When they arrived at Schroeder's house, Brother Badou finally cleared up, and it happened that Zu'er was also here, so the fat man asked her and Isabel for their opinions, and in this way, the two girls happily joined the Badou Art Company, which had not yet been established.

With the efforts of a few people, a freshly baked dinner with a combination of Chinese and Western cuisine, although it was just a very ordinary dinner party, but in the few who had just had a famine, it was better than the most luxurious banquet, and they were all very cherished, and even the monkey Xiaoshuai, who had always been a picky eater, had no rice left. This is the case a lot of the time, and you only know how to cherish it when you lose it.

Drinking a cup of coffee after a meal is very pleasant. While chatting, the two girls were looking forward to the future of the Yato Art Company, because they had both seen the treasures in the cave. Isabel, on the other hand, remembered the oil painting she had obtained at the village chief's house, and asked the fat man in a low voice, "Isn't that really Leonardo da Vinci?" ”

"Whether it's true or not, it's a dowry for you anyway, but it's cheaper for Schroeder!" The fat man was actually a little reluctant to put that painting, after all, the paintings he got were all degenerate works of art, and there were more modern ones, and there were really no works by famous Renaissance artists in them.

When Isabel heard this, she couldn't sit still: "No, how can I accept such a precious thing-"

In her mind, if she could really become a lover with the fat Mr. Gao, she could accept this gift; But now it seemed impossible, so she was really ashamed of it, and her heart was uneasy.

"If you don't want Leonardo da Vinci, I'll replace you with Picasso, but if you marry Schroeder. I don't think I'll give you another gift! "The fat man also made a decision. In those works of art. Picasso painted quite a few, and this modern abstract style of work, in the eyes of that mustache, is certainly depraved!

Seeing that the fat Mr. Gao was real, Isabel stopped arguing, and secretly made up her mind in her heart: she must help the fat Mr. Gao run the company well, and not receive a salary - if she gets a masterpiece, then the salary of this life is estimated to be withdrawn at one time.

Zuer listened to it for a long time. Linked to the sculptures she had seen in the treasure cave, she also suddenly realized that her farmer's ploughing should not be simple, otherwise, how could Mr. Gao of the fat man spend so much effort to help carry it back?

After this period of contact, she knows a lot about Fat Gao, if it is to pursue her, it is understandable, but I heard that Mr. Fat Gao is engaged. And he didn't do anything to her in the cave.

The more you think about it, the more you think about it, the more difficult it becomes. So Zuer spoke out her doubts. The fat man said twice: "I said at the time, that thing is our joint ownership." When the time comes, call the appraiser of the company to give me an estimate, and then I will ask you for something, and you will collect the money-"

Zu'er began to shake his head, but the fat man had already made up his mind: "Even if it is a testimony of our suffering together!" ”

Only then did everyone accept, and Schroeder came up shyly: "Gao, what about my share?" ”

"Yours has been settled, aren't you satisfied with double the employment fee?" The fat man stretched, then curled up on the couch, ready for a good night's sleep.

Schroeder slammed a pillow over: "You heavy and light friend—"

The next morning, the fat man met with the master and called the trainee manager, Mr. Carl, to attend the press conference together. In addition to the representatives of the fat man, there were also representatives of the banks and a diplomat representing the Confederation, and of course there were interpreters.

The auditorium was already full, and there were thousands of people in the dark, not to mention a thousand and eight hundred. The fat man asked the master in a low voice, "Won't these be creditors?" ”

The golden-eyed eagle sat calmly on the chair, gently turning two walnuts in his hand, he was dressed in a robe, silver hair and long beard, sitting there, showing the style of a grandmaster. When the people in the audience looked at him, they couldn't help but show a little respect, you know, some things can't be pretended.

But when their gaze turned to the fat man, it was immediately replaced by disdain, which was a kind of look at the rich man, and probably in their opinion, this fat man was tall, and it was the blind cat who had met the dead mouse.

Therefore, after the official announced the start of the press conference and was free to ask questions, a reporter took the lead in standing up and asking: "Fat Mr. Gao, you don't mind if I call you that, anyway, that's what the newspapers say." The question I want to ask is, how did you discover the Nazi treasure? ”

The fat man on the stage nodded: "This question, you'd better ask Mr. Monkey Xiaoshuai-"

Of course, everyone present knows very well, because Master Monkey's name is not worse than that of the fat man, so there was a snickering at the scene, and the reporter was angry at the time, taking this as an insult to him.

I only heard the fat man continue: "I went on a wild trip to the Alps with Mr. Monkey Xiaoshuai, and the little monkey was naughty and almost fell into that ice crevice, so I got up to find out what was going on, and I found the treasure in this way, everything is so simple, it was purely luck, and it should be mainly attributed to Mr. Monkey Xiaoshuai." ”

Shit luck -- the reporter could only sit in a daze, because there were so many reporters on the scene, so each person was limited to one question.

The second reporter who stood up asked more sharply: "Mr. Gao, fat man, may I ask what you are going to do with this batch of treasures, whether you keep them for yourself or are you going to send them back to the country to which they belong?" ”

In fact, 90 percent of the reporters present wanted to ask this question, so all of them held their breath for a while, prepared all kinds of recording equipment, and some even clenched the pen in their hands.

The fat man was also prepared, and said twice: "Art has no borders, and these works of art are the wealth of all mankind, so I am ready to send some of them to the museum for exhibition, so that people all over the world can enjoy them." And I happen to have a museum myself, please allow me to make an advertisement first, Badou Museum, welcome friends from all over the world to visit! ”

This guy is really despicable enough - many people at the scene secretly despise it in their hearts: It sounds good, if something goes into your museum, doesn't it go into your private pocket?

The reporter continued to ask: "Mr. Gao, Fat Man, you haven't answered yet, do you want to return these artworks to their country of origin?" ”

The fat man also put away the smile on his face and shook his head seriously: "I am not a philanthropist, and I am not obliged to find my own art for other countries. He is a Chinese, so he only has the responsibility of returning his country's cultural relics. I was going to exchange another part of the Nazi treasure trove for exchange, but only for the cultural relics lost overseas in China. If you are in good faith, please contact Mr. Carr, who will take full responsibility for this matter. ”

With that, he leaned back in his chair, apparently not wanting to explain the reporter's question. And there was a brief silence at the scene, people could not imagine that this fat man Mr. Gao would be so direct, which is equivalent to pushing himself to the opposite side of most European countries at once.

And some are already thinking about it

"Mr. Fat Gao, have you taken into account the feelings of the people of Europe in doing this?" A female reporter stood up and raised her voice, which was a bit of a war rhythm.

Brother Badou shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Back then, when the British and French allied forces and the eight-nation allied forces wantonly plundered Chinese cultural relics, did you experience the feelings of the Chinese?" If I were to ask the British Museum or the Louvre to return all the Chinese artifacts in it, would they agree? We have an old saying in China, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, so I would like to ask you not to make similar requests again! ”

-for-tat, ruthless, this is the strategy formulated by the fat man, if you blindly prevaricate or prevaricate, you will only fall into a more disadvantageous position, and be bitten by the opponent for a while to chase and beat, it is better to tear your face, anyway, this matter can't be good, there is no need to wear a mask to speak.

The female reporter was angry, if she really turned over the old accounts, who would be able to tell the difference between those old sesame seeds and rotten grains?

She really wanted to say: You were backward at that time, and you deserved to be bullied. But the other side will definitely use a mustache to launch a blitzkrieg to sweep Europe to refute, that's certain. In the end, the female reporter could only sit down angrily and say what she would not do to others, blocking the mouths of most of the people present.

Seeing this, the official hurriedly coughed twice and looked at several reporters in the audience, who had arranged them in advance. So, one of them immediately stood up and began to change the subject: "Mr. Fat Man, how are you going to trade art, can you tell us about your plans in this regard?" ”

The fat man simply handed over this question to Jinyandiao and Carl to answer, and those who came together couldn't follow the soy sauce. The golden-eyed eagle said more concisely, and Carl obviously did his homework, and said it meticulously, and the-for-tat atmosphere on the scene was finally somewhat relieved.

The fat man listened attentively, this Carl is really a talent, and some methods and measures are very valuable to implement. Considering this guy's rigid personality, Brother Hato is a little worried about those who come to exchange art in the future.

I thought that the press conference would end smoothly like this, but when Carl's tirade ended, a group of people suddenly rushed into the venue, one of them was emotional, anger and grief were intertwined on their faces, and one of the leaders was a bearded old man who pointed to the fat man on the stage: "You executioner, return my son!" ”

Everyone else began to denounce it, and in their mouths, the fat man Gao turned into an executioner, murderer, and a demon in the blink of an eye, which was even worse than the Nazis.

As soon as the reporters saw this scene, they suddenly came to their senses, clicked the shutter, and faithfully recorded this scene - as reporters, are you afraid of big things?

And those reporters who were deflated just now were full of schadenfreude at the moment, and the shutter was also the happiest. They have already calculated in their hearts: whether it is a black pot or a pot, when the time comes, they will buckle the head of this dead fat man! (To be continued......)