Shenhao grew up from salted fish

For this big brother, Yang Yu really felt that he was a little pitiful.

Proper annual big injustice.

He had indeed photographed four works before, but Yang Yu, who knew the situation, wanted to say: "Big brother, three of your four paintings are fake, if you still want to buy the last one The number of fake paintings is going to be four..."

It's just that the other party is doomed to be this unknown seed of injustice.

This gave Yang Yu the feeling that a person didn't know that his wife was cheating, and then he worked hard to grow the seed left by others.

This is no longer a question of whether to wear a hat or not, this is definitely living in dye.

"Forget it, he's a big local tyrant, why should I worry about others? If he loses his money, he just needs to dig some more oil at home, and it won't matter at all."

Yang Yu shook his head, leaving a sympathetic look, and finally continued to chat with Fatty.

"Why did I always feel that Yang looked at me with pity? I must be wrong. How could he look at me with pity."

Although Art found something wrong with the way Yang Yu looked at him for a moment, he didn't think much about it.

In his opinion, Yang Yu has no reason to pity him.

"Art, the last lot is up, and I'm ready to bid."

Lily completely ignored the words between Art and Yang Yu, and kept her eyes on the stage. After the last lot was brought up, she immediately patted Art on the shoulder happily.

She has never lived such a life of spending money like water. Although the supermodel looks extremely beautiful, she knows that she is nothing in front of the real rich.

It is also because of this that she especially enjoys the time when she is envied by other women.

"Okay okay."

Art is also very excited. As long as he wins this lot today, his auction will come to a successful conclusion.

"Yang Yu, are you really not going to take a picture of something?"

Hearing Lily's voice behind him, Fatty couldn't hold back and asked Yang Yu.

"No, this thing..." Yang Yu shook his head, then glanced around, stuck it to Fatty's ear, and said in a low voice, "This thing is fake."

"what??!!"

Fatty almost couldn't hold back his surprise and cried out, but luckily she managed to silence her voice at the end.

"What you said is true?" Fatty wanted Yang Yu's confirmation again.

"Well, because I've seen the real painting, it's not this one, I've confirmed it with my friend just now, don't tell me about it."

Yang Yu nodded, and a wave of out-of-the-box friends came.

Although the friend and the like are fake, he has indeed seen the real painting, and he also knows where the painting is now.

It's just that he doesn't want to get involved in these things, and the water in these things can be seen to be extremely deep.

Of course, he has the contact information and face models of those thieves here, so it is relatively easy to find them.

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

Chapter 184 Leave a good memory next to Eiffel

Shenhao started to grow from salted fish. Volume 184 of the main text, leaving good memories next to Eiffel. Those thieves are rare talents. If there is a chance, Yang Yu wants them to work for him.

He hasn't thought about the specific things yet, and he's not in a hurry about them.

The bidding for the last lot will start soon.

"The last lot is called "The Card Players" with a base price of 100 million pounds, and the price increase cannot be less than [-] million pounds each time. Bidding starts now."

The master of ceremonies tapped the small wooden hammer in his hand on the table lightly, announcing the start of the bidding.

There was a brief silence at first, and then someone immediately started making an offer of his own.

There are actually five copies of "The Card Players", four of which are in museums, and this one is the only one circulating outside, so the price cannot be very low.

"One hundred million pounds!"

"One hundred and sixty million!"

"Two hundred million!"

........

"Two hundred and thirty million!"

After a round of terrifying asking prices, the price finally stayed at 2000 million pounds.

After the final price came out, even Yang Yu couldn't help but gasp.

"My mother, is this painting so expensive?"

Yang Yu vomited some blood.

Mmp, even if he wants to take this painting, he may not be able to take it. If it is converted into soft sister coins, this painting will cost 20 billion.

His funds are not so much now, and a lot of his money has been invested. In a short period of time, the funds that can be used are only about [-] billion.

If you really want to buy it, you can only ask the dog system to pay for it......

"Sure enough, I'm still too poor."

Silently sighed in his heart, Yang Yu felt that he needed to withdraw part of the funds, otherwise his life would become tight.

In the end, it was no surprise that the painting was bought by the brother Art behind him.

He was very curious, if one day Art knew that this painting and the other three paintings were fake, would he come over and fight the owner here.

"It seems that the owner here is a member of the Rothschild family?"

In Yang Yu's impression, the invitation letter he received should be from Rothschild.

"Well, it should be, but I heard that the Rothschilds are actually an ordinary family, not as awesome as he was at his peak, and I don't know if they can bear the anger of this brother Art."

At this time, Yang Yu felt that the whole world was intoxicated and I was sober alone. This kind of melon made people want to know more about the follow-up......

"The auction is over, we should go too."

Yang Yu got up, patted Fatty's shoulder beside him, and then said.

And Kerr, who had received Yang Yu's instructions early in the morning, sat down obediently, and had no intention of leaving with Yang Yu and the two of them. He just said something to the two who left.

"Mr. Yang, I still have some cooperation with a few friends and I haven't talked about it. I'll ask the driver to take you to the hotel first."

"That's annoying."

Yang Yu immediately agreed.

As for Fatty, he also noticed that something was wrong, and pinched the hem of the dress with his little hands nervously, but he didn't say anything.

She knew that this kind of thing was going to happen sooner or later, after all, Da Mimi and Li Linglin were too obvious before.

The two did not chat as before, but walked out of the manor in silence, and got into the Rolls Royce that came to pick them up.

.......

Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a luxury hotel.

After a brief conversation, a housekeeper brought Yang Yu and the two of them to the presidential suite on the top floor.

After opening the room door for Yang Yu and the others, the housekeeper bowed slightly and said politely.

"Sir, Ma'am, if you need anything, you can tell me at any time."

"Well, you can arrange dinner for us first. By the way, what kind of red wine do you have here?"

Yang Yu nodded and asked the housekeeper.

While he was talking to the housekeeper, Fatty slipped into the room quietly while Yang Yu was not paying attention.

"Sir, I have wines like Romani, Petrus, and Lafite here. I don't know what you want to drink."

The housekeeper didn't sell cheaper red wine to Yang Yu, and other people live in the presidential apartment. If you still introduce tens of hundreds of red wine, who are you looking down on?

Yang Yu stroked his chin and ordered a bottle of what he had drunk.

"Then give me a bottle of Romanee-Conti '99."

He had drunk this wine in Greece before, and it tasted good.

For Yang Yu, the year the wine was produced is not very important, the most important thing is that it tastes good.

"Okay sir, I will bring you food and wine in 10 minutes."

After finishing speaking, the housekeeper bowed her back again and left.

Looking at the doorway where he was alone, Yang Yu touched his nose, then turned his eyes to the room.

"We've come to this point, it's unscientific if nothing happens..."

After muttering, Yang Yu gently closed the door.

Half an hour later, Yang Yu and Fatty sat at the dining table by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the glass, one could easily see the landmark of France - the Eiffel Tower.

"Eat it, if you don't eat this steak, it will be cold."

Yang Yu looked at Fatty who was watching the night scene outside, and Wen Sheng reminded him.

I don't know if the two of them have a tacit understanding, they are both wearing bathrobes, and the white fluffy appearance makes them feel a little more lazy for no reason.

"Ah."

Without too many words, Fat Di looked away, gave Yang Yu a soft reply, then picked up the knife and fork on the table, and started to cut the steak.