"Haha, from the perspective of your family, these so-called bald donkeys do not have any good intentions. On the contrary, Allah is obviously much more friendly."
With a shallow smile, Ye Huang finally understood the other party's seemingly meaningless words, but in fact they meant something.
Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, wouldn't it be contrary to the Nicholas family as arms dealers?
If you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, then who will I sell my arms to?
On the contrary, Allah in the Islamic region is obviously more in line with Nicholas's taste on certain issues.
This is also the reason why arms have been slow to sell in countries that believe in bald donkeys, but are extremely popular in countries that believe in Allah.
"Master Ye is a sensible person."
"You're welcome, this is the essence of the matter. It's like a three-year-old child's brain teaser. It tests reaction ability, not IQ."
He smiled faintly and said, "It's getting late, so Ye has to take his leave."
"Master Ye is unwilling to reveal the true nature of his coming here after all?"
"I've been saying this all along, but Mr. Batu always seems to think that Ye has some other unknown purpose."
Ye Huang spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face.
I have been telling the truth, what else do you want me to do?!
"In this case, I'm worrying too much, please!"
With that said, Nicholas Batu no longer bothered.
"Thank you! Mr. Batu, as I said before, if possible, Ye is willing to exchange other items for the blue and white porcelain and paintings in your family's hands."
Nodding, Ye Huang smiled and immediately turned around and entered the car.
The car started and slowly headed towards the manor.
However, when the car reached the gate, it was stopped again. From behind, Nicholas Batu slowly walked over.
"Master Batu, what does this mean?"
In the car, Ye Huang stuck his head out and asked with some confusion.
Tuoba, who was sitting in the passenger seat and had been silent, had half a finger protruding from his sleeve.
"Haha, it's nothing. Since Mr. Ye really wants a few pieces of blue and white porcelain, Batu can't be so stingy. As Mr. Ye said, I have no real conflict with you. Just a few unattractive utensils.
To a friend."
While smiling and talking to Ye Huang, Nicholas Batu waved his hand, and the attendants behind him rushed over carrying several pieces of blue and white porcelain.
In the car, Emperor Ye was a little surprised when he saw this scene and got out of the car immediately.
"Master Batu, this makes Ye a little ashamed. I have some hand-painted paintings by Van Gogh that I just found a few years ago. I will definitely send them to you that day."
"Oh? The original work of Van Gogh?"
Ye Huang's words made not only Nicholas Batu shocked, but also some of the attendants behind him, whose eyes suddenly widened.
In the Western antique world, there are two masters whose works are hard to come by. One is the work of Van Gogh, and the other is the painting of Picasso.
Authentic works by these two people always fetch sky-high prices every time they are discovered, and they are rare to find.
This is especially true for Van Gogh's works. A pair of sunflowers and a starry sky allow people to see their transcendent status in Western art festivals.
At this moment, Ye Huang suddenly said that he would exchange for Van Gogh's paintings. Even Nicolas Bartle was surprised.
"nature!"
Nodding, Emperor Ye smiled endlessly.
"Then Young Master Ye is going to make a big loss this time."
Perhaps because of the other party's approval, Nicholas Batu's mood improved a lot.
He didn't know if Ye Huang had inquired about some of his hobbies. In short, the other party did what he wanted and brought Fan Gao out, which indeed played into his own hands.
Nicholas Bartle doesn't care much about so-called works of art and antiques, and it can even be said that he has no interest at all.
But there is an exception for Van Gogh's works.
It's not that he likes it very much, but because his grandfather is the current patriarch of the Nicholas family.
An immortal who is obsessed with Van Gogh's works!
If Nicholas Bartle wanted to take the position of the family patriarch as soon as possible, all he had to do was to do what he wanted.
"It doesn't matter, you and I can each get what we need. As for the value of the thing itself, we each see it from a different perspective."
"Young Master Ye is so generous! Come here, bring the pair of blue and white porcelain vases in the living room to Mr. Ye."
Nicholas Batu's words directly caused Ye Huang, who had remained calm at first, to tense up slightly. His whole body suddenly became a little nervous. After a while, he returned to normal.
Ye Huang's action naturally did not escape Tuoba in the car, but for ordinary people Nicholas Batu, his perception was obviously not that keen.
Everything still seemed very calm, and several pieces of blue and white porcelain were brought to Emperor Ye one after another.
With a bit of performance and a bit of sincerity, Ye Huang reached out and rubbed his hands on several pieces of blue and white porcelain from the Song and Yuan Dynasties, full of affection.
His mouth was filled with tuts.
Especially when he touched the last pair of Bibo bottles presented to him, Ye Huang's obsession reached its peak and he was filled with admiration.
After some acting, Ye Huang didn't care whether Nicholas Batu saw any clues and took back his hand.
"Master Batu, I will replace these objects with two paintings by Van Gogh and a painting by Cézanne. Do you like it?"
"Master Ye is generous!"
"No, these treasures are not worth mentioning to Mr. Batu, but they are treasures to me in China. Three paintings were exchanged for dozens of artifacts, and I got a big advantage."
"It's nothing. The converted value of these things is actually much less than what Mr. Ye mentioned. Logically speaking, I took advantage."
"Haha, Mr. Batu is too polite. Otherwise, if Mr. Batu is worried, these items will be temporarily stored in your place. After I go back, I can take the paintings and come back to exchange them?"
"No need, I, Batu, can still trust Mr. Ye's character. I believe Mr. Ye cannot ruin his reputation just for a few things."
"That's true, so this time Ye came back with the treasure first?"
"Please!"
"Thank you!" He motioned to everyone to put the preserved utensils that had been packed into boxes into the trunk and on the back seat of the car. Ye Huang finally felt a big stone fall in his heart.
"Master Batu, I, Ye, have taken note of this favor. Although you and I have some small differences, it will not hinder future cooperation. If you need help, just mention it."
"Haha, even if you don't tell me, I will find you."
"So good."
Smiling and nodding, Ye Huang got into the car, started the car, and slowly drove out of the gate of Nicholas Batu's family, heading out of the town.
Behind him, as Ye Huang drove away, the smile on Nicholas Batu's face gradually faded, and finally returned to a serious expression.
