Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 57

And in the car driving away, the handsome man leaned against the window with his head propped up, and the street lights cast mottled colors on his face.

"Mi Gao, I asked you to buy the movie ticket, have you bought it yet?"

"I've bought it. I've already made an agreement with the ticket sales lady. I'll pay a hundred times the price for the seat next to Mr. Hovland."

"Well, I just don't know if we can finish our business with those Colombians before the movie ends." The person in the car was none other than Anthony, who successfully replaced the heir of the family after killing Solomon.

The golden hair hangs smoothly by the ears, and the eyes are still deep emeralds.This is such a slender and handsome man. People on the road know that they can offend God but they must not offend Anthony.

"Master, are you still interested in Mr. Hovland?"

In Anthony's other hand, he was holding a high-end wine magazine "Alice", which happened to stop at David's exclusive interview.

The man in the photo is gentle and elegant, wearing a shirt casually, with a green grape trellis above his head, and the midsummer sunlight falls through the gaps in the vines and falls on his smile.

"Michael, let me tell you, when you see something for the first time and think you want it, that's 'interested'. When you see it for the second time and still want it, it's 'very Like'. When you see it for the third time and want it even more, it's a 'must'."

"Just now we can kidnap him directly, without wasting time buying movie tickets." Mi Gao said sullenly.

"Although the result is very important, we also need to enjoy the process." Anthony chuckled and hummed G minor, looking very happy.

Finally, it was David and the others, and what Diana wanted to see most was "The Incredibles".

There are a lot of children in this movie, and Diana looks very happy.

It's just that the seat next to David has always been vacant, which made him a little strange, because this seat is good, and the time is just right, usually there are no empty seats.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the movie ended, and Diana was a little tired from the more than one hour animation, so she fell asleep directly on David's back.

At this time, the silver Porsche stopped at the entrance of the cinema, and the blond man in the car pressed his head, with a frustrated look on his face, "Ah... ah... the movie is over..."

"Actually, when negotiating the transportation price, if you can compromise a little bit, maybe you can catch up." Mi Gao said lightly.

"How can the transportation price be compromised? Now the Interpol is so tight! All in all, I will never do business with the Colombians again. They always push an inch, and they are not straightforward at all!" Anthony's expression became even more unhappy, "By the way , How could my David be in New York, didn’t the magazine say that he was selling wine in Washington?”

"Master... I think it's better for you not to know. I'm afraid you will be so angry that you will send Patriot missiles to Colombia."

"Actually, you really want to talk, and I really want to know." Anthony stretched out his finger and nodded in the air, meaning to say something quickly.

"Your little David..." Mi Gao deliberately imitated Anthony's tone, "now lives with Oliver Kane."

"Really." Anthony snorted coldly, and ice seemed to be forming on the window glass, "I expected it a long time ago."

"It's better not to confront Olivan Kane head-on. After all, the entire Larson family is behind him. Apart from a granddaughter, that old man has only one grandson, Olivan."

"This is what I hate the most about you. You always speak so clearly." Anthony's finger brushed over the smiling face on the photo, "It seems that you have had a good time during my absence..."

The third day of Myers Auction was ushered in.

The highlight is the bottle of reverie "Hughes card".

Brown sat in the room, watching the video of the auction scene.

When the Huscards were placed in a temperature-controlled safe and listed in rows, the buyers present could be heard drooling.

With a starting price of 30 euros, many collectors are determined to win it, and the bidding has never stopped.

Oliwen has been sitting there calmly, with his legs crossed, as if the enthusiastic bidding atmosphere has nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until the price reached 100 million euros that the pace of bidding slowed down.

Brown looked at the video and frowned. The secretary beside him seemed a little worried.

"Mr. Brown, you said that Olivan will be the most powerful buyer of this bottle of wine, but it has already reached 100 million euros. Why is he still silent? Is he not interested in this bottle of wine? I think it will still be Call our people back..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, 100 million euros is nothing to Olivan. His "Tide" alone sold 800 million US dollars, this bottle of wine is just a small thing to him, as long as he really want to."

"110 million, a gentleman has already paid 110 million euros!" The host encouraged the bidders present with his voice.

"120 million." Olivan raised his hand, and his cold voice echoed in the auction site.

Brown smiled, and his secretary happily called to inform the person they had arranged for the auction.

"130 million." Immediately, the sound of bidding rang out from the scene.

Oliwen also raised his hand without hesitation and said, "140 million."

Neo, who was sitting beside him, whispered, "Why didn't that person make any movement before, once you bid, he also bid."

"150 million." The other party's price surpassed Oliwen again.

"160 million." Olivan continued to raise his hand, which attracted the attention of everyone present, because he rarely appeared in public, and no one recognized him as the richest contemporary artist for a while.

"170 million." The other party raised his hand again, as if intending to confront Oliwen.

"That guy wasn't arranged by that old fox, Brown, to deliberately raise the price?" Neo began to think.

The host looked at Oliwen again: "Excuse me, sir, do you still want to increase the price?"

Olivan was silent, and Brown looked very nervous.

His secretary was also worried: "Did the price be raised too high?"

"We may have made a mistake. Oliwen is also a principled person, and he will not buy unworthy collections..." Just when Brown was a little frustrated, Oliwen raised his hand again.

"200."

The audience was in an uproar, and Brown's face quickly changed from regret to joy, "Notify our people, don't raise the price!"

As a result, Oliwen became the collector of the fifth bottle of "Shuska".

After the auction was over, Olivan handed the check to Brown, who smiled rosy and asked to have dinner together again.

At this moment, some policemen came to the auction and surrounded Oliwen and Brown.

"Are you the chairman of this auction, Thomas Brown?"

"Yes, may I ask what happened..." Brown seemed a little nervous.

"Someone reported that the 'Shuska' you sold in this auction is a counterfeit, and the year is not 160 years old. Therefore, we must detain your product according to the law, and return it to the buyer after a cesium test proves that it is genuine." The policeman looked at Oliwen, "Sir, is there a 'Hughes card' in your safe?"

"Yes." Olivier nodded.

"Sorry, we have to take this bottle of wine for testing. According to the auction regulations, you have the right to temporarily get back the amount you paid, and pay to get back the bottle of wine after the testing is over."

Oliwen frowned and looked at Brown: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Kane, please don't worry. My 'Shuska' must be genuine. As I said, we have already conducted the cesium test. You can safely hand over this bottle of wine to the police. We can work together. Go to the police and test it, and after the test is over, you can take it back to New York from Rome." Blanc is very confident in the bottle.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The safe was taken to the police station, and the results of the cesium test came out soon, proving that although the counterfeiting technology of this bottle of wine is high-end, the wine inside is only 20 years old. Although it is a good wine, it is definitely not worth 200 million EUR.

Brown's glasses fell off.

"It's impossible! It's impossible! Someone must have swapped this bottle of wine!" Brown looked very excited.

The police officer in charge of the case took Brown's statement and said: "You said that after the cesium test, this bottle of wine was sealed in a constant temperature safe and no one touched it. If this bottle of wine was changed later, How could it have your fingerprints on it? Unless it was you who changed it."

"How is this possible! I did the cesium test myself!" Brown was put on cold handcuffs on his wrists, and he was still thinking about what happened when he was pushed away.

Police returned Olivan's check and apologized for his unpleasant experience at the auction in Rome.

After Olivan finished his notes, he will attend the trial of Brown in this city next month.

As he walks out of the police station, Neo waves him from a car.

Oliwen didn't say a word, and the two drove away, heading directly to the international airport.

"Ah, ah, that old fox in Brown never imagined that when he was excitedly trying to persuade you to take "Eyes" to Miles for auction, I happened to be waiting by the toilet door with another safe, when you When passing by, I pretended to just finish using the toilet, walked out with another bottle of red wine I bought, and changed hands with you, and he didn't notice."

"If you want to blame, blame the two bottles of red wine because they need to be kept at a constant temperature, so the shape of the safe is the same. By the way, where is the bottle of red wine you bought?"

"Oh... I've sold it to the man who's been wanting to buy it, didn't the bottle be made in the same year as his wife's birthday? Hope they have a happy golden wedding anniversary this time around."