When Zhou Hao finally explained the true meaning of his words at that time, he waited anxiously for Wu Zimo to get angry. Wu Zimo, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, laughed a few times, took out the room card and walked out of the room to let the girls wait in his room first, and then pulled Zhou Hao to the sofa.

"Ah Hao, in fact, I knew after the first day!"

"What, then why are you still doing such nonsense?" After Zhou Hao heard Wu Zimo's words, his whole person jumped up.

In Zhou Hao's mind, Wu Zimo has always been a good man with a strict family education and good self-care, how did he become a man when he went abroad?

"If the water is full, it will overflow, and I will pollute myself! It is easy to be caught on the scene by people if you do this, so since you are wrong, let him continue to be wrong. In the future, I will be a playboy who messes with flowers. Wu Zimo spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Why?" At this time, Zhou Hao calmed down. Listening to Wu Zimo's meaning, it was actually deliberate, there must be something unspeakable in this.

"You see that my grandfather is the top three elders of the Red Palace, and my uncle is the head of a military party, if I continue to follow the original trajectory, a family that spans the three worlds of military, politics, and business will be born like this, this is not allowed. According to Uncle Lin, he secretly told me that he was implicated in this regard, so he was sent to the training department by the Führer with an excuse...... Uncle Lin advised me to show that I had no intention of doing so, and cut off the possibility of leaning in this direction. Do you understand that?"

Wu Zimo rubbed his face with his hands, and said what was in his heart in a sullen voice.

A lascivious and unscrupulous woman in his private life is his new position for himself. So he simply let go and made a fuss, believing that his performance had appeared on the desk of the elder of the Red Palace in the past two days.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be self-confessed, everyone understands that even if it is a play, you must persist in acting until the curtain call of life.

"Okay, I know!" After Zhou Hao heard Wu Zimo's explanation, he opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.

This kind of thing is so ridiculous, it's like playing at home, it's ridiculous for a ridiculous reason, it's ridiculous, but what's even more ridiculous is that listening to Wu Zimo's meaning can really have an effect!

"But Zimo, there shouldn't be any problem with Elder Wu's status, right?Your uncle's merits should be guaranteed as long as he doesn't change, right?" Zhou Hao finally couldn't help it.

"Self-defilement", a method often used by feudal ministers to avoid the suspicion of the king, the purpose is to tell the emperor that I am degenerate, and I am not perfect...... But Wu Zimo defiled himself, and all the scenes of intrigue with other forces that the ancient ancestor witch had experienced quickly flashed in front of his eyes.

"My grandfather and uncle will definitely not have any problems!" Wu Zimo replied very confidently, and there was a color of "you will also ask this kind of idiotic question" in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Hao.

"Do you still have the possibility of entering the system?" Zhou Hao instantly thought of the first time he saw Wu Zimo, and his very pretending sentence of 13 "The end determines the means".

"How is it possible? I said a long time ago, this road has long been broken!" Wu Zimo continued to despise Zhou Hao.

"There won't be any problems with the elders, and it's impossible for you to enter the system, even if you want to develop your rights, it's done by means that no one knows, why do you want to defile yourself?

This bastard actually looked at himself with such eyes, really I am still Zhou Hao, who was ignorant before?

Wu Zimo saw Zhou Hao's terrifying gaze reappear, shrunk his neck in fright, and then shouted angrily, "Don't look at me like this!" I can't help it, Uncle Lin said so, I always have to leave some room for myself!"

"Okay, okay, I'm worried about you! I dare to guarantee that you didn't tell Wu Lao about these things, tonight you tell Wu Lao what you think, and see which of us two is an idiot!" Zhou Hao waved his hand funny and signaled Wu Zimo what to do, with a look of disgust.

The next day, Wu Zimo went to London and Zhou Hao boarded a plane to the United States, and his strange itinerary made Ding Shan crazy.

"Why didn't he follow Wu Zimo to the sun never set?"

Anger turned into anger, Ding Shan could only urgently notify his colleagues in Mi Guo and stared at Zhou Hao tightly, but an ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

I hope Zhou Hao will be honest in the United States......

On October 9th, Christie's autumn auctions finally began.

After Wu Zimo entered the venue with the invitation card in a well-dressed manner, he found his place and sat down, holding a bracelet given to him by Zhou Hao tightly in his hand.

The auctioneer stood in front of the auction table, but his heart was very bottomless.

Before the start of the auction, the chairman suddenly said that in order to make up for the trouble caused by the change of location, all the lots in this auction will start at one pound, and the price will be increased by 10,000 pounds each time.

At this time, Christie's had never had an auction, and all the participants in this auction were rarities, but the auction started at one pound...... The auctioneer anxiously glanced at the boss who was sitting in the audience chatting and laughing with other bigwigs, and picked up the mallet with difficulty and knocked it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first lot is the oil painting "Orange, Red and Yellow" from Mark Rothko...... The starting price is one pound, which one ......"

"Sixty million!" a polite man sitting in the middle took the lead in holding up a sign.

As soon as the auctioneer saw the stone in his heart, he fell to the ground.

Mark Rothko's oil painting was auctioned seven years ago, and it sold for 86.9 million meters that year, and after so many years, his actual value should be even higher. At that time, when the boss asked for the first auction item to be directly on this piece, almost everyone objected.

Because the first few lots of the auction are generally commonly known as warm-up auctions, some low-value lots are generally selected, so that the guests can slowly enter the state, and then the auctioneer's demagoguery will mobilize the emotions of the audience step by step, and then after the finale is played, the guests who have been carried away by the frenzy will play with their lives.

Almost no one offered such a high-value lot at the beginning, and the auctioneer was worried that the painting would be sold at a low price because the guests did not enter the state. Now it seems that the boss has already made arrangements. This man is a good friend of the owner and a well-known collector in France, and people will not think too much about his sale, even if they have doubts, after all, the real value of the painting is at least 75 million pounds.

The first time he shouted 60 million, even if others knew about the relationship between him and the boss, they only thought that this was Christie's to avoid his own losses.

Sure enough, the price of 60 million did not last long. Someone in the back row raised signs one after another, pushing the price of the painting up to 7500000 pounds step by step, and the auctioneer secretly wiped the sweat from his palms while agitating the atmosphere of the scene.

He didn't know the people who were shouting, but 75 million meant that the auction wouldn't be messed up at least.

"80 million!"

A person sitting in the front row suddenly raised a sign.

The people behind him immediately let out all kinds of cordial greetings in various languages with the female relatives of the man, the oil tycoons who liked nothing more than to bring their treasures back to their basement in the depths of the desert. According to the character of these people, it is estimated that the next time I see the painting "Orange, Red, Yellow", it is estimated that it will be possible until the earth's oil dries up.

The world collectors know that they are hoarding all the products that hold their value, but in the face of these local tyrants who have banknotes flowing out of the ground, collectors are simply unable to compete with them.

Wu Zimo was in an extremely bad mood at this time.

After he sent those girls away last night, he couldn't help but have a phone call with Wu Lao, but he was sprayed wildly by Wu Lao.

Especially after the grandfather finished the last sentence, he hung up the phone fiercely, which stung Wu Zimo's heart.

"Zimo, how much debt did you owe to the Lin family in your last life!Why do you become an idiot as long as you meet the Lin family?"

All the truth was revealed, and he actually idiotically listened to Lin Jianjun's words, maybe after returning to China, the Lin family would regret his marriage on the grounds of his inappropriate life!

Wu Zimo left the hotel early in the morning in shame, he felt that he had no face to see Zhou Hao. Thinking of this, he glared at the auctioneer fiercely, his fingers crushed the mother bead of the bracelet with slight force, and an invisible fluctuation emanated from the bracelet in his hand.

Bewitchment, greed! Amplify the greed of the audience.

This is one of the two array talismans that Zhou Hao used to string his hands in advance, and Wu Zimo is not enough to launch a witch weapon now, so he can only use this method.

"Mark Rothko's works always retain their value, what do you want to do so much, shoot first and ponder slowly......"

"This is a good opportunity to get your hands on Mark Rothko's work, don't hesitate any longer, what a beautiful color......"

All kinds of demagogic voices sounded in the minds of all the non-Chinese guests at the scene at the same time, greed was amplified in an instant, and rationality was annihilated.

"No. 12, 81 million!"

"No. 32, 82 million!"

After only two rounds of bidding, the price of the painting far exceeded Christie's expectations, and the auctioneer's teeth were exposed.

In the end, with a hammer drop, "Orange, Red, and Yellow" sold for 110 million pounds.

After seeing the boss smile happily, the auctioneer decisively announced that he would enter the next round of auction.

Masterpieces from various Western periods were concentrated in this auction by Lançois, and the scene slowly entered an inexplicable frenzy. People went into a state of frenzy, and every lot fetched sky-high prices, and this is exactly what Zhou Hao wanted and what Rançois wanted.

Ronçois sat proudly in the audience and controlled the progress of the auction, and when he saw that the heat was almost hot, he made a quick gesture to the auctioneer.

The auctioneer smiled knowingly, and suddenly raised his voice after selling Picasso's "Boy with a Pipe" for 240 million pounds.

"The next lot, and the last lot of this auction, is a snake bronze head from the royal gardens of the ancient empire!"

Looking at the bronze head that was sent to the stage, all the guests present said in their hearts: "It's here!"

The guests of Huaguo even stood up a little excitedly, twelve bronze heads, the snake beast has not been heard from since it was plundered, and today it finally reappeared in the world.

Guests from other countries smiled. Huaguo has really embarrassed the gentlemen who claim to be a civilized West over the years, so they don't mind helping Rançois raise the price of the copper head, which is a tacit understanding in the past few years.

For Westerners, Picasso's painting is the finale of the sale, and the bronze head is just a special sale for the Chinese.

In particular, this bronze head is also considered valuable by only the Chinese people. Not to mention the recent age, even the people who presided over the casting are Westerners, and it is a shame that the Chinese people take this thing as a treasure!

Rançois also smiled, after breaking the record of global art auctions again and again, the snake beast that has not been traced for a hundred years has been auctioned, the snake is a small dragon, and he has reason to believe that the Chinese people who use the dragon as a totem will definitely create a miracle again.

Wu Zimo sneered, his fingers clenched hard, and the entire bracelet suddenly turned into sawdust in his hand, and at the same time, an inexplicable aura instantly enveloped the audience.

"Zimo, remember to crush the snake head when it appears and then shout!"

"Okay!" (To be continued.) )