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"It's a great thing that the two of you can make a deal!" Andrew suddenly woke up, and he said, "Why don't you go for a drink?" ”

"Damn it, Andrew, you guy is so hateful, you just leaked my bottom right, didn't you? Don't think I don't know! Flick glared at Andrew, looking a little angry. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

"Hey, I said man, you're so old, why are you so hard-working? Can your body still stand it? Andrew said, looking at the age spots on Flick's face and feeling like he was going to lose his friend.

"Don't think it's okay to divert the topic, I sue you, you owe me today, remember." Frick was a little moved, but he still said stiffly.

"Humph!" Andrew ignored Flick, picked up a glass of wine and clinked glasses with Situ Nan and said, "Good job!" This wine is good, drink more. ”

Andrew said and glanced at Frick, who could only drink milk, a little proud.

Situ Nan smiled and said nothing, it was inconvenient for him to be a junior to insert into the fighting spirit of these two old men.

Frick then showed them his collection of art, including medieval knightly armor and weapons from the European Middle Ages, masterpieces from the Renaissance, gold vessels from the Inca Empire in South America, and porcelain from China.

Seeing Situ Nan's heart, he hated to move them back immediately, and then he remembered that Flick also had an identity, that is, an antique dealer, who buys all kinds of antiques every year, some of which he collects himself, and some of which are sold to others.

Flick's largest collection is still European paintings, which hang on the walls and are everywhere.

He told Stuart that none of the most precious works of art he had in his house in Pittsburgh and that he had placed the real good things in his mansion in New York so that Stuart could have time to visit them.

It was the first time Situ Nan had seen so many paintings, and what surprised him even more was that in an inconspicuous corner, Situ Nan found one of Van Gogh's paintings, "Crows in the Rye Field". This is Van Gogh's last work, so it is very precious.

Situ Nan thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Flick, can you tell me about this painting?" Situ Nan asked, pointing to the painting on the wall.

"This one? Let me see! Frick had just shown off a lot of the treasures in his collection, but after looking at it, he didn't think he was impressed by the "Crow in the Rye" in front of him, and to be honest, he didn't know why one of these words was placed in the corner. Who knows? Every year, he buys a large number of paintings, some of which are famous and some that others recommend, and he also takes them back without spending a few dollars.

"I hate this painting, I don't feel comfortable seeing crows!" Andrew said.

"yes, I don't like it either!" Frick chimed in. Just now Andrew's words said that his heart went.

"Who painted it, it's so tasteless!" Andrew said again.

"Vincent van Gogh." Situ Nan replied.

"Vincent van Gogh? I haven't heard of it, this guy must not be famous, I dare to read. Andrew made no secret of his disgust. In his opinion, anyone who can draw crows is a bit abnormal. He was right.

"What? Do you like it? Frick said with a wry smile. After listening to Andrew's assessment, Flick was determined to deal with the painting. He still has a lot of such paintings!

"$10,000 sold to you!" Frick casually said that he didn't know why he had quoted such a high price, and that he probably didn't buy the painting for more than a thousand dollars. Now that he suddenly quoted such a high price, it is estimated that he is a little unhappy with Situ Nan's coal mine explosion just now.

"Good!" Situ Nan said. I thought, I found a treasure again!

"Are you sure?" Frick said in surprise that it was just a joke just now, but it was taken seriously by Situ Nan.

"Yes." Situ Nan said steadily.

"Okay!" Frick shrugged, a little helpless, but still happy.

A broken painting costs $10,000?

Andrew shook his head and was silent, feeling that Situ Nan had suffered a loss, and looking at Situ Nan's eyes was like looking at a wronged man.

Frick was very welcoming, and after visiting his collection, he left Situ Nan for dinner.

"How long will you stay this time? Ready to return to Pittsburgh? Andrew asked.

He has rarely seen Frick over the years, Flick is old, not in good health, can not move around casually, and he has a lot of things to do, so he can only occasionally talk on the phone to hear the voice of an old friend.

"No! I'm used to life in New York and don't want to go back here. Frick shook his head and said, indeed, Pittsburgh is the place where his career is brilliant, but it is also his sadness, he would rather go to New York or New Jersey, build an art museum, and then spend the rest of his life with a pile of art in his collection.

"This is the last time I'm back in Pittsburgh, and I'll be moving all this stuff to New York in a few days, so you can see me when you have time." Frick said with some reluctance.

"Huh? Oh..." Andrew looked at Frick's decrepit appearance, as if there was some faint dead air surrounding Frick. Although Flick said it lightly, Andrew had a vague sense that this parting might be a farewell.

Incidentally, Flick also sold Guben Energy and then transferred his 10% stake in Peabody Energy to the Mellon family.

On the way back to the car, Andrew was a little sullen. Situ Nan didn't say anything, Andrew gave him help these days, and Situ Nan remembered every bit of it.

Without him, this time the matter of Guben Energy was not so smooth.

Situan's trip to Pittsburgh was very rewarding, not only did he get Kodak by accident, but also Guben Energy, and the gunpowder factory he built in cooperation with the Mellon family was also a lucrative investment.

Although he spent a lot of money and exceeded Situ Nan's expectations, he knew in his heart that he had made a lot of money, and these were inseparable from Andrew, who was sitting next to him.

After arriving home, Situ Nan rarely didn't fight with Laura's sideburns, but asked Laura to accompany Andrew.

The outdoors were restricted in the big winter, and Andrew wasn't a person who liked to be lively, so it didn't take long for Laura to come out.

"Didn't you go with your dad?" Situ Nan asked. He hugged Laura and smelled Laura's faint scent of tobacco, the smell of a real Havana cigar.

"Andrew said that he wanted to be alone, and I came out, and I wanted to accompany you. You're leaving, aren't you? Laura's eyes were a little reluctant.

"How do you know?" Situ Nan asked.

Andrew said. He said you're going to Detroit, but I can't help you! Laura said. Her tender appearance made Situ Nan a little uncomfortable.

"I ······" Situ Nan wanted to say something, but the words reached his throat and were blocked.

Is there another time to endure the pain of separation? Situ Nan asked himself.

It is impossible for a man to stay in one place for too long, especially a man like Situ Nan, who is aggressive and enterprising, has a lot of things, as if he is rushing to the scene, trying to step on the frequency of social development at the node of history to strengthen his strength.

So it is destined not to stop her pace for the sake of a woman, unless Laura can follow Situ Nan, otherwise the two will be separated for a while.

Fortunately, Situ Nan comforted Laura in time, saying that it would not be too long to go to Detroit this time, and he would go back to Pittsburgh to see her after the matter was done.

Lingering overnight.

Laura turned the pain of parting into enthusiasm, like a fire that almost swallowed Situ Nan's body and soul, but fortunately, he withstood the test and did not flash his waist.

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