Notting Hill, Portebello Market not far from Kensington Palace.

Although it was about 12 o'clock in the morning, the fog had cleared, but the weather was still cold and damp, and the cold wind was swishing straight into the collar, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Even colder than this is the hearts of the antique dealers and gallery owners who do business at the Portebelu Market!

Of course, if someone is sorrowful, then someone will rejoice!

Ye Tian and the others walked over from another street, laughing and chatting, while looking at the goods on the antique and thrift stalls on both sides of the street, trying to find something.

Two hours had passed since they arrived at Notting Hill.

In the past two hours, the hapless Portebello antique thrift market, less than two months later, has once again been hit by a Category 10 hurricane.

As everyone expected, Ye Tian's trip was not just to buy gifts in Notting Hill and prepare to give them to Prince William and his wife at the banquet in the evening.

From the moment he arrived at the Portebello Market, he began to sweep through the place, and in less than two hours, he frantically swept through more than a dozen antique artworks.

Although people don't know the origin and specific value of the antique artworks he bought, everyone is very sure that those antique artworks must be worth a lot of money, otherwise they will not be in his eyes!

As for the place Ye Tian passed, it was naturally mournful, as if it had been swept by a tornado.

The news of his arrival at the Portevele Market in Notting Hill and his frenzied raid on it has long since spread throughout Notting Hill and throughout the British antique art collection.

Hearing the news, everyone was a little crying and laughing, and they were secretly frightened.

Steven, this bastard is so ruthless that he can ransack Portebelou's antique thrift market, what kind of grudge?

The antique dealers, gallery owners, and everyone who did business in Notting Hill and Portebelou Market wanted to cry without tears at this time, and they gritted their teeth with hatred, hating that goddamn bastard to shreds and feeding it to the dogs!

In this way, under the gaze of countless hateful eyes, Ye Tian and the others had reached the corner of the street.

There's an elegantly decorated and art-like gallery that looks quite attractive.

Seeing that this gallery was open, Ye Tian immediately sighed, and then smiled and said to the people around him:

"Guys, let's go into this gallery, if I'm not mistaken, the last time I came to Portebellu, this gallery was closed, I couldn't go in and visit, now that it's open, you can't miss it"

With that, he walked first to the gallery on the corner of the street, looking very interested.

Behind him, David and the others followed.

As they spoke, the group had already entered the gallery and disappeared from the cold, damp street.

Seeing this scene, the other antique dealers on the street couldn't help but start a moment of silence for the gallery owner, believing that the gallery would inevitably be looted in a frenzy.

At this time, in the gallery, the gallery owner was looking at Ye Tian and David, who had just come in, with a blank face, his eyes were full of horror, and he even forgot to say hello.

"Good morning, man, I'm Steven, it's nice to meet you, your gallery is very nice, it looks very artistic and attractive from the outside, that's why I came in to visit."

Ye Tian greeted with a smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand to the gallery owner, showing great grace.

As the words fell, the gallery owner was finally awakened.

But at this time, his heart was bitter to the extreme, as if he had eaten a ton of Coptis chinensis.

If he could turn back the clock, he wouldn't hesitate to smash the decoration outside the gallery and sweep away all the so-called artistic atmosphere, as long as it didn't attract the attention of the bastard in front of him!

It's a pity that going back in time is just a fantasy of a fool's dream, and the bad luck that I was lucky to avoid last time is no longer avoidable this time, and what should come will come after all.

After sorting out his emotions a little, the gallery owner squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, shook hands with Ye Tian, and introduced himself:

"Good morning, Mr. Steven, I'm glad to meet you, it's an honour, I'm Desmond, the owner of this gallery, welcome to London, welcome to my gallery!"

"Desmond, what a familiar name! If I'm not mistaken, your wife must be Molly Jones, and she's a band singer, and you have three children, am I right?" ob-la-di, ob-la-da."

Ye Tian said jokingly, and even snorted lightly twice.

"Hahaha"

There was a burst of laughter, and everyone burst out laughing, including the gallery owner, Desmond.

With this laughter, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became much more relaxed, and Desmond's expression was not so ugly.

When the laughter died down a little, Desmond smiled and shook his head and said:

"Steven, it seems like you're a Beatles fan, and so am I, but my wife's name isn't Molly Jones, and although I strongly recommend that she change her name, she doesn't agree, and we only have two children!"

There was another burst of laughter, and everyone laughed again.

After making a few jokes and enlivening up the atmosphere, Ye Tian looked at the many paintings displayed in the gallery, and said with a smile:

"Desmond, the paintings on display in your gallery look good, can I take a look at them, if there's a work I like, I don't mind taking it."

This greedy bastard is finally going to do it, and God willing, don't make me another unlucky guy who has been ransacked in a frenzy, another joke in the mouths of my peers.

Desmond complained to himself, and a feeling of impending catastrophe immediately welled up in his heart, which was very bad and no one wanted to experience it.

However, he still squeezed out a smile, nodded lightly and said:

"Steven, of course you can admire the paintings here, but I have a reluctant request, please be merciful, don't ransack my little gallery, and leave me a little hope!"

Ye Tian glanced at Desmond deeply, then nodded with a chuckle and said:

"Don't worry, Desmond, it's not about mercy, let alone looting, that's too exaggerated, just rush us all Beatles fans, I'll be in control"

Hearing this, Desmond immediately let out a sigh of relief, somewhat relaxed, not so nervous, and even a little happy.

He knew very well in his heart that although the guy in front of him was extremely greedy and ruthless, he was a veritable man-eating crocodile, but he never broke his word.

What's more, this guy's vision is extremely sharp, he has never looked at it, and today he may be looted, or he may take shit luck and become the lucky one who was hit by a windfall from the sky.

This kind of thing has happened in the United States, France, Italy and other places before, and it has long become a legend, and everyone wants to be one of the lucky ones in these legends!

After a few small talks, Ye Tian began to admire the many paintings displayed in this gallery, and Desmond followed him and was responsible for introducing these artworks.

Soon, more than ten minutes had passed.

At this time, Ye Tian and the others had already come to the depths of the gallery and stood in front of another display wall.

On the wall in front of them hung a landscape painting filled with water vapor and slightly grayish tones.

The painting depicts a rural landscape near Venice, Italy, with the Mediterranean Sea as far as the eye can see, the blue sea dotted with white sails, and the smoky countryside in the foreground.

It's an idyllic scene, and the whole picture seems to exude an atmosphere of 'purity, tranquility, and beauty', which is intoxicating.

Judging by the slightly faded surface of the painting and the antiquated classical wood frame, the painting must be somewhat historical.

In fact, the classicist style of this landscape oil painting also aptly illustrates this point.

Standing in front of this landscape oil painting and admiring it quietly for a while, Ye Tian turned his head to look at Desmond next to him, and said with a smile:

"Desmond, tell me about this landscape painting, this oil painting looks pretty good, the scenery is beautiful, I don't know if this is the work of that painter?

I love these realistic landscapes, they always give a visual treat, and I wouldn't mind taking them if the price is right."

Desmond did not respond immediately, but looked suspiciously at the landscape hanging on the wall, and fell into deep thought.

Seeing his reaction, Ye Tian didn't urge, just stood by with a smile on his face, and continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the oil painting on the wall.

After thinking for a moment, Desmond got nothing.

He knew a lot about this landscape oil painting before, but now it is still so much, and it is not because Ye Tian has a blue eye for this oil painting, so that it has increased by a star and a half.

Desmond shook his head slightly, as if shaking off some unrealistic thoughts, and then said with a smile:

"Steven, this classicist-style landscape oil painting was purchased by me from an outside market, and the painting does not have the author's signature on it, so it is impossible to tell exactly who created this painting is.

After receiving this painting, I did some research, and in my judgment it was supposed to be made between the late 18th and mid-19th centuries, or the late 19th century at the latest.

Judging from the painting style, the painting style shown in this painting is a bit like the famous French landscape painter Loren in the 17th century, and a bit like the famous British landscape painter William Turner in the 19th century.

But this is neither Loren nor William Turner, but somewhere in between, both of whom were famous landscape painters, and who studied them as many as a carp crossing a river.

Although Lorraine and William Turner had both traveled to Italy, where they studied painting and interacted with local artists, neither saw much of Venice in their work.

The painting shows quite good painting techniques, but it is this specious style that affects the value of this painting, and perhaps this is why it has fallen on the market for Portebello.

That's all I can see, Steven, you should be able to see more, the offer for this classicist landscape painting is 14,000 euros, and if you can accept it, it's yours!"

Without a moment's hesitation, as soon as Desmond's words fell, Ye Tian immediately stretched out his right hand and said categorically:

"Okay, 14,000 euros, deal, I accept the price"

"Ahh

Desmond exclaimed, and directly froze in place, looking at Ye Tian dumbfounded.