The portrait of Dingxiang was destroyed and the scene was in chaos. Some people shook their heads and sighed around the incomplete portraits, while others beat their chests and stamped their feet. The middle-aged man named Wen Yong asked Hua Tiancheng with tears in his eyes: Dean Hua, what should I do? Can this painting be repaired? Can the auction be carried out the day after tomorrow?

Mr. Wen, don’t be sad either. My wife came to the scene. I will discuss with her now to see if there is a way to repair it. If there is a way to repair it, I will tell you again. After saying this, Hua Tiancheng pulled Fairy Chang'e to a corner without anyone and asked: Wife, do you have a way to repair it?

Don't panic, what's the problem? You know, Fairy Chang'e is a god. If you can't even do this, would you still be a god? Just in case, I took a full photo of Dingliu on my phone. In the evening, I would repair this painting as intact as before in the hotel in less than an hour.

The power of this gun is too great, as long as you and I are not injured. It is such a sin. The old man was beaten to death by innocent people and died so miserably. Who probably hired this sniper who shot you?

Hua Tiancheng said without thinking: Needless to say, it was Xu Zhicheng who arranged for someone to do it. He has his own branch in Xijing City. He is really a person who doesn’t know how to live or die. He will never die until the Yellow River, and will never look back until the Nan Wall. I want to let him go, but he just wants to die. What do you think there is a way?

It is a trivial matter that the portrait of Dingxiang is burned, and you are almost hit by a sniper. You should be careful when you ask Jixiang and Qianjin. Don’t go out and run around at night. Xijing City is not Jinniu Town or Beauty Gate.

My wife, I understand. Now I will go to the manager of the auction house to first agree not to cancel our auction plan. After that, Huatiancheng found the manager of the auction house and said: According to the exhibition agreement we signed, there will be a safety accident here. Your auction house has to bear 50% responsibility. However, my wife is more kind and she plans to restore the painting to its original appearance at night.

Our exhibition opportunities continue to be effective, but if my painting is auctioned and I will be exempted from paying the handling fee for your auction house. If my people hadn't run fast, the painting would have been completely burned. This was my wife's efforts for almost a week.

After hearing Hua Tiancheng say this, the manager of the auction house was relieved: Yes, it's okay, there's no problem. As long as you don't let us accompany this painting, it's great. After this day and a half, your wife's painting attracted people to visit. Many of the paintings were compared by the painting of Beauty Lilac.

As long as your wife can repair it overnight and continue to participate in the exhibition tomorrow, we will increase the protection around us and ask the armed police soldiers to help us patrol.

Then the manager of the auction house said loudly: Dear friends who are coming to the art exhibition, let me tell you a good news. The original creator of the painting Beauty Lilac has arrived at our site today. She said that she would work overtime to restore the painting to the evening. It is guaranteed that the paintings exhibited tomorrow will be exactly the same as today.

Everyone should go back. In the afternoon, except for the painting "Beauty Lilac" that will not be exhibited, the other paintings will continue to be exhibited. Tomorrow is the last day of the exhibition, and everyone is welcome to visit.

Let’s talk about that night, after drinking some white wine, Xu Zhicheng entered the bedroom and fell asleep in a daze.

Just as he was sleeping soundly, he was suddenly awakened by the smoke that had come into the crack of the door.

He immediately jumped out of bed and opened the bedroom door. It would be fine if he didn't open it, but once it was opened, the flames rushed towards him. The living room on the first floor of the villa was already in a sea of ​​fire, and the curtains were burning. Bang—a TV exploded, and soon bang—a bang—a explosion, and the refrigerator also exploded.

The explosion was very loud, shattering the glass on the windows on the first floor. As soon as the cold wind blew in, the fire on the first floor began to spread to the second floor. Within ten minutes, the first floor could no longer see anything.

The heat waves rolled, and black smoke was constantly coming out of the window on the first floor. Xu Zhicheng was still calling out, but his cell phone also lost the signal. His body was also burned by Liehuo. Xu Zhicheng was afraid that the fire would burn his face, so he squatted on the ground and cried constantly.

Because the smoke is too strong, even if you are not burned to death, you will be choked to death by the smoke. Xu Zhicheng, panicked, immediately called 119: Hey, I am the villa area of ​​Bishuiyuan. I am on fire here. Come and save me, I am Xu Zhicheng

The smoke from the living room rushed in from the bedroom, choking him so hard that he coughed. Xu Zhicheng immediately picked up a dry towel and ran to the bathroom to get wet, covering his nose and mouth.

However, when he ran out of the bathroom, the bedroom also caught fire. The quilt on the bed caught fire and the curtains caught fire. He wanted to jump off the balcony, but the balcony was swallowed by the fire. The floor of the living room was covered with thick carpets, and the carpets caught fire, and thick smoke rolled. The sound of explosions came from time to time in the living room on the first floor.

Outside the villa, there were crowds of people, police cars roaring. The armed police soldiers next to the fire truck took the fire sprinkler and kept spraying water on the first floor of the villa. Soon there was flowing water everywhere, but the fireworks were still not extinguished, and the fires soared into the sky, and even the second floor was on fire. Because the decoration in the villa was too luxurious, as long as it caught fire, it was easy to burn all of them.

The fire lasted for three or four hours before it was slowly extinguished. Xu Zhicheng was also rescued from the bathroom in the bedroom by the armed police soldiers. His man was already unconscious and was wearing only a fig leaf on his body. Except for his face, all other places were burned by the fire, and the area of ​​skin burns reached 80%.

Because he covered his face with a wet towel, his face was not burned. If he had closed the bathroom door tightly in advance, he might not have burned too much. It was just that he was delaying a lot of time when he was calling out. Besides, he was afraid that he would be burned to death, so he wanted to rush out in a wet towel, but he was lifted up by the heat wave several times.

When he finished the phone and ran to the bathroom to close the door, the bathroom door was deformed due to the scorching and could not be closed. The bath towel on his body had been dried and was damaged by skin and flesh. The pungent smell in the room made people unable to breathe.
Chapter completed!