"What?"

Zhou Wei thought that he had heard it wrong, but soon, he compared the history books he had seen before with the appearance of the gentleman in front of him, and it was seven or eight points similar!

Yes, he had finally found the source of that familiarity in his heart, wasn't this Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who appeared countless times in the history books and was the longest-serving president in the history of the New World, known as Roosevelt Jr.?

Seeing Zhou Yu's reaction, Franklin Roosevelt also felt strange for a while, thinking to himself, could it be that the Oriental man on the other side knew him? But he didn't have the impression that he had met the other party.

He had previously worked for President Wilson, and after the failure of his help to complete the League of Nations, his political career seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, so much so that he temporarily retired from politics and joined the business world, becoming vice chairman of a credit savings company.

Of course, that was a false job, and he himself returned to his old profession as a lawyer, hoping to take the opportunity to join the mall and contribute to the post-war boom country in a different way.

The stunned on Zhou Yu's face flashed for a moment, and he quickly regained his composure, he stretched out his hand to shake the other party, and said in a casual tone: "Fortunately, I don't know what Mr. Franklin does?" ”

"I'm a lawyer and I also run a venture capital firm."

Zhou Yu's heart moved, and he spoke again: "I am also very interested in venture capital, especially several very forward-looking inventions at this stage, I don't know what your commission is, Mr. Franklin?" If I want to hire you. ”

Of course, Zhou Yu didn't think that this big man who was only temporarily frustrated in the political arena would be willing to come to his company to become a lawyer, and he said this to deepen the impression of the other party, and to show that he was not aware of the other identity behind him.

Franklin Roosevelt was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bruce, I have no intention of looking for a job for the time being...... However, if you're interested in venture capital, we can talk a little bit more. ”

"For example, invest in Dada Art?"

Zhou Yu made a joke at the right time.

"Hehehe~ Yes, after listening to Mr. Bruce's introduction, I also want to collect some works here!"

The two were talking and laughing, and Marcel Duchamp had already run back from the work area, still holding something in his arms.

"Long wait, Mr. Bruce, these are my works, they are not accepted by the mainstream art circle, I can give them to you if you like them!"

"Give it to me?"

Zhou Yu was confused by this temperamental artist, and then said with a smile: "Hehe~ Thank you very much for Mr. Duchamp's kindness, but these are very good works of art, and I must set a suitable price for them." ”

Zhou Yu said and opened those canvases and admired them one by one.

There were nineteen paintings in total, many of which he had seen in magazines before, and which he knew would be worth a fortune years later.

"Excuse me, ma'am, how much do you put a price tag for Monsieur Duchamp's work?"

Zhou Yu did not bid blindly, but asked the promoter of the exhibition first.

"Oh, Mr. Duchamp's paintings are now priced at $100 for small pages, $300 for large pages, and $500 to $5,000 for those that have been in magazines."

Zhou Yu recalled the price in this period and found that it was not cheap, and it could even be said to be a little expensive.

It seems that this is Mr. Duchamp's arrogance, but this money is only a small amount for Zhou Yu now, and if you buy it, you can earn it.

"Okay, I won't bargain, as long as Mr. Duchamp is willing to sell it, help me wrap it all up, I want it."

"What...... What? All of them? ”

Zhou Yu's decision not only surprised the gallery owner and Duchamp, but even Franklin Roosevelt was slightly surprised.

You must know that although a single painting is not expensive, there are twenty or thirty pieces of Duchamp's works here just on the surface, not counting those that have not been put on display, even if each piece is calculated according to an average of three hundred dollars, Zhou Yu will cost at least nearly ten thousand dollars.

You must know that it is 1917, and $10,000 in this era is quite valuable, and ordinary people can't even earn that much in ten years.

"Mr. Bruce...... You...... You ......"

Duchamp looked at Zhou Yu with slightly red eyes, but he didn't find the right words for a long time.

The female owner of the gallery was the first to react, as if she was afraid that Zhou Yu would regret it, and answered: "Okay, this gentleman, Mr. Duchamp has 43 large and small paintings and 6 works of art in our place, see how much you like it...... Even if it's $10,000, you see......"

The female owner of the gallery couldn't believe it when she said this number.

However, Zhou Yu seemed to be speechless, and added: "Not only Mr. Duchamp's works, but also this one, this one, and this one's works." ”

Zhou Yu pointed to the works of several other emerging painters in the exhibition hall, as if buying potatoes in a vegetable market, without the slightest hesitation.

“......”

At this moment, the female owner of the gallery was completely silent, and she even had some doubts that this person was here to make trouble.

As if seeing his concern, Zhou Yu snapped his fingers and asked Leswood, who was behind him, to take out a check from his leather bag.

"This is a check from the Morgan Guaranty Trust Company, and I can fill in the appropriate numbers right now."

Seeing the check from the Morgan Guaranty Trust Company, the gallery owner did not suspect it, and his face suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Bruce...... This...... I said that these are given to you, and I will never take money! At least...... At least these won't be collected! ”

Duchamp glanced at the check with a somewhat complicated expression, but still insisted on his original decision.

The smile of the female proprietress of the gallery was a little frozen, but it was not easy to attack, after all, the God of Wealth was in front of her.

"Bruce, you're making it hard for me to do this, I should have said I wanted to collect some of the works here."

Franklin D. Roosevelt said with a smile.

"Huh? Yes, yes, forgive me for getting a little carried away~"

Zhou Yu apologized with a smile and divided all the exhibits of the cutting-edge art exhibition with the future helmsman of the Federation.

The female owner of the gallery, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement, promised to deliver the goods to her door, which saved Zhou Yu the trouble of going back to call a taxi.

"Hehehe~ It's a great shopping."

Before parting, Zhou Yu cautiously did not inquire about the address and contact information of the big man, and he decided to find out from the side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Franklin, and we'll have a chance to talk again."

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Bruce, too...... Goodbye. ”

After Zhou Yu left the gallery and got on the tram home, Leswood finally couldn't hold back his mouth and asked:

"That...... Boss, those works of art...... It's too much, we can't hang it everywhere......"

Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Who told you that you have to hang it when you buy it?" Art is also an investment, and our biggest gain today is not only those works of art, but the gentle gentleman. ”

"The gentleman?"