Half a month later, Wang Xu, who had received the first batch of Van Gogh paintings, returned to the real plane, but in the end he still did not tell Xu Jiazhen about Xu Fugui.
When he arrived in the real world, he selected twelve paintings that had never appeared before from more than two hundred paintings by Van Gogh.
These twelve paintings are all genuine and have never been found in reality. It is said that they have been destroyed in the war.
But now, Wang Xu can loudly tell the media that these twelve paintings were not destroyed by the war, but were properly kept, and it is time to see the light of day again.
"Boss, you called me?"
Walking into Wang Xu's office, Walter saw Van Gogh's oil paintings lined up on the wall.
To be honest, most people really can't appreciate Van Gogh's paintings.
In Walter's eyes, these oil paintings were worthless, and he wouldn't even ask for $200 a painting.
Therefore, when Wang Xu asked with a smile whether you would like to spend money to buy these paintings, Walter simply shook his head.
"Walter, give me ten thousand dollars, and I will sell you a painting. What do you think?" Wang Xu said with a smile, without saying who the artist was who created these paintings, but asked with an indifferent expression.
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Walter laughed directly, touched his hair that was damaged by the razor due to chemotherapy, and said: "Boss, do you think I am a fool? These paintings are not worth a hundred dollars. If you pay two hundred dollars, I am crazy!"
"You really don't want it?"
"No, I'm not crazy yet!"
Hearing Walter's affirmative answer, Wang Xu lit a cigar for himself, puffed out smoke and said: "You missed 100 million!"
"What?"
Walter didn't know why, and then he heard Wang Xu introduce: "Let me introduce to you, these paintings are all works by Van Gogh. If you choose one from among them, it will cost more than 50 million US dollars to take it out.
For example, this piece has a Dutch windmill as the background, a fence, a woman, and a dog. I want 100 million, and no one has counter-offered me!"
"Oh God!" Walter was dumbfounded. He hurried over and kept muttering: "Is this a painting by Van Gogh?"
"Yes, there are twelve paintings by Van Gogh. If you put them up for auction in an auction house, they will cost no less than one billion US dollars. The painting you are looking at is worth two hundred million dollars." Wang Xu said this, and
Walter stood side by side and asked: "Do you regret it?"
"A bit..." After knowing that this was a painting by Van Gogh, Walter would be lying if he said he had no regrets.
Wang Xu smiled softly, patted his shoulder, and said: "Take these twelve paintings to the auction house. After they are sold, you don't have to think about one hundred million. I will guarantee you one million."
Big red envelope.”
"Thank you, boss." Walter was not greedy. Hearing the figure of one million US dollars, he immediately laughed with joy.
Wang Xu was a little puzzled, looked at Walter who looked happy, and asked: "Can you still laugh?"
"hey-hey."
Walter smiled and touched his bald head, and replied: "Boss, before I decided to make washing powder, I did some calculations for myself. My family only needs 320,000 US dollars to survive in the years when I leave.
It's going very well. And you gave me two million in settling-in allowance, so that I don't have to worry about anything. I've already earned a lot. So, let alone one million, you just don't give me a penny, so let me make it right now.
Even if you die, I will do it willingly."
"Walter, even if your condition is treated, you can only live for a year at most. If you move me, I will be reluctant to let you die." Wang Xu had a smile on his face, and his words were pun-intended.
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Cancer is a terminal disease, and with current technology, there is no possibility of recovery.
However, Wang Xu really knew how to keep Walter alive.
The crystal core, the wasteland plane, contains huge energy and is enough to change the human body. It is the nemesis of cancer. Because the crystal core transforms the human body, it will kill anything that is not beneficial to the human body itself, and cancer cells are just one of them.
one.
If Walter had used it smoothly, he would really be reluctant to let this guy die.
"Boss, birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. I'm very happy to have met you."
Walter didn't know anything and didn't want to dwell on his condition, so he asked cheerfully: "Boss, I'm going to contact the auction house right away. Besides, my wife will make strawberry pie tonight. Do you have time to try it?"
"Of course, her skills are very good." Wang Xu nodded in agreement and watched Walter leave.
Walter is currently working as an assistant next to Wang Xu, and there is his office outside.
As for Walt's little buddy Jesse, Wang Xu doesn't think much of this person and only arranges some errands for him. He is currently buying a house for him, which is considered a gift from Walt to Jesse.
Dong dong dong...
"Come in."
If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. Just when Wang Xu thinks of Jesse, this guy comes back.
We haven't seen each other for a while, but Jesse is still looking the same, wearing a shirt with skulls printed on his upper body, and jeans and sneakers on his lower body.
As soon as he came in, Jesse ran over, holding a stack of photos in his hand, and said: "Boss, what you asked me to do is done. This is the city of Albuquerque. All the villa buildings for sale are enough."
It took me half a month to get so much."
Wang Xu nodded slightly, took the photos from Jesse's hand, and looked at them one by one.
Jesse is a person who can't sit still. When Wang Xu didn't speak, he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Boss, I saw Walter calling again to talk about the auction house. Is there a new task?"
"The antique business is about to start, but that's not something you should worry about. I have something else for you to do." Wang Xu did not raise his head. It is legal to buy and sell antiques in Europe and the United States. Just leave it to the auction house. It doesn't matter.
Troublesome place.
Wang Xu only needs Walter to keep an eye on him throughout the whole process to avoid unnecessary trouble. Jesse has other plans.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Xu had read all the hundreds of photos, pointed to a white garden-style courtyard, and said: "Go and buy this building, and help me find lawyer Saul and tell him that I want
Pick up someone from China."
"Are you picking someone up, a relative?" Jesse couldn't help but ask when he heard that Wang Xu was about to pick someone up.
Wang Xu glanced at him, his face expressionless, and said: "Jesse, I have told you many times, don't ask me any questions unless I tell you, can't you remember?"
"Oh..." Jesse walked away dejectedly, not daring to retort at all.
Wang Xu looked at the closed door, gently knocked on the table with his right hand, and whispered: "If you are rich and noble, don't forget each other!"
After saying this, Wang Xu stood up, locked the door, and opened his own shuttle door.
A week ago, the option of the fifth plane appeared on the shuttle door, but through observation, he found that there seemed to be something wrong with this plane.
As soon as you catch your eye, on the other side of the portal, there is a row of dark black coffins, with yellow paper charms affixed to them, a bit like the Yizhuang in the zombie movie...