Soul Painter

Weird, suspected minion humans appeared on the 88th floor of the Empire State Building and appeared in Gao Fan's painting exhibition, which made Gao Fan vigilant.

He had only seen this kind of minion in the form of flames a thousand years ago. It should be the minion form owned by Liu Xiu, the son of living flames. Gao Fan didn't know whether other demon sacrifices or the second generation of gods had the same minions, after all. The attribute and form of flame are quite extensive in various legends.

"If it's really Liu Xiu, then it would be interesting~" Gao Fan pondered, "Is revenge after a thousand years? It is said that apology may not solve the problem..."

Of course, Gao Fan erased Liu Xiu from history. This kind of hatred is even harder to wash away.

"If Liu Xiu's minions can show up in full view, it means that his demonic realm has enveloped the Empire State Building and even New York...Should I hide back to Boston?"

Think about the appearance of Liu Xiu who turned into a meteorite and burned everything a thousand years ago. Gao Fan felt it was necessary, but not now. You have to wait. It may not be Liu Xiu. He was also scared away by a newly exposed minion. It's too embarrassing.

In other words, Gao Fan is also a bit combative.

"You have to stay close to me in the future." Gao Fan exclaimed to Lu Zhi, that is, his'combat power'.

Lu's Pheasant is an unstoppable master.

In the past few days in New York, she has become a little bored, and desperately needs to plunge into the mysterious ocean to ride the wind and waves.

"Dad is with the maid every day, and he doesn't accompany me to play. It's boring," Lu said.

"Aa is not a maid." Gao Fan said, "every day you stay with me, I will lend you the ‘egg’ to play for ten minutes."

"Half an hour!" Lu's eyes lit up.

"Ten minutes at most." Gao Fan did not compromise. It was not because he was reluctant to bear this law, but because he was afraid that Lu's pheasant would cause misfortune and a kitten would be born in the ‘egg’. How could he explain it to the moose?

Seeing that he couldn't touch Gao Fan, Lv's eagerly agreed.

After leaving Lu's pheasant by his side, Gao Fan felt much safer. It was Liu Xiuzhen who came. Lu's pheasant was also the second generation of God, and there was nothing wrong with fighting Liu Xiu.

...

In the next few days.

Gao Fan attended some events in high profile.

Including some banquets hosted by Christie's, as well as private gatherings by the city government and the press. At these events, Lawrence introduced Gao Fan to some ‘buyers’ or ‘potential buyers’.

In fact, the definition of a buyer's market is very broad. It can even be said that as long as it is rich and willing to collect, they are all potential customers of Gaofan.

For example, tonight, at a private reception organized by the Mayor of New York, Gao Fan met the world’s most proficient stock buyer, Buffett, and the most proficient oil seller, the Chief of Dubai. At that time, two of the world’s top richest men were chatting. , And a group of entrepreneurs and artists surrounded them.

Lawrence looked at that circle, quite envious.

With the current status of Lawrence, there is still a long way to go from that circle.

In the capitalist country of Beautiful Country, Buffett, who has a net worth of nearly 100 billion U.S. dollars, is a god.

The chiefs of Dubai hold the lifeblood of the world's resources-oil. Although they are not as wealthy as Buffett, they can set off an economic storm that swept the world.

In front of them, the president of the beautiful country is just a passer-by.

"If it were them, they would be able to afford your painting." Lawrence laughed.

"Then you can't recommend it to them~" Gao Fan said.

"I can't squeeze in," Lawrence whispered.

"Actually, there is no need to squeeze it. I have a dye. If I take it out, they will cry and beg me to sell the painting to them~" Gao Fan said suddenly.

"Really?" Lawrence's eyes lit up. If these real wealthy people can be dealt with, then the entire buyer's market's cold reception of Gao Fan will be immediately dismantled.

"It's true, but the dye is precious, I don't want to paint them." Gao Fan shrugged.

"Then who do you want to paint...No, don't tell me who you want to paint, first tell me, is there anything special about the dye, like "Bostonian"? Is it like "Buddha"?" Lawrence Knowing that Gao Fan has mastered some special skills, these skills are beyond the mundane and unpredictable, Lawrence does not want to know where they come from, just want to know how much they can sell.

"Eternal life." Gao Fan said.

Lawrence shook his head instinctively: "Impossible!"

Hee ~ Gao Fan smiled and looked at Lawrence: "You are right, I'm lying to you."

"Little brother, you are too capable of messing around...what immortality, how is it possible, you are not a god." Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, but was a bit regretful, "If they can live forever, they might be willing to buy half of their net worth, no , 80% is also possible."

"Is immortality really good?" Gao Fan asked Lawrence, "What if the form of immortality is to become a stone? What if the price of immortality is to be tortured like **** fire every day?"

This... Lawrence was speechless when asked by Gao Fan.

At this banquet, Lawrence finally got a chance, handing a business card to the Chief of Dubai, showing that he is the agent of Gao Fan, and inviting the Chief to pay attention to Gao Fan's work.

After the chief took the business card, he gave it to his servant. In his servant's place, there was a stack of business cards about twenty centimeters high. Each one was exquisite and extraordinary. It came from politicians, directors, stars, and of course artists. They.

"I will pay attention to Mr. Gao Fan. I have heard of his reputation." said the chief.

...

"Big brother, it's not easy for you every day." After the dinner, Gao Fan returned to the Hilton Hotel where they lived in the car driven by Lawrence. On the way, Gao Fan sighed.

The private banquet just now should be one of the highest-ranking private banquets in the beautiful country. It is possible to meet top rich men like Buffett, and one of Lawrence's jobs is to recommend his artists to these rich men.

As an artist, Gao Fan said very high-mindedly that this is not for sale and when it is not for sale, Lawrence is like a **** who surrounds the rich.

"Know that it is not easy for me to lower the price of my work." Lawrence said.

"Of course it's impossible~" Gao Fan smiled.

The two were talking and laughing.

Suddenly Gao Fan's cell phone rang.

An ‘unknown call’ is displayed on the screen, and there is also a ‘?’ symbol.

This is a communication number unique to the operator.

Gao Fan didn't know how she did it.

The first is that her number will never be displayed by the communication service provider. In addition, Gao Fan felt that the weird ‘?’ symbol was designed by the operator herself.

After answering the phone, the operator hadn't contacted Gao Fan for a long time.

"Mr. Painter, I regret to inform you that your painting is on display." The operator's voice came over, "Please go and take care of it right away."

Art exhibition?

Something happened?

Why did the operator inform him?

Although Gao Fan didn't understand the cause and effect of this ~www.readwn.com~, the operator did not lie to him. He hurriedly said to Lawrence: "Go to the Empire State Building! It's a painting exhibition!"

The four words "Painting Exhibition Matters" were like a reminder that the car that Lawrence drove made a violent circle on the streets of New York, and then galloped towards the Empire State Building.

At the same time, Gao Fan had called to inform Lu's Pheasant that Lu's Pheasant was in the hotel and she was a little closer to the Empire State Building.

Twenty minutes later, when the Empire State Building could be seen, a flash of fire shocked Gao Fan and Lawrence.

Counting from bottom to top, both of them realized that the flame on the top floor should be burning on the floor of their exhibition.

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