In the oil painting warehouse.
Old Neil seemed to feel Yang Ming's disappointment and helplessness.
He quickly walked to the wall of the warehouse and tried his best to comfort her.
"Yang, don't be too disappointed."
"Actually, we haven't seen all the oil paintings yet. We don't need to rush to a conclusion yet.”
"Maybe this storage unit isn't a studio, but a rich man's oil painting collection room.”
"You know, those Wall Street vampires love to collect these flashy things.”
After saying that.
Old Neil then carefully removed two more oil paintings from the wall and placed them in front of Yang Ming and Old George. He carefully checked the signatures.
In the next second.
When she realized that it was still signed by that unknown person.
In the end, Old Neil shook his head helplessly and sighed.
"Looks like there's no chance, Yang."
"If I'm not wrong, this warehouse might really be a studio used by a rich man to entertain himself.”
"In that case,"
"Yang, I'm afraid you'll have to pay for all the 7,000 dollars you spent on this auction.”
"Because this kind of unknown oil painting can't be sold for much. It's even inferior to machine-made crafts.”
After Old Neil finished speaking.
Before Yang Ming could respond, the treasure hunters standing outside the warehouse had already burst into laughter and started discussing.
"So it really is a worthless oil painting. I was wondering how it could be a work left behind by a great artist when the probability was so small.”
"Shouldn't we thank our eastern friend? If he didn't insist on raising the price, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss.”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, losing seven thousand dollars in three minutes. Who wouldn't feel heartache? But it seems better than that idiot Twain, hahaha.”
"It seems like Lady Luck is not on the Eastern kid's side anymore. He's so amazing now that I thought he was relying on his real talent.”
"Speaking of which, if it weren't for Twain and Young, we would have suffered a loss in the last two warehouses, right? Hahaha."
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It was obvious.
As a treasure hunter who only cared about money, he was a treasure hunter.
To be able to see one's peers suffer losses was a very exciting and happy thing. It was also filled with gloating emotions.
The saying that it was more painful to see their peers making money than to lose money was fully reflected in these warehouse treasure hunters.
However…
Yang Ming didn't care about the discussions and mockery of these treasure hunters.
After all, it would only be a few minutes.
These treasure hunters would become sour dogs with red eyes.
At this moment.
After hearing Old Neil's words.
Yang Ming sighed helplessly and looked around.
"There's nothing we can do about it."
"The last storage unit is the one with the most gambling value. It's normal to encounter such a special situation.”
"I can only watch now."
"Is there anything else in this warehouse that can make up for the loss?”
After saying this.
Yang Ming also slowly bent down and picked up the dust-covered paintbrush on the ground. He spoke rather optimistically.
"It doesn't look that bad."
"This paintbrush in my hand should be able to sell for a few hundred dollars. At least it can be considered to have recovered some of my HP.”
After Yang Ming's demonstration.
Old George and Old Neil also searched left and right, hoping to help Yang Ming recover some of his losses.
In the next moment.
Old George, who was experienced in treasure hunting in the warehouse, instantly noticed that there were three well-sealed frames in a hidden corner.
As an experienced treasure hunter, Old George instantly thought of something.
These three paintings were placed in a corner by the owner of the warehouse. There might be something special about them.
Because…
There were still empty spaces on the walls of the warehouse. There was no need to throw them in the corners.
Thinking of this…
Old George walked to the corner of the warehouse without hesitation. He picked up one of the paintings and began to inspect it.
Without a doubt.
Old George didn't have much hope either. He just felt that he couldn't give up any chance and couldn't miss out on any item.
Yang Ming stood in the middle of the warehouse.
When he saw Old George pick up the picture frame in the corner, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly without revealing his expression.
He could already imagine Old George's shocked expression and the pain and regret of the treasure hunters outside the warehouse.
At this moment.
Old George, who was holding the picture frame in his hand, reached out and gently wiped the dust off the corner of the picture frame, wanting to see who the signature of this painting was.
For these artworks.
What determined the value of the painting was not whether it was beautiful or not, but whether the artist was famous or not.
After wiping the dust.
He glanced at the unique signature.
Old George's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.
He took a deep breath.
Old George rubbed his eyes and looked at the painting in his hand again.
When the round and unique signature that was quite old came into view again, Old George's hands were already trembling uncontrollably.
Immediately after.
Old George did not hesitate at all and quickly picked up the remaining two paintings.
Compared to his previous rudeness.
Old George was very careful and gentle this time, as if he was afraid that the painting would be damaged.
After wiping the corner of the painting clean.
It was Old George's third time seeing that unique signature. His breathing quickened, and his mind instantly turned into mush.
Seeing Old George in this state…
Yang Ming was also laughing in his heart. Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly and quickly asked with concern.
"Old George, what's wrong with you?”
"Is there anything special about those paintings? Aren't they all worthless oil paintings?”
Hearing Yang Ming's concerned question.
Old George took a deep breath and slowly turned his stiff body. His voice was hoarse and excited.
"No, no, this is not a worthless oil painting.”
"These three paintings…These three paintings were actually…It was actually a sketch manuscript of picador!!!”
"Yang, you're rich, you're really rich!!!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
All the treasure hunters outside the warehouse instantly fell into a daze. Their eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
At this moment.
The entire place was silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Because of that sentence
Three sketches of picador!!
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