This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, just as the time was about to reach noon, a sculpture that was not that big was sent to the wrestling ring.

In the translation's introduction, this sculpture comes from an artist named Manolo Shuge. Unfortunately, this name does not belong to either Wei Ran or Suisui, or the Katenka sisters who can barely be considered "scientific background"

Very familiar.

But the bidders around the wrestling ring were enthusiastic enough. In just a few rounds, the price of the sculpture was pushed to an exaggerated high of 120,000 euros.

"150,000 euros"

A bald man in the distance held up a sign casually, shouted out a higher price, and successfully took a photo of the not-so-big sculpture.

“We have one last lot left.”

The translator sitting behind Hans translated in German the introduction of the strong man on the stage, "It is an early oil painting created by Mr. Juan Gris."

"The auction has finally started," Mr. Hans muttered in German, but his tone was full of anticipation.

“Are these people taking money as money?”

Suisui also murmured, she considered herself a rich woman, but she was still reluctant to spend so much money on some works of art, especially the oil painting that was sent to the wrestling ring, which he thought had no highlights.

"What is this painting about?" Wei Ran asked Mr. Hans with a smile.

"This is a portrait of Picasso and Manolo Hugo painted by Juan Gris in Selais in 1913. The sculpture just sold is the work of Manolo Hugo. At that time, he, Picasso and Hugo

Ann Grisdu lived in Serais for a while."

Mr. Hans took advantage of the introduction by the man on the stage and explained with a smile, "Unlike Picasso who has been encouraging Gris, Manolo Hugo and Gris have great differences in painting, and they are almost constantly quarreling.

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But what is commendable is that this oil painting is not only signed by Gris and Picasso, but also signed by Manolo Hugo."

Having said this, Hans raised the sign casually, and then continued, "This oil painting has very high artistic value and investment value."

"So Mr. Hans likes oil painting?" Wei Ran said with a smile.

"I have no interest in these"

Hans held up the sign again casually, "In contrast, if I had the choice, I would rather hang the photo on the wall that you took with our family at the door of the clinic where my parents left us a few years ago.

superior."

"That group photo, as well as the group photo of your parents and their elders, have always been hanging in my library." Wei Ran responded with a smile.

"That is a testimony of friendship. Whether it is for my parents and those World War II soldiers, or for our family and you."

Mr. Hans said and handed the sign in his hand to Diane, and he picked up the cane and said, "Diane, take a photo of the oil painting for me. Victor, how about we go for a walk?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran nodded, stood up with him, took Suisui and Katenka sisters with him, and left the auction house early, slightly rudely.

"Ever since you exposed those photos of the Beirut massacre, some people have been instigating and even threatening some people to cause trouble for you."

Mr. Hans walked slowly and said, "But there are also people who don't want to cause trouble for themselves. After all, many wealthy Jewish businessmen have had various accidents recently."

"Mr. Hans thinks those accidents were caused by me?" Wei Ran asked casually.

“It doesn’t matter who did it”

Mr. Hans looked at the bullfights wandering in the distance under the bright sunshine, "Who cares who did it? What everyone cares about is whether they will have an accident.

Drowning in the bathtub, being suffocated by a woman's stockings wrapped around her neck, or accidentally drinking an entire bottle of bathroom cleaner. Frankly speaking, many of the ways to die are eye-opening to me as a doctor."

"The methods of death you just mentioned are enough to open my eyes as a historian," Wei Ran said pretending to be helpless, "I am just a historian, but some people think that I am a good excuse to kill."

"Today these are for the wartai people to see, and also for the hunters who hunt the wartai people."

Mr. Hans spread his hands and laughed loudly and said, "Like you, I am just an excuse."

"So this is a peace talk?"

"Peace talks? Yes, it is indeed peace talks in a sense, but they only represent themselves."

Hans said, "They have already shown their attitude. If you accept the gift they give you, you also show your attitude. This matter can be brought to an end, at least it has nothing to do with those people."

"I respect history. I respected historical truth before, now and in the future. This is the only thing that will not change."

Wei Ran said seriously, "Besides, I accept the peace talks with those friends. Also, those accidents really have nothing to do with me. I am just a historian studying in Russia.

If I had the ability to kill people in so many incredible ways, those warts would probably have to wait in line for a long time before they are killed by me, even if they go through the VIP channel."

"Let me guess"

Hans said with great interest, "If you had such an ability, would you use it to kill... the recruiters?"

"That's right, every recruiter, regardless of whether he or she is innocent or not." Wei Ran said nonsensically. These words were just to set up a character for himself.

"I didn't even think you were joking."

Hans waved his hand and said with some gloating, "I will help you convey your attitude. Let the troubles caused by the warts be solved by themselves."

"So I'm not their biggest trouble." Wei Ran let his tone contain curiosity that was not hidden.

“We’re all just excuses for trouble.”

Hans didn't seem to intend to keep anyone's secret secret, and said in a mocking tone, "They know better than anyone how much trouble those Zionists have caused themselves."

After saying this, Hans took the initiative to change the subject, "Victor, there is one missing lot in today's auction."

"There is one missing item?" Wei Ran glanced at the other party, while thinking about what this sentence meant.

"That lot already belongs to the organizer of the wrestling ring. Not only is there one less lot in today's auction, but the order is also messed up. The flag appeared too early.

In the original plan, the pistol and harmonica would be put up for auction first, followed by the flag, and finally the items that were not put up for auction.

But as you just saw, the flag, pistol and harmonica were packaged for auction, but another related item was not put up for auction."

When Hans said this, he glanced at the building that was still being auctioned in the distance, "I guess the wrestler might be planning to negotiate some terms with you using the item that didn't come up for auction."

"Can I know what was not sent for photography?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"It was something found with that flag."

Mr. Hans explained, "But I don't know what it is specifically. If the wrestler really wants to talk to you, you might as well ask yourself."

"Then wait a minute," Wei Ran asked casually, "Isn't this wrestler also a wartaker?"

"Mr. Adolf works very hard."

Mr. Hans made an unusually German joke, "So there weren't that many wartzers. I mean, the wrestler wasn't a wartzer."

"Should I say, 'It would be better if Mr. Adolf worked harder'?" Wei Ran asked, spreading his hands, and then the young and old laughed in tacit understanding.

Of course, compared to them, Anfisa, who was responsible for translating for Suisui, hid all the content about the peace talks just now and replaced them with topics related to weather, bullfighting and wrestling.

During the chat between the two, the staff member who was walking at the front and deliberately keeping a distance led them into another building.

Although it was a bit unique to hold an auction this morning, outside the window on the other side of the building, there was a matador playing with an angry bull. This was an unexpected surprise for Suisui, who had always wanted to watch a bullfight.

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After just waiting for a moment, the wrestler who hosted the auction also put on a decent suit and warmly entertained the friends attending the auction who came to this building for lunch.

At the same time as the luncheon, Wei Ran also received a gift from his "friends", a flag with 27 three-pointed stars hanging on the back, an attached pistol and a harmonica with bullet holes, as well as something that he and Suisui took a fancy to.

, and the phoenix crown also bought by a "friend".

No need to guess, these gifts were given to him and Suisui in front of the surrounding guests, which naturally made many guests curious about his identity, and as expected, some people recognized him - this seemed to be Hans

What "friends" want to see.

As the saying goes, reciprocating a favor, while Wei Ran accepted these gifts, he also shook hands or took photos with these businessmen enthusiastically. Especially Rabbi Roitz, who enthusiastically introduced everyone to him.

And Sui Sui.

After lunch amid polite greetings, some guests returned to the building used for wrestling and auctions, while others drove away directly.

According to Diane's introduction, there will also be an auction in the afternoon, but the items are all brought by guests. They need to make an appointment in advance, so they are not eligible to participate.

Although he was unable to participate in the afternoon auction, it was not a pity. The only thing that puzzled Wei Ran was that until he met Mr. Channing, who only bought one rank military ring throughout the morning, the auctioneer

None of the organizers had a chat with him as Mr. Hans expected.

Wei Ran would not wait for the other party to come to him at any price, so he naturally followed Hans and his friends back to the city by car.

"It seems I've thought too much," Hans said slowly on the way back.

"I am very satisfied to receive this flag."

Wei Ran smiled and responded in French, "I'm just aggrieved that Comrade Chaning has to leave empty-handed."

Channing's mentality was calm enough. He waved his hand and said straightforwardly, "The biggest gain for me is getting to know Mr. Hans this time. As for that flag, that is no longer a game that I can participate in."

"Mr. Channing, you can come and sit at my place when you have time."

Mr. Hans extended the invitation, "Some of my friends are also keen on collecting weapons. I believe you will find a common topic."

“I will arrange the trip as soon as possible”

Channing said immediately, and reciprocated the favor by proactively saying, "Victor, since the flag is yours, I will give you the helmet and medal as gifts later."

"Then I'm not welcome."
Chapter completed!