Trafford’s Trading Club

\u003c/script\u003e"Two hundred and fifty million!!"

"Madman! How could it be filmed like this!"

"Don't you know that even the most expensive painting in the world so far is only a Picasso painting that can reach over 100 million? And that's just in US dollars!"

This is more than twice the price of the most expensive auction in the world - some people simply cannot accept this price.

As for a small number of people, they remained silent, as if hesitating.

When Edgar was about to shout for the third time, someone suddenly gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Two hundred and fifty-one million euros!"

"Two hundred and sixty million euros."

Yefim used a calm tone that he could not imagine, and slowly said this figure that almost crossed his bottom line - why did he need to shell out this huge wealth? Originally, he should have entered the account! But now, he has become the one who has to pay the bill!

More importantly, he clearly knew that the painting was fake! What's even worse is... the real one is already in his hands.

"You're cruel! I hope you really use it for collection! You can't sell it at this price! Don't forget that this thing will never see the light of day!" The man snorted coldly,

But Yefim, who only wanted a quick victory, did not intend to talk to the opponent at all, but stood up - Edgar had already finished the last sentence: 260 million euros, the third time... …make a deal!

Hearing the word deal, Yefim was heartbroken, but unexpectedly felt relieved.

"Sir, our rule here is to give money first and then pick up the goods." Edgar said slowly: "Of course, please don't worry. After all, in front of so many guests, our Dekabi family is I won’t do anything that would damage my reputation.”

"I hope." Yefim snorted coldly, "Instead of writing a check, just transfer the money directly via electronic bank."

As he spoke, he escaped from the inner pocket of his clothes and took out a network key.

He felt that he must be crazy to buy a painting that he knew was fake for 260 million euros!

…

"The account has been transferred."

Edgar walked up to Yuri at this time and whispered a few words.

I saw Yuri nodded at this time, directly lifted the painting, walked to Yefim, and handed it into Yefim's hands, "Take it, if it falls, it will There’s no real second picture.”

"You don't need to remind me!" Yefim snorted coldly.

But at this moment, Yuri suddenly reached out and quickly took off the bat mask on Yefim's face.

"What are you going to do!" Yefim was startled and quickly backed away.

Yuri just squinted his eyes and said in a neutral tone: "Nothing, I just want to let all the guests know who finally obtained this heirloom treasure, so that we can congratulate you together. Congratulations."

Saying that, Yuri stretched out his hand.

"you……"

Yefim's face suddenly turned ugly - because he clearly heard some talking voices: the guests' talking voices!

"Hey, isn't this Yefim? The upstart from the Raspadskaya mining area..."

Obviously, among the many guests, someone had already recognized his appearance.

Yefim knew that if he could not survive today, the entire Moscow underground world would know that "The Nameless Girl" was in his possession.

But he didn't intend to attack right here. He grabbed Yuri's palm expressionlessly, but with unusual force and lowered his voice, like an anxious beast: "I have also bought the painting. , what other tricks are you going to play?"

"A trick?" Yuri shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no trick. I just want Mr. Yefim to get this painting...not something that can be done by just pretending to be someone else." f\u0026c.”

"You have the guts."

Yefimpi smiled to himself, then mentioned the painting, turned around and looked at his men, gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go!"

Yefim, who was in the single room, led the people and opened the door of this room directly. Although the other guests felt a strange atmosphere, if this was Yefim, the upstart of the Raspadskaya mining area, Not many people are willing to get involved in the issue with arms-smuggling lunatics like the DeKalb family.

"Everyone, I asked people to prepare some food and wine. Although the painting was bought, but..." Yuri smiled slightly and said: "Let us also finish the dance a few days ago."

…

But in fact, not many people plan to stay... Those who stay may just plan to get acquainted with the Dekabi family. After all, one more friend is far better than one more stranger.

Society, both overt and covert, is all about connections.

"Two hundred and sixty million euros, tsk tsk." Vera, who had seen the entire auction process, was arranging her skirt at this time, and said indifferently: "Such a sky-high price, no wonder you are not willing to let this What’s the point of the auction happening.”

If she knew that this price would be reached, even if it were her, she would not let any accidents happen at the auction... She is not particularly strong on money, but she also admits that money is a good thing and no one will dislike it. Its less.

Those who say verbally that when funds reach a certain level, money is no longer money, it is just a simple number, just enough for food and clothing... People who talk like this are just fooling the people.

Let these people go to the slums and suffer hardship? From luxury to simplicity, they will swallow all their words.

"Does Miss Vera plan to stay for the next banquet?" Boss Luo asked but did not answer, and even skipped such a topic.

"No, I don't like to stay with the guy who is pretending to be a ghost." Vera said calmly: "Now I haven't ruined your auction, so why don't I just leave?"

That's what she said, and she did the same thing - after saying that, she pulled Vika away directly.

But until she felt that she was completely out of this person's sight, Vera had a frightening feeling, as if what she was watching behind her was a python that could devour people.

Before she knew it, she was soaked all over.

Finally, after getting into the driving car, Vera suddenly covered her heart and gasped for air, as if she was having an asthma attack.

"Vera, you..." Vika suddenly became anxious, and quickly took out a small bottle from the storage box on the passenger seat - and poured out some small pills.

"You can't eat too much..." Vera pushed away Vika's hand, trying her best to endure the things that appeared in her body that made her extremely uncomfortable, "I just used my brain a little today... just take a rest. Leave quickly...before it gets dark...the moon will be very full tonight..."

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The basement of the manor...the basement where Victor and Yergo are trapped.

Yergo was thinking hard about how he could get out of this bad environment - at this moment, the basement door was opened again.

But this time, the person who opened the door wasn't bringing food... and there was more than one.

They walked directly to Victor and untied him, but at the same time they also held him down.

Victor frowned and said in a deep voice: "Where are you going to take me? Also, do you know what you are doing? You are blatantly challenging our Moscow police!"

But they were like dumb people, not intending to respond to Victor with a word, but just roughly pressing him away from this place.

As a result, Victor was brought all the way to the current owner of the manor, and was forcefully pushed down to sit at the end of a long table.

The person sitting on the other end, cutting the steak on the plate, was Yuri.

"Relax, Mr. Police." Yuri bit off a small piece of beef, took a sip of wine, and then smiled and said, "I didn't intend to hurt you."

"Really? You are breaking the law by restraining the police for more than forty-eight hours." Victor sneered.

Although his current situation is relatively bad, he was brought here - this is the dining table, which means that what happens next may be something that can be resolved through negotiation.

He had to toughen himself up a bit so that he could better grasp the next conversation.

"Illegal?" Yuri shook his head. He clasped his hands and said with a pious expression: "Mr. Victor misunderstood, I think I will be a good citizen. As for why? Naturally, because, then Come down, I will provide clues to recover "The Unknown Girl"."

"What?" Victor frowned... He suddenly couldn't figure out what this guy's plan was.

Yuri suddenly clapped his hands at this time.

Edgar, the butler who had been standing next to him, turned away lightly and turned on the projector in the living room.

"Look, there are some interesting things here." Yuri smiled.

Victor patiently watched what started playing on the projector. First, he heard an angry voice.

"What? You want me to take a photo of this painting?"

"That bitch...really betrayed me!"

The scene suddenly changed. In a room where many people were wearing masks, there was still the man wearing a bat mask.

his voice.

"...Two hundred and fifty million euros. Whoever wants a painting worth more than this price can take it!"

It was extremely clear until the last scene, when the mask of the man wearing the bat mask was lifted and his true face was finally revealed.

"Is this... Yefim?" Victor couldn't help but frown.

The reason why he recognized Yefim was not just because he was a wealthy businessman, but more importantly...his identity was that of a politician.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I'll give these to you, and you can help me ruin Yefim's reputation. At the same time, you can also recover the stolen paintings that have been passed down from generation to generation. It will be a great achievement."

Victor sneered: "You want to lend me my hand to help you eradicate Yefim? Do you think I should join in the trouble with you? If I help you, I just catch one bastard and let another bastard emerge. That’s all!”

"In that case, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you, Mr. Victor, and even your partner to leave this manor..." Yuri said with a little pity: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Victor, do you have a family? Between your parents Like, wife and children?”

Bang——! !

Victor slapped his hands on the table angrily and stood up suddenly, but was immediately roughly pushed down by the two men behind him.

He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "You are a bastard!!!"

"No..." Yuri shook his head and said quietly: "I am nothing, just a person who has nothing and turned into a devil..."