Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In Sotheby's Auction House, a woman wearing a cool cheongsam and a huge toad mirror on her face walked out neatly while making a phone call.

“…The auction house has agreed and invited authoritative agencies around the world to issue appraisal opinions this week, followed by a one-month public exhibition.

A month later, the auction officially started. The current guide price for falling hammers is 16 paintings totaling US$320 million, which is still far from our expectations...

Things like art sell stories, inheritance, and premium!

If we had not used professional institutions to identify pigments, minerals, canvas crafts, and age, the auction house would not have staked resources at all and would have made great efforts to promote us..."

"It's okay, I understand..."

“…By the way, according to the auction house’s advice, if we are not in a hurry, we can wait a little longer.

Because the spring auction just ended, the capital flow of art collectors was not sufficient and the market was not particularly hot.

If we can wait half a year and leave enough time for auction houses to promote and hype, the price will likely double by the autumn auction or next spring auction.

What? Should we wait?"

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin was smearing something on a canvas with his brush in his hand. He heard the words in his heart, and he paused in his hand, shook his head and laughed.

“…Haha, don’t pay attention to them, just auction it…

We are not short of money, we are just a reasonable excuse. It is never their final say how much these paintings can be sold, but I have the final say!

If you find a broker to raise the sign on the spot, you will ask him to raise the price as much as you need.

One hundred million is him, and one billion is him. It depends on how much money we need next, and just raise the price...

The water of the artwork is already deep, and our purpose is to use his water to stir it up. If we don’t get involved with them, there is no need to deal with them more..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the graceful woman at the door of the auction house nodded in a clear understanding.

With every move, there was a charming charm, and the eyes of the men who came and went all turned into hooks...

"...I feel confident that you say this. OK, then proceed as planned and let your little president send someone to contact Sotheby's Hong Kong!"

“…The person is called Li Mengyuan…”

"...What do I call her? What does it have to do with me?"

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin shook his head helplessly, put the cleaned and organized brush back into the space, raised the painting in the scorching sun in his hand, took a deep breath, and used force to tear it into two halves.

"... Let's take the regular route and come back. After you come back, let's go to the same place together..."

“…where are you going?”

At the Pacific Place, beside the King Kong Road, the woman raised her slender wrist, stopped a taxi, opened the door and sat in the back seat, opened her red lips and said softly, "International Airport", then closed her eyes and hugged her chest, as if she was closing her eyes to rest.

“…help Xinghuo Group find a support that is enough to resist all Internet monopoly companies in China.

After all... our goal is to subvert the entire network environment. If we don't rely on it, relying solely on the size of the Spark Group, we will definitely be overwhelmed by their off-track tricks...

I wasn't in the mood to play with them those pediatric things, so I might as well just have a stud, either you die or I die, and I won't give you a third choice!"

“…Brother Xuebin…”

"……What's wrong?"

"You are really getting back to life...

Along the way, the enemies are all difficult characters from one force, to one country, and to one world.

As a result, as soon as you return to the present world, you are competing with a bunch of boneless capital. Is it worth it?

Do they really matter to you?”

"……them?

Ha! Xiaoyu, they are not important to me at all...

But…it’s important to me without them!”

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin, who had cleaned everything, came to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, held a handful of water in both hands, and gently pounced on his blood-colored face.

“…The people gave them the power to get rich first, but they used this power to in turn exploit the people…

I have brought different colors to so many worlds... Now... it's time to paint a picture of the world I live in..."

"…Is this... Han Dao Yongchang?"

The taxi slowly stopped, and Xiaoyu casually handed over a Hong Kong dollar worth 500 yuan. Without waiting for the driver to find money, she pushed open the car door and walked towards the international airport.

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin picked up a towel and slowly wiped it on his face. His pair of ancient Jing Wubo's eyes suddenly shone with a shocking edge.

"No! This is called - long live the people!"

‘Cang Langlang’

In an instant, the mirror surface inexplicably shattered into pieces and burst out.

...

‘Ding Dong~’

In the bathroom, Wang Xuebin, who had just cleaned up the glass slag, raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door.

"Here you come!"

He carefully tied the garbage bag in his hand to death, put another layer of garbage bag, carefully put it into the trash can, took out a wet wipe, wiped his hands, turned around and walked towards the door.

‘Dingdong~Dingdong’

"...Here's here, who's Xin Yao?"

Wang Xuebin has no social relationships on weekdays, and there are not many people who know about his apartment. Apart from the initial staff and his mother, there are no more people.

His mother had just left a few days ago and had a fingerprint and password, so she didn't need to ring the doorbell.

As for Li Mengyuan... because she is short and has a bit of difficulty in the doorbell, she always prefers to smash the door. She kicks it with her feet when she is anxious. In such a gentle way, I think it should be Xin Yao...

When I arrived at the door, I opened the door and saw that I didn’t see Xin Yao, who was over 1.8 meters tall. I saw a small, short man with a drooping face, slanted Wang Xuebin, and rushed in with a expressionless face.

"...Hey, why are you here? I was just about to call you. You don't have to worry about that batch of paintings. I've already found someone to deliver them to the auction house.

Sotheby's in Hong Kong will send someone to contact them as soon as possible, and then use the documents they issued to borrow a sum of funds for emergency response.

In addition, I will give you a plan book in a few days. You will find someone to make a budget based on the plan. Tell me how much it will cost. I will prepare the funds..."

"Working and working, you know how to work all day long, work when you go to work, and work when you get off work. Did I sell it to you or what, can't I have some time for myself?"

The little figure burst out with huge energy. Wang Xuebin was stunned on the spot. Looking at Li Mengyuan with a red face, hesitantly asked:

"...then...then you are here to find me..."

In the apartment, Li Mengyuan shook her handbag on the sofa, slanted her eyes and glared at Wang Xuebin fiercely.

"I am happy to come here, do you care?"

"…uh…I don't care, I don't care, you always do whatever you want..."

Looking at Li Mengyuan who had taken a lot of medicine, Wang Xuebin was very wise and did not talk back to her. He shrugged and turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

There is no way, relying on others' efforts, we can always afford to mess with each other, so we can hide, and it will be unlucky...

In the bedroom, Wang Xuebin thought very well, but he forgot that there was a saying that eels were hungry and would eventually have abalone. They could avoid the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

A gust of wind came, and after a moment, withered vines and old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads with thin horses, sunset, heartbreaking people are at the end of the world...