After divorcing his celebrity wife, he became the richest man in the world

Chapter 445 Martin Nolan
"Everyone, I know that many of you want this painting. Now I will put it up for public auction. If someone can offer a price that satisfies me, whether it is money or something, I can sell it."

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly boiled.

Wu Daozi himself is the master of oriental painting, and his paintings are without exception the best of the best.

Hansies himself is a collector, and he has a special liking for such ink and wash landscape paintings, and immediately wants to raise the number plate in his hand.

Chen Yu quickly pressed his wrist.

"This landscape painting is not worth buying. If you are really interested in this type of painting, you should look at other paintings."

Hansies' face was full of doubts, and even his eyes were a little dull.

"Mr. Chen, so many people say that this painting is genuine, it must be unmistakable, why can't you buy it?"

Chen Yu leaned closer to Han Xisi's ear: "Believe me, this is a fake painting!"

Hansies' eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe his ears.

How could a painting that so many people scrambled for be fake?

At this moment, the scene has long been in chaos, and the price has climbed to more than 30 billion.

A few people kept pushing forward like crazy.

In the end, the painting was bought by a middle-aged man who looked a little thin at a sky-high price of 48 billion.

This guy was sitting in an automatic wheelchair, and there was a weird aura all over his body, as if he had been injected with some kind of potion.

Chen Yu turned his head sideways and observed the other party carefully.

It was found that the muscle structure of his legs was different from that of normal people, and the atrophy was a bit severe.

"Hmph, it's this guy again!" Hanses said with displeasure on his face, "With the backing of the Knights of the Round Table at home, he's here to do his best."

Chen Yu was slightly taken aback: "What did you say? He has something to do with the Knights of the Round Table?"

Hansies nodded: "His name is Marco Nolan. He was born with a disability. He should have died at the age of six, but his family was attached to the Knights of the Round Table, so he got a special potion to help him survive."

Chen Yu immediately understood that this guy was the test drug candidate of the Knights of the Round Table.

But fortunately, the reaction of the medicine in his body was considered successful, which could guarantee his survival to this day, but it could not repair the necrotic muscles.

Judging by his current physical condition, he can only live for two years at most.

Chen Yu now has an almost instinctive dislike for the Knights of the Round Table, but he doesn't want to break his face with them immediately.

Although I don't like Marco Nolan's insolent look, I don't want to be as knowledgeable as him.

"I came on this boat to get the best. No matter how high its value is, as long as it is a treasure in the world, I will keep it in my pocket. It is different from the purpose of your coming here."

With a frivolous look and a sarcastic voice, it seems that in his eyes, everyone on board is just low-level people who came here to pick up leaks.

There was an uproar immediately at the scene, and obvious anger could be seen in everyone's eyes.

Hansies was also very angry. Although he is only a wealthy businessman now, his ancestors are also royal family after all.

Chen Yu squinted his eyes slightly. In his opinion, this guy was just looking for death.

After adjusting his breathing a little, he pushed through the crowd and walked up.

"Mr. Martin, if I'm not mistaken, your painting should be a fake."

Martin Nolan stared at Chen Yu with a look like a fool.

"Where did the neuropathy come from? Do you understand appreciation? This painting is the authentic work of Wu Daozi."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and quite a few people cast their eyes on Chen Yu.

They really couldn't stand Martin Nolan's arrogant attitude. If someone found out that the painting was fake, it would be a breath of anger in their hearts.

"I have to say that the workmanship of this painting is very exquisite, and it should use the most advanced knitting technology in the industry, so it is so difficult to judge!"

While speaking, he had already walked in front of the picture, raised his finger, and pointed to the place where the signature was signed.

"As we all know, the emperors of the East all have posthumous titles, but this posthumous title can only be used after their death! This painting was painted in the third year of Tianbao, and the saint emperor should appear on it, not Emperor Xuanzong!"

Everyone at the scene stepped forward one after another, and sure enough, at the end of the signature, there were words "respect and farewell to Emperor Xuanzong".

Martin Nolan froze there. He still knew about this common sense issue, but this painting was done so realistically. Not to mention him, even his top connoisseurs were deceived.

48 billion to buy such a junk, even if you have money, you will feel pain.

Finally, someone at the scene couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

"Mr. Martin, I thought it was really a treasure? It's just a piece of junk after a long time of trouble."

"The appraiser under you is too careless, he can't even see such details."

……

This group of people simply stood and talked without pain in their backs, and the appraisers under them probably didn't notice such details.

Martin Nolan's breathing became short of breath. He grabbed the painting and tore it into pieces.

"This gentleman is very skilled, do you want to come to me as an appraiser?"

Chen Yu ignored it, walked aside and poured a glass of wine.

The ship itself was specially arranged for the appreciation meeting, and it will take more than 130 days to sail until all the calligraphy and paintings on board are auctioned off.

However, special appreciative ships like this are rarely launched, so the so-called connoisseurs work only for a hundred or so days.

Not to mention whether he would like to work under this guy as a connoisseur, because of his status alone, he couldn't go.

"Let me be your connoisseur, how many heads have you grown?"

The cold voice made Martin Nolan tremble suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Chen Yu drank the wine in his hand, and then spoke a series of extremely strange words.

The people around were confused and thought Chen Yu was talking nonsense, but they didn't expect Martin Nolan to climb out of the wheelchair and kneel on the ground with a plop.

"Are you Chen Yu, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Yu stared at Martin Nolan coldly with a look of disdain for the world.

"I don't care about your disrespect to me just now, but the death penalty is inevitable, and the living penalty is inevitable. You should know what to do."

Martin Nolan took a few breaths and walked directly past, holding a knife high.

This is to cut off his right hand.

Everyone at the scene stared dumbfounded. Martin Nolan, who was arrogant and domineering just now, knelt there obediently like a quail, not even daring to look at Chen Yu.

Anyone with a little brain can think that Chen Yu is definitely not an ordinary person.

(End of this chapter)