Soul Painter

In the auction house.

At this moment, all bidders looked at Gao Fan.

Gao Fan smiled at all of them.

Although this smile is kind, but at the moment everyone can't understand it.

What is the founder of the Devil faction going to do?

Even if it is a private collusion to raise the price, the artist cannot come in person. Can you not find an art consultant from an unknown gallery, or an unknown collector? Don't you demons have anyone who cares about you on this earth?

"Mr. No. 98 bid 20 million US dollars. Is there anyone else who can bid higher than 20 million US dollars?" The auctioneer was obviously a little bit confused. Tomorrow's news headlines.

For example, "Painters and assistants produce and sell themselves, is it a farce or an oolong?"

This kind of news will definitely damage the painter's reputation, and it may also cause Christie's to change the auction of the painter's works to the day after tomorrow, which will suffer unexpected twists and turns, right?

And an hour ago, the painter suddenly wanted to sell three works in a package, and the image of all the staff at Christie's scolding their mothers while working overtime also flooded the auctioneer's mind. He had an illusion in a trance, as if under the small hammer , is the painter's head, as long as you hit it hard, you can knock out his brains!

waving.

knock down...

Just as the auctioneer swung his hammer and was about to sell the work of the Devil School painter to the founder of the Devil School, someone suddenly raised a placard in the venue.

"US$20.5 million." Someone raised a sign.

That is an Asian.

The auctioneer and Lawrence heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

The other people in the venue were slightly disappointed. If the scene just now had been finalized and turned into news, it would be a bit wonderful.

"That's the Minister of Finance of Siam, right?" Lawrence suddenly recognized the Asian man, "When did he come?"

"Not long ago." Gao Fan obviously noticed his arrival.

"You just raised your sign when you saw him coming?" Lawrence was really taken aback just now. This is not a matter of 20 million dollars, but a news matter, and it will even become a classic story about Gao Fan. It has been passed down, thinking of this will make you break out in a cold sweat.

"No, I just feel that these people are conspiring." Gao Fan snorted coldly, his eyes swept across the venue, "How can AA's paintings be worth only 19 million US dollars, if the usual acquisition invitations are all over 20 million US dollars , How could it be possible to sell it for such a small amount at the auction?"

"19 million is quite a lot..." Lawrence sighed. Among the works of contemporary painters, there is no reason why the original 19 million paintings can be sold for 100 million at auction. If there is, that miracle is also called "high" Where'.

"Anyway, I think it's too cheap. I'm wronged by AA. I'd rather buy it myself." Gao Fan muttered, "It's a masterpiece of infinite symmetrical painting."

Gao Fan couldn't draw it himself.

Why only sell this money.

never mind. Lawrence sighed, and snatched the sign from Gao Fan's hand. At this time, several people raised the price of Anna's work to 21.35 million US dollars, and the final transaction price was this price.

Gao Fan's placard raising was just an episode. The Minister of Finance of Siam helped him out. No one would think that the Minister of Finance was a trustee, and no one could find such a trustee.

after the auction.

Lawrence banned Govan from attending the press conference.

Because he knew that the reporters would stare at this 'episode' and ask questions.

As for Gao Fan's big mouth, he didn't know what words would come out.

So Lawrence only brought Anna, who was more obedient and could only smile and nod, to the press conference.

And at the press conference, as expected, the reporters kept asking questions. Those questions were enough to make Lawrence furious. Being able to withstand abuse, Lawrence felt that Gao Fan did not have such skills.

Fortunately, Lawrence had enough self-restraint. After coping with it, he announced new news, that is, on the third day of the auction, the news that three works by the artist will be sold in a package. This news is obviously more newsworthy, and the journalists kept asking questions. .

"Please pay attention to Christie's latest auction manual for the starting price. Gao Fan did not attend this press conference, so I can't answer questions about his own thoughts. You can pay more attention to Ms. Ana Armas. After all, her current His net worth is already among the top ten oil painters in the world."

Ana Armas, who was pushed to the front desk, exchanged glances with the reporters at the scene, and the scene suddenly fell silent. It was a strange silence, because the reporters knew that they might be able to ask Miss Ana Armas , but Miss Ana Armas will definitely not answer, this lady seems to be in another world line.

Immediately, the reporters turned to Lawrence again.

"May I ask why Gao Fan suddenly changed his auction strategy? Did he feel that his first two works could not reach the predetermined auction price?"

...

Chaos at the press conference.

Gao Fan can imagine.

He didn't regret holding up the placard for Anna.

He really thinks that Ana Armas's work, such a wonderful piece of work she made with such high 'world' skills, is worth more money, 20 million dollars is too little, AA's skills are higher than his , the market should acknowledge this.

"Cut, capital." Gao Fan lay on the railing on the second floor, looking at the auction venue on the first floor, where other auctions were going on, but Gao Fan was not interested in those auction items.

On the other hand, Lv Zhi got the credit and is buying here. She doesn't buy expensive ones, but buys those suspected mysterious items in the special sale of "rare items". Just like what Gao Fan felt, more and more people have recently Mysteries are being revealed, such as a brick on the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, which Lu Zhi rushed to, bidding wildly inside.

"Mr. Gao Fan."

Suddenly a voice sounded behind Gao Fan.

Gao Fan turned around and saw the Minister of Finance of Siam who helped him out of trouble.

"I don't know if Mr. Gao Fan is free. My lord monk, please tell me." The Minister of Finance said.

"Dear me, look for me..." Gao Fan looked at the several bodyguards following the Minister of Finance, and suddenly felt that they had malicious intentions, otherwise why would they fan out and surround him?

"Lu Pheasant!" Gao Fan yelled towards the auction room downstairs.

In the next second, a group of people rushed over, someone reached out to hold his mouth, someone covered his head with a sack, they quickly controlled Gao Fan, and then brought Gao Fan out of the The auction house stuffed it into the car, and then the car started, and drove away in a flash under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone.