Soul Painter

Weird, suspected minion humans appeared on the 88th floor of the Empire State Building and in Gao Fan's art exhibition, which made Gao Fan vigilant.

He had only seen this kind of minions in the form of flames a thousand years ago, and it should be the minion form owned by Liu Xiu, the son of the living flame—Gao Fan didn't know whether other demon priests or the second generation of gods had the same minions, after all The attribute and form of flame is quite extensive in various legends.

"If it's really Liu Xiu, then it would be interesting~" Gao Fan pondered, "Revenge after a thousand years? An apology might not solve the problem..."

Of course, Gao Fan erased Liu Xiu from history, this kind of hatred will be difficult to wash away even if it is poured all over the world.

"If Liu Xiu's minions can show up in full view, it means that his demon domain has covered the Empire State Building and even New York... Do I have to hide back in Boston?"

Thinking about how Liu Xiu turned into a meteorite and burned everything a thousand years ago, Gao Fan felt that it was necessary, but not now, he had to wait, and it was not necessary for Liu Xiu to be scared away by a minion who just showed up It's too embarrassing.

No matter how you say it, Gao Fan has a bit of fighting power.

"You have to be closer to me in the future." Gao Fan told Lu Zhi, his "combat strength".

Lu Pheasant is a master who can't stay still.

She has been a little bored of staying in New York for the past few days, and urgently needs to jump into the mysterious ocean to ride the wind and waves.

"Father is with the maid every day and doesn't play with me, it's boring." Lu Zhi said.

"AA is not a maid." Gao Fan said, "every day you spend with me, I will lend you the 'egg' for ten minutes."

"Half an hour!" Lu Zhi's eyes lit up.

"Ten minutes at most." Gao Fan's refusal to compromise was not because he was reluctant to part with this law, but because he was afraid that Lu Zhi's play would cause disaster, and a kitten would be born in the 'egg', how could he explain it to Mi Mao?

Seeing that he couldn't move Gao Fan, Lu Zhi agreed happily.

After keeping Lu's pheasant by his side, Gao Fan felt much safer. Even if Liu Xiu really came, Lu's pheasant was also the second generation of gods, and Liu Xiu was worthy of fighting.

...

For the next few days.

Gao Fan successively attended some high-profile events.

Including some banquets held by Christie's, as well as private gatherings of the city government and the press, at these events, Lawrence introduced some "buyers" or "potential buyers" to Gao Fan.

In fact, the definition of buyer's market is very broad. It can even be said that as long as they are rich and willing to collect, the rich or consortium are potential customers of Gao Fan.

For example, at a private reception organized by the mayor of New York this evening, Gao Fan met the world’s best stock buyer, Buffett, and the best oil seller, the Sheikh of Dubai. At that time, two of the world’s top richest men were chatting , and they were surrounded by a group of entrepreneurs and artists.

Lawrence looked at the circle with envy.

With Lawrence's current status, he is still far away from that circle.

In the capitalist country of the United States, Buffett, who has a net worth of nearly 100 billion U.S. dollars, is a god.

The chiefs of Dubai hold the lifeblood of the world's resources - oil. Although they are not as wealthy as Buffett, they can set off an economic storm sweeping the world.

In front of them, the president of the beautiful country is just a passerby.

"If it were them, they would be able to afford your paintings." Lawrence laughed.

"Then why don't you recommend it to them~" Gao Fan said.

"I can't squeeze in," Lawrence murmured.

"Actually, there is no need to squeeze. I have a dye. If I take it out, they will cry and beg me to sell them the painting~" Gao Fan said suddenly.

"Really?" Lawrence's eyes lit up. If these real rich people can be dealt with, then the "cold reception" of Gao Fan in the entire buyer's market will be disintegrated immediately.

"It's true, but the dye is very precious, I don't want to use it to paint them." Gao Fan shrugged.

"Then who do you want to paint... No, don't tell me who you want to paint first, tell me what's so special about the dye, is it like "Bostonian"? Is it like "Buddha"?" Lawrence Knowing that Gao Fan has mastered some special skills, which are transcendent and mysterious, Lawrence doesn't want to know where they come from, but only wants to know how much they can sell for.

"Eternal life." Gao Fan said.

Lawrence shook his head instinctively: "Impossible!"

Hee~ Gao Fan looked at Lawrence with a smile: "You are right, I am lying to you."

"Little brother, you are too good at messing around... What is immortality, how is it possible, you are not a god." Lawrence heaved a sigh of relief, but he was a little regretful, "If they can really live forever, they are probably willing to pay half of their wealth to buy it, no , 80% is also possible."

"Is eternal life really good?" Gao Fan asked Lawrence, "What if the form of eternal life is to turn into a stone? What if the price of eternal life is to be tortured like hell fire every day?"

This... Lawrence was left speechless by Gao Fan's question.

At this banquet, Lawrence finally got a chance to hand a business card to the Sheikh of Dubai, indicating that he was Gao Fan's agent, and invited the sheikh to pay attention to Gao Fan's works.

After the chief took the business card, he handed it to his servant. In his servant's place, there was a stack of business cards about 20 centimeters high, each of which was exquisite and extraordinary. It came from politicians, directors, stars, and of course artists. them.

"I will pay attention to Mr. Gao Fan. I have heard about his reputation." The chief said.

...

"Eldest brother, it's not easy for you every day." After the dinner, Gao Fan sat in the car driven by Lawrence and returned to the Hilton Hotel where they lived. On the way, Gao Fan sighed with emotion.

The private banquet just now was supposed to be one of the highest-level private banquets in the beautiful country. It was possible to meet top rich people like Buffett, and one of Lawrence's jobs was to recommend his artists to these rich people.

When Gao Fan, as an artist, talked about whether this would sell or not, Lawrence surrounded the rich like a follower.

"Know that it's not easy for me to lower the price of my work." Lawrence said.

"Of course it's impossible~" Gao Fan laughed.

The two were talking and laughing.

Suddenly Gao Fan's cell phone rang.

The screen shows 'unknown call', and there is also a '' symbol.

This is the communication number unique to the operator.

Gao Fan didn't know how she did it.

The first is that her number is never displayed by the communication service provider. Gao Fan also thinks that weird '' symbol was designed by Miss Operator herself.

After picking up the phone, the operator lady hadn't contacted Gao Fan for a long time.

"Mr. Painter, I'm sorry to inform you that something happened to your painting exhibition." The voice of the operator came over, "Please go and take care of it immediately."

Art exhibition?

something wrong?

Why was the operator notifying him?

Although Gao Fan didn't understand the causal relationship, the operator didn't lie to him. He hurriedly said to Lawrence, "Go to the Empire State Building! Something happened to the art exhibition!"

The four words "Painting Exhibition Incident" were like a reminder, causing the car driven by Lawrence to draw a circle on the streets of New York, and then sped away in the direction of the Empire State Building.

At the same time, Gao Fan has already called Lu Zhi, and Lu Zhi is in the hotel, and she is closer to the Empire State Building.

Twenty minutes later, when the Empire State Building could be seen, a flash of fire shocked Gao Fan and Lawrence.

After counting from bottom to top, both of them realized that the flame on the top floor should be on the floor of their art exhibition.