the weakest.

Pan Hongsheng knows this well, because that kind of person has a deep sense of inferiority in his heart. Perhaps some inadvertent actions of others will cause them to be furious and nervous.

He smiled and took out the cigarette butt: "Can I have one?"

"Ah? No, thank you." Marshall was stunned. His original tense mood was slightly under control. Perhaps he felt that his performance was a little impatient. He took a cup of coffee to clear his throat: "Mr. Pan, the issue of religious belief is an extremely ** problem... I don't know how your country is, but in our country, anyone believes in any Religion, which is protected by law..."

"Even if it's the religious plot murder?" Pan Hongsheng's eyes were sharp: "Do you think a guard who shoots people casually, a racist extremist, should be punished by law? Does your law allow people to shoot and kill people at will just because of that person's black eyes and yellow skin?

"This..." Marshall's bare forehead was full of sweat beads, and he kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief: "Please don't... make things so serious..."

"I think the matter itself is very serious, and my request is reasonable." Pan Hongsheng lit a cigarette as if no one was there, and a long breath of smoke spewed out: "I want to know the situation of the murderer. Is this still your state secret?"

"This conversation is over." Marshall blushed for a long time before he said such a sentence.

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything more. To be honest, he has seen countless idiot politicians over the years, which is the most standard.

Coming out of the presidential palace, several strong young people immediately came up.

"Boss, what you told us to do, we have just called out the data from the archives database... The murderer's name is Pierce, a Frenchman of American descent. He has worked in a government agency for 37 years. We just visited his neighbor. It is said that this guy divorced his wife ten years ago. After marriage, he broke off contact with his children's family. The leading young man looks very shrewd, with a big mole at the corner of his mouth.

The big mole was quite conspicuous, which made Pan Hongsheng involuntarily look at him more.

These young people are the elite troops of his bodyguard company. These people are usually guards for the top rich. Pan Hongsheng specially mobilized them for this operation.

Although these guys are inconspicuous, they have their own unique skills.

The young man led by

is Zhang Shao, who is the best among these young people. He not only has extraordinary hacking skills, but also has the best skills among these people.

"Very good. Continue to observe his movements. Look at what this idiot president means. I guess this person can be released on bail."

"What? Can murderers be released on bail? Several young people looked at each other.

"What's the matter? This is a loophole in foreign law. Even a very bad punishment can still be mixed out by bail and then fly away... There are countless people who escape legal punishment in this way. Of course, they must be rich!" Pan Hongsheng shook his head helplessly: "But in this way, it's good for us!" It's really not good for us to follow the melons if he doesn't come out..."

"I see. We will pay attention to his movements 24 hours a day!" Zhang Shao waved his hand, and several people hurriedly disappeared at the corner of the street.

Pan Hongsheng strolled leisurely on the streets of Paris. At this time, the most prosperous shopping center and art exhibition center were withered, and the old man at the door of the oil painting studio dozed off.

When Pan Hongsheng passed by him, he was unaware of it.

The layout and atmosphere of the oil painting gallery are completely different from that in China. These vivid oil paintings are so rich in color and completely different from the quintessential style of traditional Chinese painting.

French people like human body painting very much, so most of the oil painting galleries are white human body paintings.

Some of these human bodies are plump, some are thin, and there are few even images of flesh and blood.

It seems that as long as the painting is too perfect, it has something to do with pornography, and this is art.

For oil painting, Pan Hongsheng is completely a layman. He doesn't want to pretend to understand like some people, but just looks for what he likes with his intuition.

He suddenly stopped in front of a picture.

This is a realistic oil painting. The woman in the painting has a slim figure. Although she has her back to herself, her round shoulders and round thighs are full of this kind of youth and the beauty of life.

"Do you like it?" Suddenly, a blonde woman with glasses suddenly appeared behind him. Unlike ordinary French girls, she did not smell of perfume that could kill people.

"Ah? Ah!" Pan Hongsheng felt a little embarrassed and was surrounded by emptyness. The woman seemed to come out of the ground, which scared him.

"You are the first person to stop in front of my painting..." The blonde seemed to be a little sad: "It's ridiculous. I've studied oil painting for more than ten years, and there is only one audience!"

Pan Hongsheng shook his head quickly: "No, maybe many people appreciate it, but there are too many paintings here..."

"You don't have to comfort me, I can see... My paintings have no artistic composition in their eyes, just a simple copy. My tutor once said that I am almost a camera, only draw the shape of what I see, but I have no soul and thought..."

The woman's sad appearance is very beautiful, and her long golden hair hangs gently on her chest, which is as pure and beautiful as a forest goddess.

Pan Hongsheng didn't know what to say, because he was a layman. Even if he wanted to comfort the other party, he didn't know where to say it.