Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

The crime of picking quarrels and provoking troubles is still widely used by the judiciary, and I don't think you are clear about its meaning..."

Looking at Li Mengyuan's gaze, Wang Xuebin nodded calmly, leaned casually on the desk, looked at Li Mengyuan who was curled up in the chair, and said softly:

"... We all have these... As for the relationship... Is the country enough?"

"nation?"

"Yes! A real... country!"

Chapter 7 Thirty

Hong Kong, Sotheby's auction house, a woman dressed in a cool cheongsam with a huge toad mirror on her face came out neatly while talking on the phone.

"...The auction house has been agreed upon. This week, various authoritative organizations around the world will be invited to issue appraisal opinions, followed by a one-month public exhibition.

A month later, the auction officially started. The current guide price for the hammer drop is [-] million US dollars for [-] paintings, which is far from our expectations...

Artworks sell stories, inheritances, and premiums!

For works with unclear origins like ours, if we hadn’t used professional institutions to identify pigments, minerals, canvas craftsmanship, and age, the auction house would not have devoted resources to helping us promote it with great fanfare..."

"It's okay, I see..."

"...By the way, according to the auction house's suggestion, if we are not in a hurry, we can wait a little longer.

Because the spring auction has just ended, the capital flow in the hands of art collectors is not sufficient, and the market is not particularly hot.

If we can wait half a year or a year to give the auction house enough time for publicity and hype, the price is likely to double by the time of the autumn auction or next spring auction.

What's the matter?Shall we wait? "

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin held a paintbrush and was daubing something on a canvas. When he heard the words in his heart, he paused in his hand, shook his head and laughed.

"...Hehe, don't bother with them, just auction them off...

We are not short of money, what we lack is just a plausible excuse, how much these paintings can sell has never been decided by them, but by me!

Find a broker to hold placards at the scene, let him hold up as much as we need.

One hundred million is also him, one billion is also him, it just depends on how much money we need next, just raise the price up...

The water of art is inherently deep, and our purpose is to stir it up with his water, not to mix with them, and there is no need to deal with them..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the graceful woman at the door of the auction house nodded clearly.

There is a charming charm between the gestures of the hands, and the eyes of the men who pass by are all broken into hooks...

"...You can say that in my heart. Let's go ahead with the plan. Let your little boss send someone to contact the Sotheby's in Hong Kong!"

"...her name is Li Mengyuan..."

"...What do I call her? What does it have to do with me?"

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin shook his head helplessly, put the cleaned brushes back into the space, raised the painting in his hands under the scorching sun, took a deep breath, and tore it in half with both hands.

"...It's up to you, come back through the regular way, after you come back, let's go to a place together..."

"……Where to go?"

Pacific Place, next to Queensway, the woman raised her slender wrist, stopped a taxi, opened the door and sat in the back seat, parted her red lips, and said softly 'International Airport', then closed her eyes, folded her arms across her chest, as if He is closing his eyes and meditating.

"...to help Xinghuo Group find a support that can resist all domestic Internet monopoly enterprises.

After all... Our goal is to subvert the entire network environment. If there is no support, we will definitely be overwhelmed by their off-the-shelf tricks just relying on the size of the Xinghuo Group...

I'm not in the mood to play those pediatric things with them, so I just have a stud game, either you die or I die, no third choice! "

"...Brother Xuebin..."

"……What's wrong?"

"You're really living and going back...

Along the way, the enemy has changed from a force, to a country, and then to a world, each of which is a difficult character.

As a result, once you return to the real world, you will compete with a bunch of boneless capital again. Is it worth it?

Are they really that important to you? "

"……them?

Ah!Xiaoyu, they are not important to me at all...

But...it means a lot to me without them! "

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin, who had cleaned up everything, came to the bathroom, turned on the tap, took a handful of water with both hands, and gently splashed it on his bloodless face.

"...the people have given them the power to get rich first, but they use this power to squeeze the people back...

I have brought different colors to so many worlds...now...it is time to paint the world I live in..."

"...Is this... Han Dao Yongchang?"

The taxi came to a slow stop, and Xiaoyu casually handed over a [-]-yuan Hong Kong dollar. Without waiting for the driver to change the money, she pushed open the door and strode towards the international airport.

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin picked up a towel and slowly wiped it on his face. His eyes that were ancient and calm suddenly showed a shocking edge.

"No! It's called—Long Live the People!"

'Cang Lang Lang'

In an instant, the mirror surface inexplicably shattered into pieces and scattered.

……

'Ding dong~'

In the bathroom, Wang Xuebin, who had just cleaned up the glass shards, raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door.

"coming!"

He carefully tied the garbage bag in his hand, put another layer of garbage bag on it, carefully put it into the trash can, took out a wet towel, wiped his hands, turned and walked towards the door.

'Ding dong ~ ding dong'

"...Come here, who is it, is it Xin Yao?"

Wang Xuebin doesn't have much social life on weekdays, and there are really not many people who know his apartment. Except for the first few employees and his mother, there is no one else.