I am reborn without a pattern

Chapter 662 The artistic level here is... very high!

The Germans expressed their protest, and then before Boss Zhang entered the studio to admire the works, he first ignored the Germans, and secondly expressed his opposition to his diplomatic staff to Male Gobi... Get out!

However, they are all translators, and one of them was a translator from the Western European Department, but is now transferred to Germany.

Normally there would be no problem with diplomatic contact, but the Americans who were eating pork chops together were reselling old Lucas Cranach imitations from Oliver's "associates" in Heidelberg.

Oliver took Boss Zhang's one thousand euro "pocket money" and braggadocio did not pay much attention to it. For example, his "associate" client had been in and out of the American Fifth Army's base for a long time.

Now, chatting together and enjoying music together?

Could it be that they are researching "Hawaiian guitar"?

Of course, it is impossible for Boss Zhang to believe Oliver. The one thousand euros can also be used as travel expenses. He just wants to see the diversity of the "Dragoons".

However, Boss Zhang's own intelligence had all kinds of "catching on the wind", but now it just happened that someone perfectly matched the information collected by his intelligence officers.

Since he would rather believe what he has or not, Boss Zhang plans to test it out.

So I insulted the personnel who came to communicate with me.

"Mr. Zhang, the current situation will cause..."

"I told you to get the hell out of here, didn't you understand?"

Zhang Haonan pointed his finger at the other person's chest and said, "Who are you to explain to me? Get away and don't hinder me from appreciating art."

Then Boss Zhang said to Wu Tai'an and Liu Xiaoguang, "You two, don't move around here. I'll be back in a moment."

"..."

"..."

Wu Tai'an's fist was as hard as marble!

However, his tough appearance is still appreciated by many local artists. Some of them are fans of the old Lucas Cranach and find it quite attractive to find a piece of marble to carve a Wu Tai'an.

The style of an exotic macho man is definitely a selling point in a mansion where a noble lady is placed.

"Mr. Zhang, this way."

"Is this a secret room?"

"Oh, no, it's just not open to the public. It's considered a place for staff to come and go. It's actually a painting studio, and occasionally it also serves as a restoration room. Some women from Vienna or Prague will come here to work part-time."

"So are they working part-time today?"

"Not entirely, but some."

With that said, Oliver opened the soundproof door, and Wu Tai'an, who was a few meters away, resisted the urge to follow.

A few minutes ago, Wu Tai'an even wrote the sentence "A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall", but Boss Zhang said, "I am Hongxing's wall", which directly made Wu Tai'an autistic.

However, he had confirmed the safety issues of the collection hall before, so he was not really worried about it. He was mainly unhappy.

"Have a nice day, sir."

Oliver took a step back. On the sculpture table, stood one after another "Venus", they were all fair-skinned and beautiful European girls with shy faces. They were wrapped in white silk and posed in graceful postures.

Before Oliver left, Zhang Haonan slapped another handful of cash in his hand: "Oliver, you are my best friend!"

Oliver was flattered, then skillfully put a wad of cash in his arms, and said "neither humble nor arrogant", "If you want to ask them to have dinner, you can always."

Then Oliver left the studio, leaving Zhang Haonan to appreciate the "artwork" on his own.

"The foreign 'pimps' are indeed advanced. Wu Qinggui needs to learn more advanced techniques."

There are no painters today, only guests appreciating art.

Accompanying Zhang Haonan is a middle-aged woman. She is wearing a dark green felt dress, side-by-side horn buttons and black-rimmed glasses of the same shape, making her look extremely old-fashioned.

However, the name is very good, "Bettina", and the surname is a bit interesting, "Kissinger", but I don't know whether to follow her husband or her father.

Bettina held a slender pointer in her hand. The material could not be seen, but it was most likely ivory because the texture was very good.

She did not sell "Venus" to Zhang Haonan, because it is an elegant art that appreciates natural beauty, pure beauty, and a kind of spiritual peace.

Of course, if you add money, the white silk of "Venus" will slip a little and look purer.

The silk is almost transparent, and there are several pairs of pink dots. The "Venus" shows a slightly nervous shyness, which has a fatal attraction for local old men.

However, Boss Zhang... showed no fluctuations.

"Why the hell is he so small?"

Boss Zhang complained.

However, Bettina couldn't understand Chinese, so she misunderstood Boss Zhang, thinking that he couldn't wait to see the purer department, so she introduced expressionlessly: "Today's 'theme' is 'gradient color,' Your Excellency."

"'Gradient'?"

Boss Zhang became interested, and then finally realized that what this old woman said made sense, because there was indeed a gradual change in color from golden to brown.

The lighting is very interesting. Zhang Haonan does not understand art, nor does he understand light, shadow or composition. Although Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Dai have explained it to him hundreds of times, Boss Zhang is only familiar with the shadows of three-dimensional geometric paintings and does not understand the rest. , after all, no extra points.

The background color is very dark, like black, which makes the fair skin of the "Venuses" even fairer. However, this white color is very unhealthy and Zhang Haonan doesn't like it. After all, he still likes the jade-like texture.

However, this three-dimensional composition changed again when Zhang Haonan threw out a stack of euros.

Evolving from Rembrandt to Herbert Drapeau, the "Venus" stepped off the sculpture stage one after another, and the white silk on their bodies was just used as a ribbon hanging on their arms or wrapped around their waists.

At this moment, they are no longer "Venus", but sirens, but mermaids.

Around Zhang Haonan, they skillfully formed a very subtle composition. When Zhang Haonan looked at the curtain wall glass, he found that the reflected picture looked like a painting.

He felt like he had seen it somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it, but when he signed the bill, he learned that it was called "Ulysses and the Sirens".

The "Sirens" took off their gauze clothes and showed off their graceful figures. The pink dots on the not-so-full hills looked very attractive.

There was a girl with long reddish-brown hair and a plumper body than the others. She was posing casually without being coquettish. She had a long string of pearls, one end in her hand and the other at the back of her neck.

This is still a very charming composition. Whether it is the curtain wall glass or the ceiling mirror, it can actually reflect a very strong style.

"Pearls of Aphrodite", if Boss Zhang wasn't such a country boy, he would probably be happier if he knew a little bit more about real art.

However, this is not important, whether it is to Boss Zhang or the girls here.

A stack of euros can solve a thousand worries.

The theme has not changed, it is still "gradient color", not only the hair, but also the hair on the whole body.

As a pervert, Zhang Haonan is convinced that these girls should be "special commodities". As for whether they are private custom-made or high-end custom-made, it is unknown.

But he didn't have any thoughts about it. The breasts were too small and he didn't like it.

He suddenly fell into deep self-blame. If he had known it was so interesting, he should have made demands for Oliver. Now everything is fine, except for the white boy without snow milk.

There may be more in-depth gameplay, but at this moment, Boss Zhang plans to stop there.

Knowing Oliver as a "friend" is enough. Next time your employees come to Europe for a business trip, don't go to Amsterdam to issue invoices. If you come to Germany, you will still have invoices, and they will be more formal.

The little card Bettina Kissinger gave him also gave him a friendly reminder that these girls from all over the world had received regular physical examinations.

My "Dragoon" is awesome.

After returning to his original state from the novelty of "high-end art", Boss Zhang and Bettina started chatting. The other party obviously did not expect that Boss Zhang was so determined. After a short period of surprise, he did not suspect that Boss Zhang was a gay because of the chat. While there, he also played with these special "commodities".

Touch here, pinch there, make sure there are no fillers or fakes, but I still have no intention of asking them to dinner.

Bettina Kissinger is very willing to answer some questions, such as her surname. She is indeed a "foreskin", but she is a "palace foreskin", which is different from ordinary "foreskins".

Her father was a war criminal who once worked as an assistant to Goering. His main job was to arrest other "foreskins" and then ransack their homes.

Of course that's not what he said, but it doesn't stop Boss Zhang from having a superb understanding.

Her father did not die in prison, he died of old age smoothly. The process was very simple, just put the blame on "Mustache".

As for her father tricking his friends into entering the gas chambers and "bathing centres", that was all the propaganda of Goring, a scumbag...

It was a very subtle feeling that the chat with Bettina Kissinger actually made Boss Zhang feel more interesting.

Because he found that this old-school German aristocrat, shameless behind closed doors... was worth learning from.

Yes, he came to appreciate art and learn.

I learned a lot of postures.

Because Zhang Haonan was so generous, when the time came, characters such as "Venus", "Siren", "Narcissus", etc. all said that they could add an extra hour for free...

However, Boss Zhang still politely declined. The biggest gain from coming here is that he learned that there are people like Bettina Kissinger.

She accepted Zhang Haonan's business card and expressed her willingness to go to Berlin to have lunch with Zhang Haonan.

Any pimp who hangs out in the "upper class" is also an excellent intelligence dealer.

The professional told Bettina that this "middle-aged entrepreneur" from China would be the top big customer.

Because he is really generous with his actions!

"Uncle Zhang, are there any collections inside?"

"Yes, not only there are, but there are many."

Zhang Haonan straightened his rarely worn tie, "People like me can also experience the beauty of classical art first-hand. The artistic level here is... very high."

"..."

Wu Tai'an who walked over dared to swear to heaven that if there was any art in this room, he would stand on his head to wash his hair!

But he couldn't yell at Zhang Haonan, because with a little stimulation, this bastard would become even more excited and outrageous.

"The ambassador told us not to worry and just have fun."

Wu Tai'an whispered.

"Nonsense, the ambassador is from my hometown and will definitely take care of me."

"..."

Wu Tai'an, whose fist became hard again, said nothing in the end.

But Liu Yuan nodded towards his eldest son: "That's true. They are both from Liangjiang. They are indeed fellow villagers."

"Don't fart. I am from Qijiang and I am from Shacheng. There is only one Yangtze River across the road. I will report it to the Government Affairs Council in the future and join forces with Chengjiang to form a 'Sanjiang City'. Isn't that what it is? What does it have to do with Liangjiang Province? ?”

"..."

Liu Xiaoguang fell silent immediately. His thinking could not keep up with Uncle Zhang's brain circuit.

But during lunch, Boss Zhang said to Wu Tai'an next to him while cutting a well-cooked steak, "This Bettina Kissinger should have a lot of useful information. Make arrangements and book a hotel for her." Suite, let me see what the price is for her to be a multi-faceted spy.”

"Is this even worth it for a madam?"

Tilting his head, Wu Tai'an was puzzled.

"You know a basket."

"..."

Wu Tai'an, who had nothing to say, could only nod his head, "What about that Oliver?"

"This is a little brat from Helvetia. He is not a local German. In the past, he would have been despised by the locals as a poor and hard-working man. However, although he is of little value, he likes to eat dog meat, so he can be cultivated. ”

"No, boss, don't be joking."

"Enliven the dining atmosphere, why do you still take it seriously?"

Zhang Haonan picked up the table wine and took a sip. It didn't taste good, so he secretly vomited it back. Although it was very secretive, Liu Xiaoguang still saw it, and his stomach almost spasmed.

This Uncle Zhang... is so outrageous.

"It is definitely good to diversify my intelligence in Europe, and some gossip from the upper class is not more useful than a 'pimp'. This is a cross-class universal broker, applicable to everyone. So, as long as Even if he is willing to spend money, this Oliver can become a top player. Do you know why?”

Zhang Haonan asked Wu Tai'an a question that may have some philosophical meaning.

"Why?"

Wu Tai'an, who frowned, didn't understand how he could become a top intelligence dealer by spending money.

"Because in this country where prostitution is legalized, prostitutes who want to make money will try their best to find a 'pimp' who can make them a lot of money and make more money. If Bettina Kissinger is an obscure gadget for the down-and-out palace nobles , then people like Oliver can cast a wider net... and catch more fish.”

Picking up a piece of beef with his fork, Zhang Haonan shook it and said, "And since I have endless money to spend, I also have endless fishing nets to use."

"..."

Wu Tai'an was stunned.