Wendell paused and shook his head, looked at the young man with a blank face, and said, "This is not the case, the dark clouds are about to close, the darkness is about to fall, and the night is death......"

Xia Chenghao listened quietly, still not speaking.

What can he say? The minds of the two are not in the same direction at all.

"There are a lot of talented artists out there, but there are too few people who are willing to take risks and help them become famous." Wendell pointed to the painting that Xia Chenghao looked at just now, sighed and said, "Such a good painting has been hanging here for two days, and no one has ever asked for a price, I bet that it can be auctioned for 100,000 Grands in three years." ”

"Then why don't you buy it?" Xia Chenghao asked lightly, he knew that this painting was not painted by the old man in front of him, there was a feminine taste in the brushwork of this painting, if the painter was not a woman, then it must be a child.

And this Wendell is at best a broker selling paintings.

"This painting is not for sale, the author has another intention, to wake up the world. So she didn't want the painting to be hung at home. Wendell shrugged, a mysterious smile on her face.

"Then she should indeed be famous first, and then what she says will be heard, and her paintings will be studied by countless people, saying a lot of things that even she herself does not understand." Xia Chenghao replied lightly.

Wendell was stunned for a moment after listening to Xia Chenghao's words, and then laughed out loud, so loud that the pedestrians around him turned their heads and quickened their paces at the same time.

Xia Chenghao didn't think his words were funny, and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, sir!" Wendell shouted behind Xia Chenghao.

Xia Chenghao turned around and looked at the old man calmly.

"Just from the desert, right?" Wendell looked at Xia Chenghao and asked. With a sly smile in his eyes.

The young man nodded. There was no look of surprise on his face. There was no indication that he wanted to open his mouth to ask questions, much to Wendell's disappointment.

As a former painter, Wendell had a great sense of observation and eloquence as a successful businessman, but since he first said the conclusion of the conversation, he has begun to combine these two strengths perfectly.

Every time he opened his mouth, he succeeded in getting others to ask questions one after another, until he took the initiative to end the conversation, but today was clearly his first defeat. The young man was completely unmoved.

"Why don't you ask me how I know you're from the desert?" Wendell couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you ask?" Xia Chenghao asked lightly.

"Don't care at all, why would I know you're from the desert?" Wendell was a little angry, so what he said was a little childish.

"That's just simple reasoning." Xia Chenghao shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture, and suddenly saw Zheng Ke'er walking along the air walkway towards here, and the big sea-blue eyes swept over Xia Chenghao and Wendell's bodies, stopping at the painting.

"Simple reasoning!" Wendell was really angry, and someone dared to say this in front of him.

Xia Chenghao sighed, the old man in front of him was really conceited, and lightly tapped a few places on his body, and then tapped the painting again.

Wendell's expression changed. Like a deflated ball, he stopped talking.

Xia Chenghao pointed out the several places he had just observed in complete order. Even the flash of thought in my heart when I saw him staring at the painting did not miss.

"What a simple reasoning." Wendell sighed.

Xia Chenghao turned around and was about to leave, Wendell stopped him again, and the young man looked at the strange old man helplessly.

"Since you're so good." Wendell rolled his eyes and smiled, "Can you guess what I did today?" ”

"Why guess?" Xia Chenghao looked at Wendell coldly.

"How about a hundred Grands if you guess right?" Wendell tentatively held out a finger.

The young man almost cried, and a hundred Grands were completely unattractive to him, so he turned and left.

"How about two hundred?" Wendell exclaimed anxiously, and several people who had been watching the movement of the two began to be excited.

Xia Chenghao didn't look back at all.

"A thousand!" Wendell shouted at Xia Chenghao's back, and there were already three or five people around Wendell eagerly asking if they could give it a try.

"Ten thousand!" Wendell saw that Xia Chenghao had almost reached the end of the corridor and shouted loudly, and then he saw that Xia Chenghao had reached the top of the marble staircase.

"Bastard!" The old man scolded secretly.

Xia Chenghao turned a deaf ear to the bidding behind him, which was the top of the marble staircase, which was spotlessly clean, with a glittering balustrade in front of it, and then a gorgeous and elegant garden.

The large greenhouse, covered with semi-circular transparent glass, has a center of fifty meters high, in which sunlight can shine directly, and palm trees from the western part of the Federation of Mada add to the natural beauty of the artificially untouched marble building.

Under the palm trees stood a group of travelers, as well as suit-clad employees of Aher, who sat around with drinks and sandwiches, eating and talking.

"I seem to know you?" A white-collar man took Wendell's hand and said.

"Wrong." Wendell impatiently shook off the fellow's hand, and held hands as he spoke, and the old man looked at the fellow again, with great boredom in his heart.

"Let me think!" That guy still doesn't give up.

"There's no chance." Wendell pushed aside the crowd and ran towards the other end of the corridor, but Xia Chenghao was gone.

"One hundred thousand!" Wendell shouted hoarsely, he stood in the middle of the stairs and looked down on the handrail, and he didn't see Xia Chenghao at all.

"Deal!" The white-collar workers in the garden raised their heads when they heard this voice and responded, "What do you want?" ”

It's a professional habit, and I don't know what others are shouting at all, but it's just an instinctive reaction when I hear the bid.

"Bastard! A group of neuropaths. Wendell slapped the armrest and walked back to the gallery in a huff, staring at Ning Xiaona's work and secretly angry.

Suddenly, his gaze moved to Zheng Ke'er, who was watching.

The woman folded her hands on her shoulders and tilted her head slightly, looking at the faceless man in the painting, her eyes were solemn, with a strange look on her face, and her golden hair sprinkled on her shoulders like a waterfall, like a beautiful statue.

"Everyone ...... and brings people into the contemplation of fate." Wendell said with a smile as she stood behind Zheng Keer.

This is his advertising slogan, the advertising slogan that sells the paintings.

Zheng Ke'er didn't look back, just slowly spit out a few words: "That's it!" ”

"Miss! You've just come down from Planet Glees' Window, right? Wendell asked courteously.

"Yes." Zheng Ke'er turned her head and smiled slightly, her snow-white neat teeth were exposed under her red lips, her expression was extremely coquettish, and there was a hint of a smile in her eyes. (To be continued.) )