Treasure Hunt all over the World

At the same time when the lobby manager introduced the scumbags from the Casamonica family, Ye Tian had secretly turned on the perspective to see these mafia scumbags thoroughly.

Except for the unlucky stall owner who completely lost his mind, there were five people in the other party, three of them were in their twenties and thirties, and the other two were in their forties.

The two older guys stood in front, and the remaining three scumbags stood behind. Everyone had a hostile face and a greedy gleam in their eyes.

Judging from their positions, clothing and temperament, the two guys in their forties should be the leaders of this gang of scumbags, and the rest of the scumbags are horse boys and thugs.

The two leaders hid a pistol and a dagger on their bodies, and the scum in the center behind him also had a USP pistol stuck in his armpit, and the bullets were already loaded.

The remaining two young scumbags each carried a dagger, which shone coldly and was extremely sharp.

Finding guns on these scumbags was as early as Ye Tian expected, and he was not surprised at all.

Italy and the United States, although both have mafia, the situation is different.

In the United States, unless it is absolutely necessary, the mafia will not murder the police and judges to offend the authority of the state.

But in Italy, the situation is exactly the opposite.

The Italian mafia has a long-standing tradition of assassinating police officers and judges, in order to frustrate the police's vigorous energy and make the police fearful, so they dare not suppress the mafia too much.

Because of this, the few scumbags from the Casamonica family in front of them could enter the hotel with guns and daggers and come to Ye Tian and the others.

Out of consideration for their own safety, the Italian police inside and outside the hotel did not conduct a body search on them even though they knew that these scumbags were Mafia and that the visitors were not good.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian had grasped the situation of these mafia scumbags, and then retracted his gaze, ended the perspective, and at the same time raised his vigilance.

As soon as the hotel lobby manager finished speaking, he glanced at these mafia scumbags, and then said with a smile:

"Good evening, gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you here, I'm Steven, I've admired the Casamonica family in Rome for a long time, and I didn't expect to see you here.

I don't know what you want from me? Want to talk to me about something? I have nothing to do with the Casamonica family,

I never expected to attract the attention of your family, I am very curious"

The two mafia leaders looked at each other, and the guy on the right stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Steven, welcome to Florence, I'm Tony, from the Casamonica family in Rome, it's a pleasure to meet you too, it's an honor.

You are right. Before that, the Casamonica family did not have any contact with you, and never dealt with you. However, the situation is different now.

Simon is a friend of our Casamonica family, and today he invited a few of us to talk to you about the ownership of Botticelli's portrait."

As he spoke, he pointed to Simon, the unlucky stall owner who was ransacked by Ye Tian this afternoon.

Just this guy who has completely lost his mind, could he be a friend of the Casamonica family? Stop talking nonsense! Who would believe it!

You scumbags are not driven by the smell of money after the smell of money. Driven by greed, you took the initiative to find this hapless guy, and prepared to make a lot of money under the guise of helping him out!

Ye Tian secretly complained a few words in disdain, and saw through the thoughts of these scumbags at a glance.

Of course, this is his mental activity and cannot be resorted to in words!

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Tian glanced at that idiot Simon, then shook his head with a light smile and said:

"It is a pity that you are one step late, gentlemen, I have sold the Botticelli portrait to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts. The transaction has just been completed, and the price is 80 million euros.

I said before in Michelangelo Square that I would work with the Florence Academy of Fine Arts to study and identify the classical oil painting, and the results of the identification have been released, and it is indeed the work of the master artist Botticelli.

And that painting is very important, with extremely high academic research value and artistic value. As soon as the appraisal result came out, Mario from the Academy of Fine Arts proposed to buy it, and we reached the deal immediately.

The art transaction contract for the sale of that classical oil painting is in the hands of my lawyer at this moment. As for the transaction money of 80 million euros, it has also been remitted to my bank account, and everything is going very smoothly! "

Hearing Ye Tian's words, Simon immediately became impatient and screamed like crazy.

"What? You have already sold that oil painting, how is this possible? That classical oil painting belongs to me, and the 80 million euros belong to me, not to you, a vicious robber!"

While screaming frantically, Simon tried to rush forward with his blood-red eyes staring at him desperately, but was stopped by two of Tony's men in time.

Ye Tian looked at Simon and these mafia scumbags coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, and a murderous intent flashed deep in his eyes.

Cole, who stood in front of Ye Tian and Betty and around them, raised their alert level to the highest in an instant, staring at those mafia scumbags vigilantly, ready to strike at any time.

The Italian policemen in the hotel lobby were all complaining and extremely nervous at this moment.

They were also on high alert, staring closely at the situation here, and several guys had even put their hands deep into their arms, holding the handle of the pistol.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hotel lobby became extremely tense. The air seemed to be filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and a spark could completely detonate it.

The scene became quiet, Simon no longer roared, and just stared at Ye Tian, ​​his eyes were full of hatred, fear and despair.

Those mafia scumbags didn't say a word, their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, and they were extremely ugly, as if their own father had died!

After a while, Tony said with a gloomy face:

"I didn't expect you to move so fast, Steven, you are so resolute, I admire you, but it doesn't matter, since the oil painting has been sold, let's talk about the ownership of the 80 million euros!..."

He was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by Ye Tian unceremoniously.

"There is nothing to talk about, Tony, the process of buying that classical oil painting is completely legal, and many people at the scene can testify, including two Italian cultural relics gendarmes.

It stands to reason that I also have the right to dispose of that classical oil painting, and no one has the right to interfere. The 80 million euros belong to my wealth, and no one can covet it. It is useless.

I know very well why you came here, so I won’t point it out here, lest you lose face. Here, I advise you, it’s best not to get involved in this matter.

Some money can be made, and some money can't be made! That's all there is to say, it's getting late, we're going back to rest, and I wish you all a good night, goodbye! "

After finishing speaking, Ye Tian took Betty forward, not bothering to talk to these mafia scumbags.

Cole and the others followed immediately, guarding around Ye Tian and Betty, and walked towards the elevator together.