Chapter 145: Fabergé's Easter Egg

There are many things about Russia that outsiders will not understand. Even if Pavlyuchenko is super-rich, sometimes he has to take on something very difficult to do. And I can't help but do it. Because if you don't do it, you're likely to encounter something you don't want to do.

For Pavlyuchenko, who was in the oil business, orders from above had to be fulfilled. After all, there are many people who can do the oil business, but only a few people can get a license. That swarthy gold is the guarantee of everything that Pavlyuchenko has now.

Pavlyuchenko also knew very well what it meant, and wanted to take back the national treasure to improve face, just let him come forward. Anyway, the money is definitely going to be spent.

However, as long as things can be completed, their own company can naturally continue to operate. Of course, as for how to recover those precious works of art, that is Pavlyuchenko's own business. Russia, which itself started by looting, will not care how these things come back.

Pavlyuchenko's first choice is to buy it back, after all, doing so is the least risky. It's a pity that the extremely shrewd islanders crackle loudly in their small abacus, they know what kind of situation Pavlyuchenko is facing, and the price quoted is simply unacceptable. That's not buying any art anymore, it's killing people with knives.

The reason why Pavlyuchenko had that press conference was to shake things out and put pressure on the British, so that they could seize some advantageous positions when it came time to negotiate. But I didn't expect that this press conference would actually lead to the promise.

"First of all, I want to state that." Xu promised to speak unhurriedly, "This time it is indeed my loss." It gives you a great opportunity to invest in this stake, and it's still so cheap. Of course, this is the only one chance. You're in luck. ”

Hearing the promise of this, Pavlyuchenko opened his mouth, and in the end he said nothing. But in fact, there is nothing wrong with what he promised.

Not to mention anything else, as long as the first dinosaur is resurrected in the promised laboratory, after the news spreads, there will be countless people waving checks and wanting to take a stake in the promised company. When the time comes, its value will definitely increase a hundredfold.

At this moment, he promised to be willing to transfer 10% of the shares at a price of 600 million US dollars, and for Pavlyuchenko, it was really a gift of money for nothing.

It's just that Pavlyuchenko did not know about these things. And it is impossible to brag about the promise before it has no results, because others will treat him as a psychopath.

"Now." Xu Promise put the empty wine glass in his hand on the coffee table, and leaned forward slightly, "I only want to know one thing." If I get those works of art and give them to you, would you be willing to inject $600 million into my company in exchange for a 10 percent stake? ”

Pavlyuchenko was silent.

If it is based on the sky-high price offered to him by the British, the promised offer is still very reasonable. But in terms of the true value of those works of art, it would be too high to promise this price. However, many things in reality cannot be measured simply by price.

The British dared to open their mouths, knowing that there was not much time for Pavlyuchenko. So the British could drink afternoon tea slowly, waiting for Pavlyuchenko to finally compromise himself. In this case, the promise is not too demanding.

It's just that there is a premise for all this. That's what a promise can do.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Pavlyuchenko carefully looked at the young man in front of him again, handsome and temperamental (hehe~) no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a person who does this kind of thing. You can eat with your face.

"As long as you need." The promised answer was simple and crisp.

Pavlyuchenko got up, took out a large bottle of Russian vodka from the bar, and came back with a promise: "Although my life experience tells me that you crazy man should be kicked out. But my instincts made me pour you a drink. ”

"You'll cheer for your decision today." Promise raised the glass in his hand and drank it all-

The next day, he and Kim Taeyeon enjoyed a swim in London. Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace and more have left their footprints. In the afternoon, Promise and Kim Tae-yeon went to the famous British Museum.

The British are also nationals of the island country, and they are actually not much better than the Japanese in terms of psychology.

However, because its ancestors were once broad, and for hundreds of years it has defeated all the major countries in the world and become the world hegemon. Therefore, although they have now been completely reduced to the level of being the little brother and-stirring stick for the Americans, they still can't forget the glorious past of the empire on which the sun never sets.

This can be seen in the British Museum.

This sprawling museum houses precious artifacts and works of art collected from all over the world. This is also the last evidence and condolences of the British for their past glory.

The British were strict with the guards, but that was all on the outside, with little guarding inside other than cameras and patrols. Because the British believed that no one could silently break through the outer defenses and enter the inner core area.

"There's a lot of stuff here." Looking at the dazzling array of artifacts and artworks in front of her, Kim Tae-yeon's eyes flashed in surprise. She had never seen a museum of this size, with collections as many as stars in the night sky.

"It's nothing." Xu Promise smiled and nodded, "This museum is said to have more than seven million items in its collection, and what can be seen now is only the tip of the iceberg." ”

"What? More than seven million pieces? Kim Tae-yeon's little head melon seed felt a little unresponsive, what a huge number this is. If all these things were to be put together, how large would it be?

"Let's go to the Russian Pavilion." Kim Tae-yeon did not know the route and order of the visit, and in fact she was not very interested in the collections. It's only because I can be with Promise that I'm full of interest. After all, with her work, this kind of opportunity for the two to be alone is too rare.

After coming to the Russian Pavilion, Xu Promise raised his eyebrows in some surprise. There are a lot of people here, and there are a lot of collections on display. Numerous tourists and journalists took pictures, and flashes flashed in the huge exhibition hall.

"Interesting." Unlike other exhibition halls, Xu Promise has seen many of his goals placed in various booths for visitors to take photos at will. These precious collections contain what Pavlyuchenko wants.

After asking the people around him, and then looking at the constantly scrolling propaganda on the electronic display, Xu immediately understood what was going on.

In response to pressure from Pavlyuchenko to hold a press conference, the British Museum took the initiative to slap a large number of Russian artifacts and artworks in the face by displaying them publicly.

At the same time, the proud British also said that some of the collections of these works of art will soon enter the auction process. The British have long known very well that the Russians will carry this injustice even if they pinch their noses.

At this time, it is not good to pit the Russians, so when can it be pitted? The collection was put on display for everyone to see in response to Pavlyuchenko's press conference.

To put it simply, it is to point at the Russian's nose in front of you and say, Lao Tzu just won't give it to you, what can you do? Isn't it just that you can only watch with blood dripping from the sidelines?

This has nothing to do with the security of these collections. This is the British Museum, and whether it's stealing or robbing, it's impossible to get something away under the noses of so many guards. All the exhibition halls here have automatic closed doors, and as long as the alloy door is closed, the ghost will not want to run out.

"It's beautiful." He took Kim Tae-yeon's hand and went to the booth of the world-famous Fabergé Easter eggs, and looked at the exquisitely made easter eggs with jewels shining under the spotlights, and Kim Tae-yeon's eyes flashed with a different kind of brilliance. The appeal of this beautiful work of art to a woman is just too great.

Fabergé eggs belong to the Easter egg artwork, which is an imitation egg handicraft made of gold, diamonds, jadeite, etc. These easter eggs are a testimony to the luxurious life of the Russian Tsar, and also show the achievements of Russia in art and culture in those years. For the Russians, it means a lot.

In the Russian Revolution. At the time of fate, many easter eggs were scattered all over the world. Of the 52 eggs, 42 are in museums and private hands around the world.

For example, the Moscow Armory Museum, the Virginia Museum of Art, the Cheekwood Botanical Garden, the Forest Museum, the Cleveland Museum of Art, and many more. The private collection is concentrated in Victor. In the hands of Wikselberg, Queen Elizabeth, and Middle Eastern tycoons and wealthy American businessmen.

Four of the other ten eggs have disappeared entirely, and no one knows their whereabouts. The remaining six are now all here, a testament to the strength of the British Museum's collection.

Already valuable at the time, these eggs represent the highest level of Russian art, and these exquisitely conceived and ornately crafted Fabergé eggs elevate the art of jewellery to the highest level of decorative art since the Renaissance. At the same time, it is also one of the spiritual and cultural symbols of Tsarist Russia.

The value of each egg starts at the auction in the millions of dollars, and the final transaction price is at least one or two million dollars!

It's truly priceless. Because there is no more Tsar in the world, it is naturally impossible to have new Tsar Easter eggs. And these treasures, which symbolize the pinnacle of Russian history, culture and art, are so important to the minds of Russians that they have no choice. (To be continued.) )