Instead of expected rebuttals or threatening words, there were bursts of shrill ridicule.

Feeling the cold tube behind him go away, the white man who had already photographed thirteen "rare works" in a row breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at Anderson on the stage with sympathetic eyes.

This man is going to suffer.

"Serious people", no matter what era is bound to exist, the world needs a balance, there is white must be black, and where the sun does not shine is darkness.

The Four Powers Gang is the largest group of serious people in Heijiang City.

Anderson didn't back down, he stared at the young auctioneer who was the second-in-command of the Four Powers Gang without fear, and warned in a cold tone: "You people from the Four Powers Gang are not allowed to appear in Anderson's auction house in the future!"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!" all the locals of Heijiang City couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A rugged man with tattoos got up from the buyer's box, walked to the edge of the auction table, nodded at the auctioneer, then walked quickly behind Anderson, and slammed the white owner and his wheelchair friend towards the door!

The wheelchair with Anderson went on a rampage like a shot put!

"Man, you don't really understand, do you? If it weren't for our Four Powers Gang, your little auction would have gone out of business a long time ago!" the rugged man smiled and watched Anderson go.

"This guy, do you think it was six years ago? hahahaha!"

As we all know, Heijiang City has been ranked as the most chaotic city in the Jiuxia District in a century.

The white buyer tried to get up and help Anderson, who was in a wheelchair and headed straight for the door, but he looked at the strong men around him and finally dismissed the unrealistic idea.

"Bang!" Anderson slammed into the heavy iron door.

The big man seemed to push at random, but in fact he used a lot of force, so Anderson, who was already thin, rolled on the ground and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

But Anderson didn't give in, and after relieving himself, he crawled to the side of the seat in the auction house and stood up with all his strength.

By this time, most of the members of the Four Powers had left the backstage, and only the white buyer was still sitting in place, not daring to move around without permission.

"Stop!" Anderson roared, but no one paid any attention to him.

Everybody is busy with their own business.

Standing up tremblingly with his hands on his seat, he tilted his head and wiped the blood from his nose with his shoulder, and cried out with tears: "You are insulting art!"

When Quan Tian approached him, he only said that he would rent a space to auction something, and he agreed, until a year ago, the people of the Four Powers Gang found the best auction item.

Those non-bullshit but priceless works of art!

From the initial scrubbing of federal coins to the current robbery, Anderson has only been here a few times during the year, and at the beginning, the people of the Four Powers Gang avoided him, and would choose to arrange some real artwork to show him.

Although those famous paintings of these people who lick blood from the knife edge do not seem to be much better than "Jehovah's Three Dozen White Bone Spirits", they still have to give face to this master.

After all, he used to be Tang Xiaotang's friend.

It is everyone's nature to bully the soft and be afraid of the hard, and it is also the common point of all people to remember to eat or not, Tang Xiaotang has been away for six years, and there is no longer his legend in the rapidly changing Heijiang City.

So now, this bullshit Anderson is not as good as bullshit.

Several members of the Four Powers had enough of his noise, cursed, put down their guns, and ran in Anderson's direction.

"Scream!" a man kicked Anderson in the chest, and the white man slammed into the ground like mud.

"Scrapper, can the auction house go on without us?" Someone grabbed Anderson's long blonde hair, dragged him to the chair, and mercilessly slammed his head into the corners of the chair.

"Bang!" the sound of flesh and metal clashing exploded, and Anderson finally lost his voice.

George sat in front of him panting, he didn't dare to look back at the source of the sound, staring ahead without squinting, cold sweat constantly running down his forehead.

Gonda, the auctioneer, leaned forward and leaned against the table on the auction table, watching everything with interest with his right hand and chin.

"Waste! Why don't you continue? Don't you have backbone? Aren't you quite capable?" Several big men kicked Anderson a few times, and found that the other party was already less in and more out of gas.

Anderson's right cheek was pushed out of the corner of the chair, and sticky blood ran down his cheek, and he lay on the ground without saying a word.

I guess I won't survive.

The people of the Four Powers Gang snorted disdainfully, turned to leave, and the president of the auction house died in his own auction house, isn't it a very reasonable thing?

"Let's go, stop playing. Quan Tian urged, he no longer had the slightest interest in Anderson, this stinky and hard stone, if it weren't for Tang Xiaotang, they wouldn't have to make a move now.

The last member of the Four Powers kicked Anderson and prepared to turn away.

However, a pair of bloody hands clutched his ankles tightly!

"Get out, get out of Anderson's Auction House!" Anderson raised his head and his eyes widened, his bloodstained face terrifying.

The man was startled, then furious, "Damn! you're going to die on your own!" his hand reached to his waist.

Anderson's neck was bruised, blood and tears flowed uncontrollably, and he roared with all his might: "I am a descendant of Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo! My blood is the blood of the Renaissance! You scum......

"Bang!" a gunshot rang out, and the game ended.

"Papapa......" bursts of applause came from the auction table, and Kwon Tian looked at the white buyer George with a smile.

"From this day forward, you are the president of Anderson Auctions!" his tone was unmistakable.

George lowered his head, his fists clenched and left only the pocket.

Tears.

He, too, is an Italian......

In the daytime, a tall figure fell from the sky.

"My hometown! I'm back!" Tang Xiaotang jumped out of the private plane from the depths of the white clouds and landed quickly wearing a glider.

The whirring wind roared in the ears, the loose clothes and pants rattled, and looking down from the white clouds, Heijiang City was really beautiful.

Green farmland is a symbol of poverty.

The black pit is a symbol of poverty.

The occasional countryside in the city is also a symbol of poverty.

All this is incompatible with the era of entertainment for all, and all this is so beautiful in the eyes of the high-minded.

Poverty can only be experienced when those people fall under the white clouds and set foot on that land and are immersed in the scene.

"Bang!" Tang Xiaotang smashed into a paddy field, covered in mud.

The surrounding peasants hurriedly came to visit this visitor.

"Yo, isn't this kid stupid? "Farmers with highly intelligent robots are talking a lot.

"If you fall so high, I think you fell to your death!"

The twenty-year-old lay in the dirt with his eyes closed, his white teeth shining brightly.

Soon, a hovertruck was on the only road on the edge of the farmland.

The two men in black ignored the group of peasants, scooped Tang Xiaotang out of the mud, loaded the car, and drove away.

"Take me to see Anderson, I'm missing that cripple a little. ”