"Two hundred and fifty million!!"
"Crazy! How can you bid like this! "
"Don't you know, even so far, the highest price in the world is Picasso's painting, which can reach more than 100 million? And it's only in US dollars! "
This was two times higher than the most expensive auction in the world — some people couldn't accept this price at all.
And a few people kept silent, as if they were hesitating.
When Edgar was about to shout for the third time, suddenly someone gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Two hundred and fifty-one million Euros!"
"Two hundred and sixty million Euros."
Efim said slowly with an unimaginably calm tone, which almost crossed his bottom line — Why did he need to take out such a huge fortune? He should have been the one who got the money! But now, he had to pay the bill!
More importantly, he clearly knew that the painting was fake! And what was worse … the real one had already been in his hands.
"You win! I hope you're really going to collect it! You can't sell it at this price! Don't forget that this thing can't be exposed to the white light! "The man snorted.
But Efim, who only wanted to end the battle quickly, didn't want to argue with him, but stood up — Edgar had finished the last sentence, "Two hundred and sixty million Euros, the third time … sold!"
Hearing the word "sold", Efim felt heartache, but he also felt relieved unexpectedly.
"Sir, our rule here is to pay first and then take the goods." Edgar said slowly, "Of course, please rest assured. After all, in front of so many guests, our Typica Family won't do something that will damage our reputation."
"I hope so." Efim snorted, "Don't write a check, just transfer the money by electronic bank."
Saying this, he took out a network key from his inner pocket.
Buying a painting that he knew was fake for two hundred and sixty million Euros, he felt that he must be crazy!
…
"The money has been transferred."
Edgar walked to Urey at this time, and whispered to him.
Urey nodded at this time, directly lifting the painting and walking to Efim, handing it to him, "Take it, if you drop it, there won't be a second one."
"You don't need to remind me!" Efim snorted.
But at this time, Urey suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly took off the bat mask on Efim's face.
"What are you doing!" Efim was shocked, quickly stepping back.
Urey just squinted his eyes, and said calmly, "Nothing, I just want to let all guests know who got this heirloom treasure, and congratulate him. Congratulation. "
Urey stretched out his hand....
"You …"
Efim's face suddenly turned ugly — because he clearly heard some voices of discussion — the guests' voices!
. Isn't this Efim? The nouveau riche Riche from the mining area.....
. Obviously, some of the guests had recognized him.
Efim knew that before today, the whole underground world of Moscow would know that "The Nameless Maiden" was in his hands.
But he didn't intend to make trouble here. He grabbed Urey's palm expressionlessly, but he was unusually forceful. He lowered his voice, like a cornered beast, "I've already bought the painting. What other tricks do you want to play?"
"Tricks?" Urey shook his head and laughed, "There's no trick, I just want Mr. Efim to get this painting … not the F&C that can be casually impersonated."
"You've got guts."
Efim put on a fake smile, and then lifted the painting, turning to look at his subordinates, gritting his teeth, "Let's go!"
Efim directly pushed open the door of the room with his men. Although the rest of the guests felt a weird atmosphere, few people were willing to intervene if it was a problem between Efim, the nouveau riche of the Las Padskaya Mining Area, and the Typica Family, the lunatics who smuggled arms.
"Everyone, I've asked people to prepare some delicious food and wine. Although the painting has been bought, but …" Urey smiled and said, "Let's finish the ball a few days ago."
…
But in fact, not many people intended to stay … Those who stayed might just want to get to know the Typica Family. After all, it was better to have one more friend than one more stranger.
Society, be it in the open or in the dark, was all about connections.
"260 million Euros, tut tut." Vera, who had watched the whole process of the auction, now tidied up her skirt, and said calmly, "Such a sky-high price, no wonder you don't want to let anything happen to this auction."
If she had known that this price would be reached, even if it was her, she wouldn't have let any accidents happen at the auction … She didn't have a particularly strong desire for money, but she also admitted that money was a good thing, and no one would dislike having too little of it.
Those who said that money was no longer money once it reached a certain level, but was just a simple number, and that it was enough as long as it was enough to eat and wear … People who said such words were just fooling the common people.
Let these people go to the slums and suffer some hardships? From luxury to simplicity, they would swallow all their words.
"Miss Vera, are you going to stay for the following banquet?" Boss Luo didn't answer, and even skipped such a topic.
"No, I don't like to stay with a guy who pretends to be mysterious." Vera said indifferently, "Now I didn't destroy your auction, so I'll leave."
That was what she said, and what she did — Then she directly pulled Vicar away.
But until she felt that she had completely left this person's line of sight, Vera had a feeling of fear, as if the person behind her was a python that could devour people.
Unconsciously, she was already wet.
Finally, after getting into the car, Vera suddenly clutched her chest and gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack.
"Vera, you …" Vicar suddenly became anxious, and quickly took out a small bottle from the storage box of the co-pilot seat — and poured out some small pills.
"Don't eat too much …" Vera pushed Vicar's hand away, trying to endure the uncomfortable things in her body, "I just used my brain today … I'll be fine after a rest. Hurry up … before it gets dark … The moon will be very round tonight … "
…
…
In the basement of the manor … Victor and Yelgo were trapped in the basement.
Yelgo was thinking hard about how to get out of this bad environment — At this time, the door of the basement was opened again.
But this time, the people who opened the door didn't send food … and there was more than one.
They walked to Victor's side, untied him, and held him down at the same time.
Victor frowned, and said in a low voice, "Where are you going to take me? And, do you know what you are doing? You are openly challenging the police of Moscow! "
But they were like mutes, and didn't intend to respond to Victor. They just violently took him away from this place.
So, Victor was taken all the way to the current owner of the manor, and was forced to sit at one end of a long table.
The person sitting at the other end, who was cutting the steak on the plate, was Urey.
"Relax, Mr. Policeman." Urey bit a small piece of beef, drank a mouthful of wine, and smiled, "I don't intend to hurt you."
"Really? Restraining a policeman for more than 48 hours, you are breaking the law. "Victor sneered.
Although his current situation was bad, he was brought here — here was the dining table, which meant that what would happen next might be something that could be solved through negotiation.
He had to toughen himself up, so that he could have a better grasp of the next conversation.
"Breaking the law?" Urey shook his head. He clasped his hands, and said with a pious look, "Mr. Victor, you misunderstood me. I think I will be a good citizen. As for why? Naturally, it is because I will provide clues to find 'The Nameless Maiden'. "
"What?" Victor frowned … He suddenly couldn't figure out what this guy's plan was.
Urey suddenly clapped his hands at this time.
His butler Edgar, who had been standing beside him, turned away lightly, and turned on the projector in the living room.
"Look, there are some interesting things here." Urey smiled.
Victor patiently watched what was being played on the projector. First, he heard an angry voice.
"What? You want me to take a picture of this painting? "
"That bitch … really betrayed me!"
The scene suddenly changed. In a room where many people were wearing masks, it was still the man with the bat mask.
His voice.
"… 250 million Euros. Whoever wants a painting with a higher price can take it! "
Until the last scene, when the man with the bat mask was unveiled and his true face was finally revealed, it was extremely clear.
"This is … Efim?" Victor couldn't help but frown.
The reason why he could recognize Efim was not only because he was a rich businessman, but more importantly … his identity was also a politician.
"What do you want to do?"
"I give these to you, and you help me to ruin Efim's reputation. At the same time, you can also find the stolen painting. It's a great contribution."
Victor sneered, "You want to use my hand to help you eradicate Efim? You think I should wallow in the mire with you? I help you just to catch a bastard, and then let another bastard come out! "
"In that case, I'm afraid Mr. Victor, even your partner can't get out of this manor …" Urey said with a little pity, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Victor, do you have a family? Parents, wife, and children? "
Bang —!!
Victor angrily slammed his hands on the table, and suddenly stood up, but was immediately pressed down by the two men behind him.
He couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "You're a bastard!!!"
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