The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 76 Auction

A few days later in the evening, in an auction house converted from a high-end club in New York, people came and went with extremely high prices and calm tempers. There were occasional conversations among them, but there was no noise. There was a soothing music playing in the venue. Music, just listening to it, makes me feel very elegant.

Occasionally there are a few yellow-skinned people among the Western European faces attending the meeting, some wearing kimonos, some in suits and ties. Even some people with serious racial discrimination can't make fun of anything to show their stupidity on this occasion. of IQ.

There are apparently wealthy people in the organization, and the pseudonym "Homma" used by Oriumi is the surname of one of them. There is also a private room in such a tall auction. Origen and Amuro almost start the auction. We were seated just a few minutes ago.

The auction at the beginning was just a small fuss, and there was not much spark. Zhi Jing, who was not interested in these things at all, already yawned a few times. He looked back at Amuro, who was very interested, but his ears were red. The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

She called Amuro alone for this operation, and in order to enter a high-end place, Amuro also bought a high-end dress when she came. However, the dress was somewhat elegant when worn on the model, but I didn't expect that Weaving Mirror's measurements were much more three-dimensional than the model's. The dress, which was not visible on the model, looked uneven on Weaving Mirror's body.

That's all. When Amuro was buying clothes, she didn't find that the skirt had a slit from the chest to the waist. But after Orimira put the skirt on her body, the clothes were held up, and some white spots should not appear. The skin was faintly visible under the black skirt. Along the way, the waiter at the door couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It’s all because the model is flat-chested.

Buying this kind of clothes for female friends, Amuro had long since dared not look directly into Ori Kagami's eyes, but Ori Kagami didn't care, gently brushed the curly hair that had fallen off her temples, and pursed her red lips.

With one person blushing and the other chuckling, the private room was very quiet. Weaving Mirror would also take pictures of one or two exquisite antique jewelry. When bidding, they were very generous. A small wealthy businessman could not compete with them, and a large family could not compete with them. He wanted to save the money and invest it in Sunflower, which made her auction very smooth. Many people began to inquire about the identity of the woman in the private box, and speculated that she might be a rich lady from some group with extremely high taste.

In fact, Zhijing just thinks they look good.

Amuro knew about weaving mirrors. She always advocated that everything should be practical. She could really wear those necklaces and earrings that were photographed and left behind by a certain dynasty.

However, compared to the value of displaying them for viewing, wearing them directly seems to be more in line with the essence of these accessories.

The same lots were put on the auction table and sent down again. The enthusiasm at the auction was still high, but as we went to the back, the atmosphere of the auction became more tense. Until about an hour later, the auctioneer banged the hammer and the lights around him Suddenly it got darker.

coming.

Zhi Jing kept looking like he was watching a show, lying lazily on the sofa with a smile on his face.

A painting was delivered to the center of the auction table. The auctioneer spoke passionately about the artistic value of the painting Sunflower. Amuro suddenly said: "The auction house has opened an online channel, and several multinational companies are coming to Sunflower to compete for this painting." Painting is not that easy.”

"I temporarily opened an online auction channel, but I still don't understand the rules. After making this profit, this auction house has come to an end."

Zhi Jing laughed out loud with ease.

"Don't worry, let's take a look."

If it is defined by Van Gogh's "oil paintings of sunflowers in a vase", it is widely believed that there are seven works in total. Six of them have been preserved. Among the 7 preserved sunflower works, three have 6 sunflowers, two have 6 sunflowers, and one has 15 sunflowers.

Van Gogh painted many sunflowers throughout his life, and this one collected in the Amsterdam Museum is the most famous. The bright sunshine of southern France and the flowers are like burning flames. The entire canvas is burned by this flame, expressing the passionate passion for life.

The sunflower that just appeared is one of the 12. Both in tone and composition, it is very similar to one of the original sunflowers, just like a copy. However, an auction house of this level will not ruin its reputation by using fakes. No one will doubt the authenticity of this sunflower that suddenly appeared.

As for the emergence of sunflowers, those consortiums that had not spoken for a long time could not bear their temper. Soon, the price of sunflowers reached hundreds of millions, a price that an ordinary person would not be able to earn back in his lifetime. Ori Kagami looked at Amuro, who had an eager expression on his face, as if he had gone back to the time when they first met five years ago. At that time, Amuro still had the feeling of a passionate young man, and he might still have some impulsiveness in doing things, but Now, he has to take care of more things and act much more calmly.

"Let's join in the fight." Ori Kyōng smiled and said to Amuro: "Anyway, we can't compete with those rich people, so we can just call them as many as we want to enjoy."

The price suddenly went up to 50 million.

"Is it just fun?" Amuro smiled and thought for a moment.

"In that case..."

Amuro made up his mind and stood up proudly——

"One hundred million!"

The auctioneer was suddenly startled and immediately said overjoyed: "The bid for the box is US$100 million!"

Zhi Jing's movements paused slightly, his beautiful peach-like eyes roamed around Amuro's body, and then burst into laughter.

Amuro was also stunned for a moment, turned to look at Ori mirror, and asked, "Is it too much?"

Zhi Jing was leaning on the sofa, supporting the sofa with his right hand, and said with a helpless smile: "You can't lose even if you lose. At least you have a firm grasp on your temperament."

The price doubled all of a sudden, causing an uproar in the house. Everyone was discussing the identity of the person in the box, and one or two big families who were bound to win had the idea of ​​giving up.

"One hundred million..." Amuro felt that he was a little reckless, but the moment he spent the money was really enjoyable.

"Is it fun to scream?" Zhi Jing asked with a smile. Seeing that although Amuro was a little sore, he could not hide his excitement, he said: "It doesn't matter if the increase is less than 50 million. If it is just this price, I will take it." The sunflowers will save you a lot of trouble."

Although she will be nagged by Rum, who pays her salary, for a long time, that person really likes to care about everything.

"This is really a big sum." Amuro only felt ridiculed. Zhi Jing seemed not to feel it, but he hung his life on the tip of a knife and worked. He would not be able to earn this amount in his life, let alone most ordinary people. .

But some people are destined to be different from others, and Amuro has no hatred for the rich.

When the auctioneer saw that no one was bidding again, he prepared to make a final decision and shouted: "Please wait a moment, we are waiting for online bids..."

"No need." An old but powerful voice echoed through the auction hall:

"Three hundred million!"

(End of this chapter)