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Elder Lu laughed, "I say, what happened to you this time? You don't even know how to settle such a simple account? "You really lost your watermelon this time."

"What do you mean?" Elder Sun was obviously quite infuriated with Xiao Peng.

Elder Lu said: "Xiao Peng was willing to take out these shipwreck ruins and suffer a huge loss for himself. He can definitely go and fish them out himself, and after selling them and paying the tax, he'll earn even more. Or maybe he kept everything for himself, just like he said, to be used as a dinnerware in the canteen. If it really was on the same scale as the Blackstone, with sixty or seventy thousand pieces of porcelain, let alone a canteen supply, he wouldn't feel bad even if he smashed it every day just to play with it. He wasn't short on money anyway. There was no tax to be paid, and the country could not get a penny. Yet you, you said that he was going to take out the boat, and yet you still want him to take out more money?

Hearing Elder Lu's words, Elder Sun also calmed down. As he frowned and thought, Elder Lu saw that he had calmed down, so he continued to say: "These things are in the South Sea, but if you want us to fish them up, we don't have the time and energy, nor the ability to find the sunken ship. After all, it will take a very long time. Now that Xiao Peng has found it for us, this is the biggest problem we have to face. Now the problem is, if we don't fish, it's very likely that we'll get fished out by other countries, and if we want fished out, we don't even know where to go. If he doesn't have the ability to salvage, then he can only take advantage of other countries by not fishing. Our country can only watch from the sidelines; and if he has the ability to salvage, he can salvage the sunken ship by himself, and if he can sell it, the country can collect some taxes, and if he doesn't sell it? The country can't get a penny. Do you think you lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds? "

Elder Sun sighed, "How can I not know this? But who would have thought that this brat would turn hostile just because he said so? His entire body belonged to the butt of a monkey! I'm already so old, can't we discuss it properly? Crack! Crack! Crack! He fired at me. Who else could possibly take it? "

Elder Lu suddenly laughed: "Old Sun, that's not what you said last time when this brat provoked me. If I remember correctly, it's normal for him to be young and vigorous at this age."

When Elder Sun heard this, he was stunned for a moment before suddenly laughing, "Old partner, the one we are talking about is him provoking you. If he provokes me, then you should come and talk to me."

Elder Lu patted Elder Sun's shoulder: "Old Sun, I can actually understand you. This brat is indeed a bit strange, he might not be able to cause any trouble, making it difficult for people to control him. But I have already thought it through, why do I need to control him? Let him do as he pleases. Although he has a lot of problems, there's one good thing about him. He has his own country in his heart, so he doesn't have to worry about him doing anything out of line. Of course, the prerequisite for that is that we don't have to pressure him, so we just let him do whatever he wants. "

Elder Sun still wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, he sighed: "Ai." "How do we deal with this now?"

Old Lu and Old Sun looked at each other and sighed together, "Hai."

Xiao Peng and Lu Ya, on the other hand, were happily strolling around the palace under the leadership of Director Wang. After all, many areas in the palace weren't open to the public.

"There's a cartoon in the collection?" Now it was Xiao Peng's turn to be dumbfounded. He actually saw a cartoon. It was not a drawing of the slightly comical characters of the Jiang Prefecture's Eight Monsters, Li Jinnon. Instead, it was a serious cartoon. That painting technique, tsk tsk, don't mention it anymore. It was the standard of a primary school student. There was a drawing of a bald head sitting on an electric chair while being tortured.

Curator Wang smiled when he saw it, "This painting was donated to the palace by a rich friend. The author of this painting is Charles Salvador. "It's quite an interesting piece of work."

Xiao Peng was stunned when he heard that. "Charles Salvador? Are you talking about the bald Charles Bronson in England? Is this his work after he changed his name? " With that, he picked up the piece of cartoon and carefully examined it.

When Lu Ya heard this, she was confused. "Just what are you guys talking about?"

Xiao Peng laughed, "That is an existence that has already surpassed the human race. That is a wonder!"

Lu Ya became even more curious. "What kind of person are you exactly? Why don't you tell me about it? "

Xiao Peng said, "This Charles, in fact, is a prisoner. He has never killed anyone, has never been in love with a child, is not a rapist, is not a terrorist, but he has spent more time in prison than those who have committed heinous crimes. He is listed as the most dangerous criminal by the British police. Since his first criminal arrest in 1974, he has spent most of his time in 120 British prisons, almost all of which are single cells, where he is still on vacation. "

"What did he do to get caught in there?" After listening to Xiao Peng's introduction, Lu Ya was filled with confusion.

Xiao Peng's tone was light as he said, "The Second Generation Officer tried to provoke the Emperor by snatching away 26 pounds."

Xiao Peng nodded. "Well, his father was the leader of the local Conservative Party, and his uncle had been mayor there for more than twenty years, so to speak, and his family was a local celebrity. At the age of twenty-two, Charles, on a whim, robbed a post office on the outskirts of Elsmeer Harbor and, although he only got £26.18, was sentenced to seven years in prison for it. At the time, his mother told him that he would be released in four years at the most, but it turned out that Charles was born with a mischievous heart, and after he went in, he almost never came out again. "

"Why?" Lu Ya became curious upon hearing this.

"The reason? To put it simply, Charles will never let go of any opportunity to beat someone up. For example, 'He stepped on my foot, so he has to kneel down and call me' General '. But he doesn't, so I'll beat him up!" For example, 'He blew me in the face, I don't like him, so I'm going to hit him' and so on, all sorts of weird reasons for her beating him up, even his favorite Arsenal FA Cup championship, he was going to grab a guard and beat him up to celebrate, and in less than a month Charles had beaten two of his fellow prison officers in two different prisons, one of whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life as a prison officer. His original seven years of imprisonment had also turned his own death penalty into fourteen years. It was not until 1987 that he was released from prison. " Xiao Peng introduced Lu Ya.

After Lu Ya heard this, she disdainfully said, "Isn't this what a violent madman is? Didn't he still let it out? If you have the guts, then continue seeking death! "

Xiao Peng helplessly looked at Lu Ya, "Didn't you hear me say he's still inside? He went back in two months after he was released from prison for an even more ridiculous reason. He took a passer-by with a gun and told him to drive him to a nearby city. So he went back to prison. After that, he never came out. "

"What does that have to do with the painting?" Lu Ya asked.

Xiao Peng replied, "This Charles has been locked in a cell for a long time, so he was a little bored. Thus, he found something for himself to do, such as writing a book on. What was that book called? Of course, he also had the right to say that he was 1.8 meters tall, loved fitness, could bend an iron railing with his bare hands, could lift a whole table with one hand, and was the champion of all kinds of push-ups and wrist wrestling in the prison. But because of the long period of solitary confinement, Charles was mentally ill, restless, and unable to think rationally when he was agitated. It wasn't until 1999, when the guard gave him a few pencils and white paper, that things changed. "

"Charles began to create comics with himself as the male lead, and from then on there was no end to it, all sorts of self-mockery, all sorts of scenes of his own torture. Just like this painting. " Xiao Peng pointed at the manga as he spoke to Lu Ya.

"This is just an drawing technique, so it's not really good." Lu Ya ridiculed. " "The character is rather cute, but isn't the content a bit too dark?"

Lu Ya shook her head. Isn't this too legendary?

Xiao Peng said with a smile, "This isn't even considered a legend. Then the British people began to call for the release of Charles, but he refused to do so, saying that Charles Bronson was dead and that Charles Salvador, who had been born for the arts, was now alive. This painting should be the one he created after changing its name in these two years. To this day, he is still imprisoned in the highest British prison known as the "Monster Park," where he is still painting and helping those in need. To be honest, I'd love to see him. Director Wang, can you transfer this painting to me? "

Hearing that, Director Wang looked troubled. "This is really not okay. After all, this was donated by someone else."

Xiao Peng curled his lips. "Tsk, I knew your place was a Pi Xiu. You can't get in!"

"Who said that?" Didn't I lend you the Great Sage's voice back then? " Director Wang retorted.

Xiao Peng disdainfully said, "I'm so annoyed by calling three times a day that I even dare to borrow your guqin?"

Lu Ya had been thinking, but now she asked Xiao Peng, "Xiao Peng, do you think this Charles is a good person or a bad person?"

Xiao Peng shrugged his shoulders, "In this world, there is a type of person called a good person who did something wrong. Nothing can easily define your life, even good and evil. Just like Yu Huan killing the person that insulted her mother, was he wrong? "

Lu Ya thought about it for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "I feel like this Charles story can be made into a movie."

"Oh, it's already done. It's called Tom Hardy. But to be honest, I think it would be better to make a movie of John McPhee's story. It would also be a suicide. "Tsk, tsk. He's still a super rich person, this is the real f * cking expert!"

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