I've told many stories in my life, but I'd say the next one is the most special.

Here's what's special about it: anyone who hears this story can be in danger of their life.

So, I have to remind you that before I tell this story, you can choose whether or not you really want to listen to it. If you choose to listen, you must have the courage to face this danger; And if you feel scared right now, leave immediately, and you will be absolutely safe.

How, did you make your choice?

I'm going to get started.

Shanghai, China, 1999.

A luxurious Alfa Romeo sedan pulled up on a prominent street on the Bund in Shanghai, and the driver quickly got out of the car, walked briskly to the back seat of the car, and opened the door.

The man who stepped out of the sedan was more striking than his name-brand sedan: he was in his thirties, tall, handsome and tough, and he had an extraordinary temperament all over his body.

He looked up, glanced at the sign in front of him, waved at the driver, and walked into the gallery called Montfontaine.

It's a 200-square-metre gallery with tasteful décor and paintings of various sizes hanging on the walls, each with a hefty price tag underneath. But the man held his head high, oblivious to these beautiful and expensive paintings, and went straight to the back of the gallery.

The gallery owner, who was sitting on the couch leisurely reading the newspaper, noticed the man, he squinted at him for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, got up from the couch, and greeted the visitor.

"The presence of the new chairman of the Lin consortium in person really makes the walls of the small shop shine." The owner greets the guests with a smile.

The young man looked at the sixty-year-old man in front of him, nodded politely, and said, "Hello, I'm Lin Wenyuan. ”

"I don't know why Chairman Lin came to my small gallery?"

"You're so polite." Lin Wenyuan looked around the gallery, "You call your gallery a 'little shop', and you are really sorry for the name of Shanghai No. 1 Gallery. I think your gallery's reputation in Shanghai and even in China as a whole is not smaller than that of the Lin Foundation, right? ”

"The chairman has won the award." The gallery owner smiled humbly and said, "How many paintings did you come here to choose?" ”

"Yes."

"How many are you going to buy?"

"Just one piece, in the living room of my new home."

"Why bother to come to the door in person for such a trivial matter as buying a painting?" The boss said, "Why don't you send someone to buy it, or just make a phone call and let us send it over?" ”

Lin Wenyuan opened his mouth and laughed: "You treat me as a vulgar person." How can you buy such an elegant thing as a painting and find someone to replace it? To tell you the truth, I'm also a lover of painting, so of course I'll have to choose for myself. ”

"However, when you came in just now, you didn't even look at these famous paintings hanging on my wall, as if you didn't have any interest in them."

"No, you're mistaken." Lin Wenyuan waved his hand and said, "I know the characteristics of your gallery, the most precious paintings are generally not placed outside. So, I'm here to ask you to recommend the best one for me. ”

"Do you want the best or the most expensive?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"Well, painting this thing is not like furniture, the more expensive the better. Sometimes, just because you like a painting doesn't mean it's worth it; And those expensive paintings, but not everyone will like them. ”

"But I think there's always a reason why famous paintings by world-class artists are so valuable, right?"

The gallery owner blinked: "So, you're trying to buy an expensive painting?" ”

"Frankly, that's it." Lin Wenyuan said, "I like to collect precious paintings, and I also like to appreciate the amazing expressions of my friends when they see these famous paintings." ”

"I see. Well, I think I've got a few pictures here that will please you. ”

"Which painters are they?"

"I think about it, the most expensive paintings...... They are works by Picasso, Miró, Duchamp and Dalí. ”

"How much are these paintings worth?"

"Each one is worth more than 20 million."

"Can I see them?"

"Of course, these paintings are locked in my safe - have you decided you want one of them?"

"These paintings are the most expensive in this gallery?"

"What, are you still too cheap for a painting at this price?"

"I want to buy the most expensive painting."

"Hmm...... The most expensive one is a work by Van Gogh. The boss looked embarrassed, "But I don't want to sell it." ”

"Why?"

"Because this is the last Van Gogh painting in my gallery, it is a work of Van Gogh during the blue period, which can be regarded as the signature of my gallery, so ...... Excuse me. ”

"How much is this painting worth?"

"Thirty-five million."

"It's not too expensive." Lin Wenyuan raised an eyebrow and said.

"It's dollars." The boss emphasized.

Lin Wenyuan opened his mouth slightly, and then smiled: "Great, this is the painting I need, please sell it to me, okay?" ”

The boss touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, Chairman Lin, if you really want this picture so much." ”

"Then let's go see this painting." Lin Wenyuan said with some urgency, "This painting should be the most valuable painting in the whole of Shanghai, right?" ”

But to his surprise, the gallery owner did not speak, he moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, and endured it again.

"How?" Lin Wen looked at him from afar, "Is there any painting that is more expensive than this one?" ”

"No," said the gallery owner, "this one is the most expensive of the average painting." ”

"Paintings in general?" Lin Wenyuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you have any special paintings here?" ”

"Forget it, chairman, just because I didn't say it." The boss tried his best to hide his unnaturalness, "Let's go see that Van Gogh painting." ”

"Wait," Lin Wenyuan's curiosity was aroused, "Is there a rare and treasure-like painting that is more valuable than this Van Gogh painting?" So you're reluctant to take it out? ”

The boss was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, I do have a unique painting here in the world, but its price is probably unacceptable even for a person of your status." ”

"Oh?" Lin Wenyuan became interested, "Tell me, how much is this painting worth?" The boss carefully held out his finger and gestured a number.

"What, you mean, need ......"

The boss nodded.

Lin Wenyuan squinted his eyes at the 60-something gallery owner for a moment and said, "Honestly, even at this price, I can afford it – but I don't understand, why do I have to buy a painting with the money I can buy a private jet?" What is the origin of this painting and how much it is worth? ”

"You mean, who painted this picture?"

"Of course, as far as I know, the masterpieces of the world's most famous painters are simply not worth the figure you just mentioned."

"So, it's not the work of a famous artist." The boss said in a mysterious tone.

"Then I really don't understand, it's not a famous artist's work, why is the price still astronomical?"

"As I said earlier, this is the only painting in the world."

"I think any hand-drawn painting in the world should be unique."

"No, Chairman Lin, you misunderstood me." The boss said, "I said it's unique, not for its pictures; Rather, it means that there is something special about this painting. ”

"Tell me, what's so special about it?" Lin Wenyuan came to be interested.

"I told you, you probably won't believe it."

"Not necessarily." Lin Wenyuan smiled and said, "Although I am not very old, I have seen many strange things. ”

The boss pursed his lips and said, "What's special about this painting is that anyone who looks at it can die." ”

Lin Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, he stared into the eyes of the gallery owner: "Are you kidding me?" ”

"No, chairman, you don't know me." The gallery owner shrugged, "I'm a person who doesn't like to joke – especially when it's in business. ”

Lin Wenyuan buried his head in thought for a while, then raised his head and said: "When I was studying at Columbia University in my early years, I heard some strange things: some painters poured their resentment and dissatisfaction into their works, causing the viewer to suffer a certain curse - but I don't believe these superstitious claims anyway. ”

"No, no, no, chairman." The gallery owner shook his head and said, "You're completely mistaken, it's not like that at all, it has nothing to do with curses or superstitions." ”

"What's going on?"

"Well, how do you say that...... Let me be clearer. If you just look at it, you won't have anything to do with it, but if you know what it's called, you won't live long. ”

Lin Wenyuan looked at the gallery owner with a suspicious look: "How can you want me to believe such strange things?" ”

"Chairman Lin, since you're so interested in this painting, let's do that—" said the gallery owner, "I'll tell you a story about the origin of this painting." ”

In 1960, in an ordinary family in Houston, USA, a brown-haired and blue-eyed boy was born.

The little boy is smart and well-behaved, and he has an aura all over his body. The child's parents loved this gift from God, and they gave him a beautiful name: Dior.

Soon, surprises began to appear frequently around Dior's parents - they were surprised to find that little Dior turned out to be a genius that was rare in a century!

At the age of half a year, Dior can accurately and clearly call out the names of his parents, and even his grandparents; In less than ten months, he was able to run and play on the ground; At the age of one, addition and subtraction within a hundred can no longer stump little Dior. What's even more surprising is that Christian Dior has an incredible talent and comprehension for painting. At the age of four, he was able to pick up an oil brush and create breathtaking paintings that would have left all the painting teachers and even the great painters in the dark. An old painter in his fifties was surprised to see a work created by Dior when he was four and a half years old, and excitedly announced to everyone present, "This child is the greatest genius of painting ever seen!" ”

There is only one thing that makes young parents a little uneasy, and that is another of Dior's hobbies - it is so different.

Children the same age as Dior are always clamoring for their parents to take them to playgrounds, zoos, or toy cities, but these childlike places don't seem to appeal to Dior. There is only one place that Dior likes to go, and whenever his parents are free, he will ask them to take him there-

Christian churches.

The first time Christian Dior went to church with his parents was when he was two years old. Since then, he has asked his parents to take him there almost two or three times a week. At first, Dior's father thought that his son would like to come to church purely for fun. But soon, he discovers that things are not so simple.

Once, after praying, the pastor of the church once again told the people about the life of Jesus Christ, and when he told that Jesus was betrayed by his disciple Judas and finally crucified, Dior's father accidentally glanced at his son, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Tearful, two-year-old Dior, looking sad and pained, sat silent, trying to control his emotions — as if the priest's account evoked some of his memories — and the whole scene left Dior's father dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how a two-year-old could react and resonate so much with these things.

The father touched his son lightly with his hand crutches, pointed to the pastor on the pulpit, and asked, "Dio, can you understand the meaning of the story he is telling?" ”

Dio turned his head slowly and replied with something that surprised his father even more.

With tears on his face, he said, "No, Dad, he said it...... Not a story. ”

Dior's father was stunned for a long time and asked softly, "How do you know what he said...... I mean, by what are you judging? ”

"Dad, I don't want to say it." Dio bowed his head sadly. That day, he didn't speak again.

Later, Dior's parents discovered that whenever their son heard anything about the crucifixion of Jesus, he always had a sad look on his face, which was genuine and sad, and it did not look like a child of a few years old.

Dior's parents were puzzled for a long time. Later, they figured out that Dior was a once-in-a-century genius - geniuses always have something out of the ordinary, and this is not surprising. And, apart from that, everything else is normal at Dior. So, they gradually got used to this different child.

In this way, Dior grew up until he was five years old.

One morning, five-and-a-half-year-old Dior went out shopping with his father to buy something to eat. After buying two bags of food at a nearby supermarket, they prepared to cross another lively street to go home.

As soon as they turned the corner, Dior and his father stopped at the same time. They noticed that hundreds of people had gathered on the street, and they all looked up at the roof of a building, and stretched out their hands to point upwards.

Dio and his father approached the crowd and followed the gaze of the people—the building, about twelve stories high, and at the edge of the top floor stood a woman of about thirty years old, with unkempt hair, looking blankly at the people below. At this time, several police cars appeared in the crowd.

Dior's father understood what was about to happen, he took his son's hand and said, "Dior, let's get out of here." ”

"But, what is that aunt going to do when she is standing in such a dangerous place......

Before Dior could finish asking, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Oh my God! She really jumped off! ”

Before Dio and his father could react, they heard a "bang", and the woman's body fell straight down, just less than five meters away from Dior.

A bloody bright red appeared in front of Dior's eyes, and he remained motionless, as if he was frightened stupidly.

Dior's father screamed, quickly stepped forward to cover his son's eyes, picked him up, quickly jumped into a taxi, and left this terrible place.

When he got home, the father found that his son's expression was still sluggish, he poured a glass of warm water for his son to drink, stroked his head worriedly, and asked, "Is it better?" Dior. ”

There was no reaction on Dio's face, he didn't say a word, his eyes stared straight ahead.

"It's horrible! It's terrible...... "Father sweated profusely," the father muttered, "poor boy...... I was only five years old, and I saw such a terrible scene! ”

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