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In the wide main restaurant, the housekeeper and beautiful maids were rushing around, rushing; the huge round dining table was filled with various foods, from paella to famous French dishes, from top-quality fish roe sauce in the Baltic to roasted potatoes in Finland, hard bread, and even various famous dishes from China and a few bottles of rare Maotai.

Lord John sat next to Lee Jucheng, whispering something to him, looking very happy to talk; more than a dozen collectors from all over the world gathered together, all of whom were a little excited, and the topic was always about to appear "The Last Supper". Henry was very energetic today, wearing a handmade suit with a reasonable tailoring, and also wearing a pink and white bow tie in a sensual manner, which was the same color as Emma's evening dress; Emma became a real socialite, like a lady from a famous family, and smiled charmingly at the men who paid attention to her very politely, including Hashimoto Kyuro, a man in the island country.

Liu Ke and Zhang Zhao did not participate in this grand event, and Liu Xu also took Xiao Yezi back to the room to rest. Seeing that the oriental woman was gone by Zhou Yi, Emma's eyes gradually became hot and bold, and her eyes flowed to Zhou Yi, even with a teasing meaning. Zhou Yi frowned and did not look back at the sexy girl, but carefully observed Henry and guessed his intentions. Zhou Yi looked at his second brother-in-law. He had not taken action just now. Was he really aiming for this "The Last Supper"? Did he always blame him wrongly. He did not give up his original dream and was still pursuing art?

Spending 80 million or even hundreds of millions of euros to buy a painting may not be something worth encouraging. But for a nouveau riche like Henry, it is much better than spending money on women, drugs, and even gambling. Only with persistence can you have dreams.

Zhou Yi was actually a little relieved. He even hoped that he had read it wrong. If Henry had not given up on his dream, wouldn't he be a villain in vain? Let's take a look. If he really didn't disappoint himself, he didn't seem to need to take too much action. This is a great thing for both the Zhou family and the second sister.

John had a taste of self-respecting his own treasure. According to his request, only those who paid a deposit of 10 million euros first and sincerely bought this "The Last Supper" were eligible to enter this restaurant and get the opportunity to observe it closely. He even violated the general rules of the auction and agreed that if the final auction price was less than 150 million, he would donate the painting directly to the British Museum. These requirements made many collectors dissatisfied and eventually withdrew from the competition. Those who could stay were those who were truly capable and interested in the painting.

John's rules seem contradictory, but in fact they have been carefully considered. According to his words, if the final auction price is less than 150 million, it will not be able to solve his urgent needs. It would be better to give it to the British Museum to seek a good reputation. Of course, the auctioneer's bid is still valid. For example, if someone pays 90 million, then the person's name will appear on the list of donors. With the usual style of Buckingham Palace, this is enough to exchange for a honorary title.

Zhou Yi and Li Jucheng smiled, and it seemed that they remembered Liulichang's Beijing films: "Boss, it won't be possible if you don't have it. If I can't do anything, I might as well give it to you for a favor..."

This is called "Super Selling". Unexpectedly, John learned this trick. He was so outstanding that he couldn't say anything. He had to secretly admire the nobles for being different. He probably wouldn't have given up such a great work of art for some small money.

"Lao Zhou, are you really going to buy this painting? You're so rich..."

Tang Bao also paid a deposit of 10 million euros. At this moment, he sat next to Zhou Yi, and bit his ears by imitating his uncle: "It's really not worth it to ask me to see 80 million euros to buy a painting. It's better to keep it for poverty alleviation than to have this money. Brother, I'm here recently..."

"You're coming less, raise a few female celebrities~ You're going to have everything, but you actually come to me to cry and be poor?" Zhou Yi gave him a blank look: "Since you're not interested, why are you here to join in the fun? Why don't you go out with Brother Liu and the others to see the customs and customs of Porvoo?"

"You don't understand what kind of person are we? Player! If you don't get a kick in such a big bustle, will your buddy still have the face to meet people when you return to Kyoto?"

Tang Bao smiled. In his opinion, what does "The Last Supper" mean? Is Teacher Cang's photo artistic? Isn't it just a group of men eating around the table? Isn't it? Isn't it? I'm guilty, I repent.........

"Old Zhou, according to John, this painting is quite awesome, but why do I feel unreliable?" He has seen many scenes of Master Tang. He has observed the thousand-year-old female corpses in Mawangdui, and he has an intuition that can compare to girls.

"Haha, let's talk about it first. Everything is possible these days."

Zhou Yi looked at Professor Adam and his friends with excitement, and he was also a little suspicious. If this painting was genuine, its value would probably be greater than that of the "old woman's smile". Eighty million euros were not high. It would not be surprising if he got a big auction house to auction it for 200 million euros. John has a grudge against money? Don't mention the face of the declining nobles, that's not a scam? For these outdated nobles who spend money like money, money is a hundred times more important than face.

"Gentlemen, ladies, the painting has been delivered. You can now observe it up close and use various means to appreciate and distinguish it, but please do not touch it with your hands..."

After drinking for three rounds of dishes and five flavors, I saw several professional security guards dressed in escorting the painting. The painting was fixed on the mobile exhibition car, with crystal glass frames embedded outside. The restaurant was full of people who knew the goods. I immediately realized that it was pure natural crystal, and the expectations were inevitably higher.

"The paints are correct, and the level is indeed no lower than that of Master Leonardo da Vinci. Look at Judas' facial expression, in a daze, the corners of his mouth slightly lowered, showing his pretentious calmness and inner panic... Oh, such delicate brushwork can only be depicted by a genius like Falmer..."

"Priceless treasure... France and Italy are not qualified to own this great work of art. It belongs to the whole of Europe and the whole world."

"God. What did I see?"

Professor Adam looked at him with a magnifying glass for a while, and his whole body trembled excitedly. He looked at Zhou Yi with great desire: "No, such a great work of art cannot be cheap for British people! We are all willing to sell all our property and make up 60 million euros, but the remaining money..." His good friends also looked at Zhou Yi with a thrill of fear, and Bai Bingbing, who was following Adam, had her eyes red.

"Don't worry, since I agree, I won't let you down."

Zhou Yi took his eyes off the "The Last Supper", smiled gently, returned to his seat, and looked up at Henry.

Henry was very calm. He was not at all like the rash ghost who had just entered Wengian Lei that day. When everyone was praising the painting, he was obviously relieved, as if he had removed a thousand pounds of burden.

“Sure enough, there is a problem…”

Zhou Yi sighed secretly, feeling a little disappointed.

"Everyone, you can start bidding now."

John smiled and said, "Everyone is a famous collector. You should know that if this painting is taken to an auction house in London or Paris, it can be sold for 200 million pounds or 300 million pounds or euros. Now my base price is only 80 million, and each bid is 5 million. Don't lose this rare opportunity?"

"Eighty-five million!"

"Ninety million!"

"Ninety-five million!"

Zhou Yi did not bid for the price. He was neither a believer nor a fan of Western paintings. He was not a strong wind. He paid a deposit of 10 million to obtain entry. He just wanted to observe Henry's true intention, not to raise the price.

Li Jucheng is even more experienced. Everyone stared at him, the richest man in Asia, waiting for him to bid, but he didn't even move his little finger. Li Chaoren didn't know much about antique calligraphy and paintings, and he was even more awesome about Western paintings. But he couldn't look at paintings, but he could look at people. Zhou Yi, a magical boy, did not do anything. Everyone was hesitating about the collection of several famous Western paintings in the restaurant. Of course, he would not take action easily. In Superman's opinion, any item should have its value, such as the "Three Treasures of Dharma", and the official kiln porcelain he just purchased, were not purchased randomly; collecting for the sake of collecting is an unattainable thing in his opinion, and that would only slow down the flow of funds.

He would take out a deposit of 10 million euros, and he wanted to observe how Zhou Yi would do it at close range. Now Li Jucheng is becoming more and more interested in Zhou Yi, especially after he learned that the wool purchased by Zhou Yi in Tengchong almost reached more than 90% of the green output rate.

This is a magical little guy, and there must be something else he is hiding from himself. What kind of attitude does he have towards this painting? Li Chaoren is not a good wife, but he is very curious or caring about Zhou Yi. He always makes every effort to try to understand the people he values, especially Zhou Yi, who is regarded as his family and nephew.

"The first time, 95 million, my sirs and ladies, if you miss this opportunity, I promise you will regret it. There is only one such great work of art in the world. Of course, if it is only for this price, I can only give this painting to the British Museum. Mr. Wilson will be praised by Buckingham Palace and will at least become a lord." Wilson called out 95 million British collectors.

John's face changed slightly, but he still maintained the calmness that a noble should have; Henry turned his head slightly, as if he was indifferent, but the angle of his head was just enough to observe most buyers, and his stiff posture also betrayed his inner tension, at least in Zhou Yi's opinion.

"One hundred million!"

The one who asked for the bid was Kuroro Hashimoto, but the little ghost's face was very wrong. Both of his cheeks were red, as if two ripe apples were obviously excited. Other collectors felt puzzled, thinking that this person was as for it? Isn't it just a painting? No matter how great the artwork is, it can't be like seeing God? But I don't know that this is the original sin of the island people, face or face. Hashimoto is thinking about his face and the glory of the Hashimoto family for generations.

From his name, we can tell that Hashimoto is not a nobleman of the island country, and he cannot have a prominent surname and decent name like those high-ranking sects. Jiuhuiro... Although the island country winter melons have innate powerful beasts, even the four islands in the country where A-V flowers bloom cannot stop them from making trouble for their legal or illegal wives. Three times, four times, five, six, seven, and eight times, as much as they want, but Hashimoto is rich now. The identity of a civilian and this dirty name make him unable to sleep or eat, and he feels sorry for the government and the party. If it is not changed, not only will he be ashamed of his ancestors, but also the descendants of the Hashimoto family!

Title, noble? If possible, Hashimoto was willing to pay all the price for it, but unfortunately the island country had a clear class. Especially the bloodline, even if his money was twice as high, the emperor would not look at him directly. And Britain, countries like the country that still retained the royal family. They have never liked Xiao Gui, and he has never found a suitable opportunity.

So when he heard John's rules, Hashimoto almost fainted. The opportunity... he could finally become a nobleman. What he wanted was not this painting, no matter whether it was the last supper or breakfast, as long as he gave it to the British Museum, the dream title would fall from the sky. Great Amaterasu, bless your loyal people, I have been thinking about it for many years...

"One hundred million!"

Seeing Hashimoto take action, Han Bang immediately became excited like a cockfighting and bit Gui'er without letting go.

"One hundred and fifteen million!"

"One to 120 million!"

Hearing Han Bang's offer, Hashimoto's face changed: "125 million yuan!" Bageyalu, I'm not finished with you! All he wants is a famous title, which could have been done with 100 million euros, but now it's been disturbed by Nan Bang, and he has spent 20 million yuan more. This hatred is deep...

The hall was quiet, and the price was already very high. Many collectors had shook their heads to express their gratitude. Even Nanbain gave up on the cockfighting behavior. He didn't need any title. He just wanted to disgust Hashimoto and didn't want to be really trapped. Do you really have to spend 150 million euros to buy a Western painting that he doesn't like, or throw more than 100 million to add bricks and tiles to Buckingham Palace? Bangzi has always had the pride of looking down on the world. He believes that as long as domestic historians work harder, they can quickly come to the conclusion that the whole of Europe belongs to ancient Goryeo. Is the title given by an old British woman a bad one?

"week......"

Seeing that no one was bidding, Adam was a little panicked and rushed to Zhou Yi with a red face. Didn’t everyone agree? Adam felt very wronged, Bai Bingbing felt itchy teeth, and hated this fat guy who broke his promise.

“Professor Adam…”

Zhou Yi was about to relieve his gratitude when John laughed: "I really didn't expect that the highest price was Mr. Hashimoto, haha... 125 million for the first time, isn't anyone willing to pay a higher price? The second time... well, Mr. Hashimoto temporarily got this painting. Mr. Hashimoto, do you want to make up for 150 million euros and always own this painting? Or donate it to the British Museum according to our agreement? Of course, the choice is with you. If you choose to donate, I guarantee that your name will be ahead of me..."

Looking at Hashimoto with a smile, John believed that as long as Hashimoto was not a fool, he would make the right choice.

"Dear Lord John, artworks should belong to all mankind. Anyone who wants private possession will become a sinner in history!"

"ah?"

"puff......"

Lord John was stunned when he heard this, Nan Bang vomited directly, and Zhou Yi was also disgusted.

"So, I decided to give this "The Last Supper" to the British Museum so that all those who love art can see it at any time!"

Hashimoto's face was filled with a divine light. He was not like a vicious capitalist living in a cramped island. He was simply a proletarian revolutionary warrior, with a high moral character and a tear-jerking...

"Mr. Hashimoto..."

John was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Hashimoto excitedly: "Let's trade now. Lord John, you won't regret it?" He said that, and threw out a bank card.

"Calendar Mr. Hashimoto's money."

John waved his hand powerlessly, and after he ordered the housekeeper to collect the money, he collapsed on the chair, as if someone suddenly had his bones removed. He turned to look at Henry, who had been silent, and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Henry, I lost...I hope..."

"Nonono...Lord John, we are willing to accept the loss, we have no choice but to discuss."

Henry snapped his fingers very casually, and there was a sound of fighting and the screams of maids outside the restaurant. Soon, the door of the restaurant was kicked open, and more than a dozen men in black holding automatic rifles rushed in. These people all looked cold and murderous, but they dressed like gentlemen. All the people present had seen the world. When they saw these men in black, they immediately thought of some terrifying guys - x-matches!

"no! Mr. Henry, I beg you. These are my guests, and they are innocent. I know, you are just kidding. Mr. Lee is here, Mr. Hashimoto is here, and Mr. Park from South Korea is also here. They are all people with status. You dare not do anything, you dare not do anything..."

"Of course, I'm a very reasonable person."

Henry smiled, lowered his head and kissed Emma's delicate face, rolled up gracefully, and looked at everyone including Zhou Yi with a smile: "Don't be nervous, everyone, I'm just asking everyone to be a witness. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, haha..."

"Okay, this guy has grown a lot."

Zhou Yi looked at Henry with a smile. It was amazing to be able to act freely in front of so many big names, even if it was pretending. But to play with black? The whole world knows what the consequences of playing black in front of Li Chaoren. Just by being a poor and declining painter who just grasped Weng Ji'an Lei, he could mobilize the X-ray and threaten a dignified Lord? Stop talking nonsense, right?

When Zhou Yi thought of Mr. Lord, he smiled even happier. He felt that it would be a pity for this person not to compete for the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor.

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