How much money Uertas was greedy for, Claris certainly didn't know.

She probably guessed: "Originally, Uertas was the commander of the Colombian garrison, and after defecting to Colombia and joining Panama, the wealth in his hands would only increase." In addition to the $250,000 that the United States pays Panama every year, I hear that there are an additional $100,000 that is split between Manuel Amado and Uertas. At first, the 500,000 francs given by the United States for the uprising was not spent...... In the past few years, at least a few hundred thousand francs have to be saved, maybe more. ”

Americans, especially Wall Streeters, feel that Zhao Chuanxin is rich and the new billionaire.

That's already the financial resources of the top families in the United States.

But no one knew that Zhao Chuanxin used the money on various investments, and the last money was left to Nikola Tesla's laboratory.

Before leaving, after all kinds of shopping, and leaving a working fund for the manor, Zhao Chuanxin had little left in his pocket.

Claris was a little desperate just now, but now he was optimistic again: "It would be nice if I could make a fire and dry my clothes." ”

"What's so hard about that?"

Zhao Chuanxin had an extra charcoal stove in his hand.

Claris looked at it suspiciously, not understanding how the charcoal stove came out of nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, poured kerosene and lit the charcoal stove.

"In Panama City, it rained 20 out of 30 days on November and could cause a huge flood that would flood all the houses on both sides of the canal," Claris said. ”

This is actually a legend, which has been around for a long time since the canal was dug.

The legend has intensified, and many residents have moved away from both sides of the canal.

There is another one in later generations, which has made up a lot of legends about the Great Flood of the Panama Canal.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about floods, who cares about the monstrous?

Claires opened the oil-paper bag she had brought with her as she left, and pulled out a crisp skirt and a new set of embroidered long shirts and shorts.

The latter was prepared for Zhao Chuanxin.

The style is loose, but the shoulders are a little narrow.

Claires didn't shy away from Zhao Chuanxin, just turned his back, took off his original skirt, and put on the skirt after wiping his body in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

It's no wonder that Uertas fell in love with Claires, this woman's body is really amazing, and she can be a model in the future.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a critical eye, his eyes were intent, and his face was very serious.

"Is it pretty?" Claris suddenly turned her head and asked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "I haven't seen it, I've been staring at the fire, you look at this fire, it's big and round, I really want to take a picture, I'm afraid of burning my hands." ”

Claris sneered: "How do you know if you don't shoot?" ”

Syllable......

Captain Zhao has never been used to people.

Claris couldn't laugh: You're really shooting.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his face: "Hands are two doors, but I still have more powerful weapons to keep secret." ”

Claris has large eyes and clear eyebrows, which is characteristic of Panamanian women.

She flashed her eyes: "A long time ago, there was only day on this land, people hunted birds, frolicked, fished, very tired and tired, but there was no night and could not rest. So they found the Orb of the Night. But the night was shrouded, and without daylight they could not work. I figured out a way to hide the Orb of the Night under the cave and the rocks, so the night alternated......"

This is the myth and legend that came from Panama during the period when it joined the Colombian Union.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Do you want to explain that people need to reconcile yin and yang?" I'm good at that. ”

"Nope." Claris couldn't help but laugh: "I mean, I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while." ”

“……”

Claris beckoned: "You come here, let's rest together for a while." ”

Zhao Chuanxin said, if you want to do something, just say it, why use rest as an excuse?

I will resist, but it will not be fierce.

Zhao Chuanxin went over and sat down, and Claris sat down side by side with him, leaning against the wall of the passage and closing his eyes.

In less than a minute, the breathing became even and I really fell asleep.

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

This stupid is really a tiger.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin also felt relaxed, listening to the sound of pouring rain outside, and fell asleep not long after.

……

New York, USA.

American Art Society Exhibition.

Hamilton Fish was one of the most acclaimed landscape painters of his time.

Today's art exhibitions include not only American art exhibitions, but also art exhibitions from all over the world.

Artists who want to make a name for themselves have their works on display.

Hamilton Fish naturally can't miss it.

He looked at the paintings on the wall one by one and found it lackluster.

Until you come to a sketch and stop in front of a sketch-like painting.

In this painting, a corner of a woman's large-brimmed hat is revealed, and an arm that is clearly a woman's is revealed.

Slender and beautiful fingers, fingers touch the tulips beside him.

In front of the woman is a sea of flowers, as far as the eye can see.

There is no signing, no marking.

Of course, the exhibition has a name, and the name of this painting is - the person I miss.

Hamilton Fish frowned, then unfolded, frowned, and unfolded.

In general, pencil drawings are somewhat unpolished here.

The front is basically an oil painting.

But this painting made him feel very interesting.

It's just a simple black and white light and shadow performance, but it makes him feel the color.

He could feel the warmth of the sun shining on the flowers, just simple flowers, but the cascading tulips and the landscape layout made Hamilton Fish instinctively feel that the painting gave him an exotic feeling.

This is certainly not the United States, nor China, nor France, nor the United Kingdom.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: it was the Netherlands.

The tulip that the woman touched between her fingers was the clearest, but then it gradually scribbled and painted spontaneously, like a child's graffiti.

However, only in a certain period of art history did the more similar the painting is, the better, and in other times, the quality of the painting is not judged by realism.

Hamilton Fish patted his head: "Wonderful! When painting this painting, the author must have been thinking about someone and couldn't wait to see her, so much so that he gradually lost his patience, a guy who had little patience, but instead gave the painting a soul. Judging from the performance of the painting, it should have been painted by a young man. But judging from the painting skills, it looks like a middle-aged person, which is really strange. ”

At this time, a middle-aged woman next to me who was still charming said: "I am surprised by your words, you painters can really see the author's character from the content. ”

Hamilton Fish looked at the woman and felt something familiar.

He smiled: "Each work, what it wants to express, and everyone's understanding is definitely different. But there are definitely emotions that can resonate. The author of this painting is highly skilled and bold in the layout of the landscape, but I can confirm that he has passed the stage of showing off his skills, wandering freely and spontaneously, and this painting should have been painted by him casually, not deliberately. ”

Some very powerful painters, in the later stage, do not consider the painting skills they have learned, and what they paint depends on their mood, and they doodle with their hands, such as Van Gogh.

Many painters have said that children's paintings are the most beautiful.

The beautiful and extremely temperamental middle-aged woman pointed to the author's name: "Look at who the author is." ”

Hamilton Fish is somewhat short-sighted, but not very predominant.

Most of the works are signed, but this one only says in small print below, that he needs to put on his glasses first.

I took a closer look: "Hiss...... Zhao Chuanxin? Is it that butcher of the Far East? He also knows how to draw? It's incredible. ”

The introduction column reads: Author, Zhao Chuanxin. The owner of the painting, Thomas M. W. Lawson.

"Yes, I'm also surprised, but this is also reasonable, people who underestimate him have suffered a big loss!" The middle-aged woman said with a smile.

"Do you recognize him?"

"I don't recognize it." The middle-aged woman denied it. "However, if you have read the newspaper recently, can you not know Zhao Chuanxin?"

"You have a point."

The middle-aged woman smiled, nodded politely and left.

Hamilton Fish thought this woman was too familiar, and a sense of déjà vu haunted her.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen her from afar at a banquet many years ago.

At that time, she seemed to be by Da Luo's side.

Farker, is the first lady.

There were painters who were familiar with Hamilton Fish and came to join in the fun.

"Hamilton, what's so nice about this, my students are better than him."

Hamilton Fish said, "Look at it again? ”

"Huh? The scenery layout is a bit interesting, but that's all, you can't put it on the table. ”

"Look at the author's name."

"Shhh...... Zhao Chuanxin? The man exclaimed.

He didn't hold back his voice.

Everyone around looked at him in amazement.

If Zhao Chuanxin is here, then it seems dangerous here, but it is not safe at all.

Everyone saw that there were no Chinese at the scene, and everyone was polite, relieved and disgusted at the same time.

The man pointed to the painting aggrievedly and said, "I'm not saying that Zhao Chuanxin is here, I'm saying that there is a painting of Zhao Chuanxin, a painting of the butcher of the Far East, owned by the new upstart Thomas Brown on Wall Street. W. Lawson. ”

The crowd was shocked.

I'm blanching, Zhao Chuanxin's paintings to participate in the art exhibition?

Was it brought by Zhao Chuanxin himself?

At this time, a voice sounded: "Hehe, the nouveau riche you said is here." ”

The painter turned his head in astonishment, and saw Thomas Brown with half a glass of whiskey. W. Lawson looked at him with a smile.

The painter's face changed slightly, three points were the embarrassment of being caught talking badly behind his back, and seven points were Thomas Brown. W. Lawson has a strong relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, and he is afraid of being beaten.

"Well, Mr. Lawson, I'm just talking for a while, please forgive me."

Thomas S. W. Lawson smiled undiminishedly: "It's okay, I'm an upstart, you're right." I ask you, how is this painting? ”

He smiled, but his eyes were fixed on the painter.

For the control of people's hearts, Thomas W. Lawson is good at it, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to write some articles casually in the first place, so he secretly manipulated the market many times.

Under the double pressure, where does the painter dare to say a word?

He praised it vigorously: "Very good, this is the best painting I have seen today, there is no ......"

The painter praises the composition skills, the painting skills, the ideas, and all the angles he can imagine.

It is said that there are few things in heaven, but there is nothing on earth.

The people who come to the art exhibition are not necessarily all artists, but more of them are rich people.

The artist's net worth is to be paid for by these people.

Do they know a six?

Listening to the painter's boastful spittle, I really think this painting is very good.

Thomas S. W. Lawson asked Hamilton Fish again, "What does this gentleman say?" ”

I promise to be more this month, but the top priority is to quit staying up late and change my schedule to continue my life.

(End of chapter)