305 Unexpected Continuation (1/2)
When Su Zheng bounded back happily, Edward could only sigh under the taunting gaze from Ye Shuang. He dragged his large body from the chair and accepted his order to complete the next step. When this girl started to order people around, she was really not even a little bit tactful about it. Then again, he also wanted to know whether the painting was really in Cedrick's bag or not.
”Hey, partner!” Edward did not use much ploy. Su Zheng's directness had probably given him inspiration, so he replicated her method. He could not be sure how far Cedrick had chatted with the collector—perhaps they were getting to the midst of it, or perhaps they were ready to leave already. To prevent unnecessary trouble—like the men leaving before the trap was triggered—Edward walked over to them casually and sat next to the shy looking young man.
Cedrick looked at the unexpected guest with surprise. After sharing an equally confused look with the collector, he asked hesitantly but still politely, ”I'm sorry, but who are you?”
”Is this your friend, Cedrick?” The collector looked at them curiously.
”Oh, yes, we are.” Edward interrupted Cedrick before he could deny it. ”Of course, Cedrick and I know each other. Hmm… Don't you agree, Mr. Gentleman?”
When he said the latter sentence, Edward turned to toss Cedrick a look.
Hearing the familiar nickname, Cedrick's calm demeanor was shaken for a moment before he flashed his polite smile. ”I think you have something to tell me, right? How about we move to the side?”
”There's no need… Hmm, you don't mind, right?” Edward took up the biscuit from the table and took a bite before asking Cedrick. Cedrick looked at Edward silently and shook his head.
After Edward had his fill, he picked up another piece before continuing. ”I seem to have left something of mine with you, Cedrick. If you don't mind, can I take a look inside your bag?”
The request confused the collector, but the youth quickly thought about it and confirmed that he had not stolen anything from someone who looked like Edward. Furthermore, he had recently been busying liaising with the collector, so he had not had time to commit any crimes. Regardless, Cedrick believed that the other man would not find anything incriminating inside his bag.
With that in mind, Cedrick smiled. ”Of course, it's no problem.”
Even if Edward was with the FBI, doing something while he was watching was impossible. Cedrick turned to grab his backpack on his chair. Then he froze when he pulled open the zipper and noticed an oil painting that should not have been in there.
When did this painting enter my bag?
Edward naturally noticed the pause. He turned his head around and whistled. Wow… That little girl knows her stuff.
The collector still did not understand what was happening. ”Cedrick, what's the problem?”
Edward looked at the stunned Cedrick with wicked humor in his eyes and pitied this famed thief for a second before starting to have his own fun. ”Mr. Cedrick, why don't we admire this painting together?”
Cedrick was still in stunned mode. As a famous thief and someone who had escaped the FBI openly so many times, Cedrick's intelligence was higher than most. However, like what Ye Shuang said, he was more familiar with planning and setting up a theft even though his skill was not bad either, as evidenced by the fact that he had managed to steal Su Zheng's phone.
Other than using various high-tech gadgets to set up his plan, Cedrick's mastery of his skillful hands was very high as well, and no one had ever pulled one over on him… However, it was also because of it that when something that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his backpack, he would end up being so stunned.
The difficulty of stealing something and planting something were different; the former was more difficult than the later. However, if it was planting something so big and the backpack was so close to him, this kind of technique was already beyond anything that Cedrick had ever known. How did the man do it?
Edward had great admiration for the expression on Cedrick's face. With sinister purpose, he enjoyed the man's shock for a while before he reminded the man again. ”Mr. Cedrick?”
”Hmm? Oh.” Cedrick was pulled back to reality, and his brain quickly assessed the current situation. From the quality of the canvas, this was not an artifact. The paint was rather dark, so it looked like a student's work. The size was also a bit small, probably for the convenience of lugging it around. It should not be something for an exhibition… In conclusion, this was a painting that had no market value. After getting that conclusion, the initial fluster Cedrick experienced became much better.
Even though he could not understand how the painting got there, as long as it had no value, then this at most was a harmless accident…
Cedrick did not realize that in certain people's eyes, the value of a painting was more than its measure of price and history.