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"You asked a very good question." The businessman Mr. Dong was not anxious at all, but smiled: "Actually, the two questions you asked are essentially the same, that is, how did Satan complete this painting? I’m going to tell you what happened to Satan.”

"Please tell me." The man wearing a monocle stretched out a hand and answered on behalf of the others.

Others had no objections to this point, but they were all focused on the businessman.

"Okay." The businessman smiled slightly, and then began to tell the story: "Do you know why Satan disappeared in the first place?"

"I heard a little bit. I heard that it was because of family conflicts." One person in the crowd said.

"Yes, that's right." The businessman smiled at the man and continued: "Satan had a conflict with his family and decided not to go out in anger. He locked himself in his home every day and started to paint the cover of the company. As a result, Satan, who never went out, became nowhere to be found.”

"But why is the conflict so serious?" A woman asked with a frown: "If I had such a powerful son, I would never spoil him enough. What's the point of conflict?"

"This is why everyone is different." The businessman shrugged: "I won't elaborate on the specific contradictions, I will only give a general outline." The businessman briefly summarized Satan's experience: "Satan's sister because of Satan's little After a small mistake, he was admitted to the hospital, but was killed because of a secret operation in the hospital. Later, Satan's parents chose not to file a lawsuit for a little money, but put all the fault on Satan. After that, Satan Broke with them."

When the businessman said it, he deliberately portrayed Satan's fault as very minor, and magnified the already huge fault of Satan's parents, as if Satan just "accidentally cut his sister's hand a small cut" was so light. He knew that this statement would resonate more with the other party and favor Satan, and would also be more conducive to his own plan.

"You don't want to give up your daughter's life because of a little money?" Sure enough, after he said this, someone in the crowd immediately reacted: "His parents lack such a little money? Satan can just draw a picture and turn it around a lot." Tens of thousands or even millions or tens of millions, or US dollars. Could it be that the doctor in the hospital gave him tens of millions? "

"No, no, no." The businessman shook his head: "Actually, Satan himself can't make any money from his paintings."

"Can't make money?" Everyone frowned.

They knew that most of the money must have been taken by the "Random Painting Company", but it was unrealistic to say that Satan could not make any money. After all, they had to pay money to buy paintings from Satan.

"That's right." The businessman nodded: "Because 'Random Painting Company' signed a twenty-year contract with Satan's parents. They funded all of Satan's training, but Satan's paintings in the first twenty years also belong to them. So, Satan himself can only earn a little bit of hard work.”

"Is it so dark..." Although everyone here is a capitalist, even if they heard this kind of business method, they would feel ashamed.

"Yes." The businessman nodded: "After Satan broke up with his family, he lived here and spent several years completing the painting of the entire house. As you can see, every part of this room Various scenes have been drawn, and not only that, these scenes are also related to each other, and ultimately they are all connected to the largest statue of Satan in the living room.”

"This connection is not only a connection in the story of the painting, but also a connection in the structure of the painting. There should be masters here who have made great achievements in painting. I think this can be seen."

After saying this, most of the people in the group looked at one of them, an old man with gray hair holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yeah." The old man didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

However, just this slight nod was enough to prove that the man in front of him was not talking nonsense.

"So, this entire room is a painting, and the value of this painting..." The businessman paused, and then continued: "I think everyone knows it."

"To be honest, I didn't." The old man shook his head and stood up: "Everyone, please allow me to say a few words. I can't guarantee 100% whether this painting is authentic, but at least from an artistic point of view, I It can be guaranteed that it is definitely an art treasure, and its value cannot be measured by money! ”

After saying that, he stared at the demon Satan in the middle of the living room. Its blood-red eyes seemed to be alive. The old man could even feel that it was watching him, sucking his soul, and trying to take him inside. hell.

"Thank you, Master." The businessman bowed and said thank you, and then said proudly: "Everyone, since everyone has their own evaluation of this painting, regarding this investment in the exhibition hall..."

That's right, this time the businessman didn't want to sell the painting, but wanted to absorb some funds to build an exhibition hall here and make it a chicken that lays golden eggs.

"I think it's okay." Someone in the crowd immediately said loudly: "I agree to invest, but Mr. Dong, you have to give me a plan. How much should we invest? What is the shareholding ratio?"

"That's easy to say." The smile on the businessman's face could no longer be hidden, and he said with a smile: "Actually, my request is very simple, as long as..."

"Look, everyone!" Just as the businessman was about to close the net, the woman in the crowd suddenly shouted: "You look like Satan in the eyes!"

"What?" Seeing that everyone was staring at the statue of Satan behind him, the businessman turned around and looked. It didn't matter that he looked at it. The next moment, he let out a heart-wrenching roar: "No! Why! Why! How can this be possible! I have already taken full protection!"

At this time, the red in Satan's eyes gradually fell off on the portrait, revealing black eye pupils and white eye whites. And that's not all. The falling off was still spreading to the surroundings. As the falling range gradually expanded to the surroundings, Satan's entire face gradually fell off piece by piece.

First the face, then the body, wings, and finally, even the dark red light behind Satan fell off piece by piece.

When the falling off finally stopped, everyone looked at the portrait again. The original Satan was no longer useful, leaving only an angel with white wings.