Trafford’s Trading Club

“250 million!! ”

“Crazy! There's no such thing! ”

“Don't you know that even by far the highest price in the world, the one in Picasso, can reach over 100 million? And it's only dollars! ”

This is the most expensive auction in the world, directly more than twice the price - something that some people simply can't accept.

For the least part, there is silence, as if in hesitation.

When Edgar was about to scream for the third time, suddenly someone bit his teeth, quite resolutely: “251 million euros! ”

“260 million euros. ”

Yefim used a calm tone that he couldn't even imagine, slowly saying the number that almost crossed his bottom line —— why would he need to spend this enormous fortune? He was supposed to be in the books! But now it's the one who has to bury the ticket!

More importantly, he knew the painting was fake! And even worse... the real one is already in his hands.

“You're tough! I hope you're really a collector! You can't sell it for this price! Don't forget, this thing is invisible!” The man snorted coldly,

But Yefim, who just wants a quick fix, is not going to chew anything on each other, but stands up - Edgar has finished his last sentence: 260 million euros, the third time... Deal!

Yefim felt unexpectedly relieved when he heard the deal.

“Sir, the rule here is to pay first, then pick up the goods.” Edgar slows down: “Of course, don't worry. After all, in front of so many guests, we at the Dickabees don't do reputationally damaging things like black eating. ”

“I hope so.” Yefim snorted coldly, "No cheque, direct electronic bank transfer. ”

He escaped an internet key from his inner pocket.

260 million euros for a fake, well-known product, he must feel crazy!

……

“It's already been posted. ”

Edgar walked up to Yuri and said two words softly.

Yuri nodded at this moment and raised the painting directly to Yefim. He walked up to Yefim and handed it over to Yefim. “Take it. If you drop it, there will be no real second one. ”

“No need to remind me!” Yefim snorted.

But at this point, Yuri suddenly reached out and quickly removed the bat mask from Yefim's face.

“What are you going to do!” Yefim backed off in a hurry.

Yuri just squinted and said, “Nothing, I just wanted to let you know who finally won this heirloom and congratulate you. Congratulations.”

Yuri reached out.

“You…”

Yefim's face suddenly became difficult to see - because he clearly heard the voice of some of the arguments: the guests' arguments!

“Hey, isn't this Yefim? The outbreaker from the Las Padescaya mining area...”

Apparently, among the many guests, someone has recognized his appearance.

Yefim knows, I'm afraid, that today, the entire underground world in Moscow will know that Unknown Girl is in his hands.

But he didn't intend to wreck it right here. He grabbed Yuri's hand with no expression, but he pressed extraordinarily hard and lowered his voice, like a rushing beast: "I've bought the painting, too. What other trick are you going to play? ”

“A trick?” Yuri shook her head and laughed: “There's no trick, I just wanted Mr. Yefim to get you this painting… not something that could just pretend to be FC. ”

“You got balls. ”

Yefimpi smiled without laughing, then mentioned the painting, turned around and looked at his men, biting his teeth: “Let's go! ”

Yefim in one room pushed directly through the door of the room - the rest of the guests felt a strange atmosphere, but if it was a problem between Yefim, the outburst owner of the Las Padescaya mining area, and a madman smuggling arms like the Decabi family, few would be willing to intervene.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have prepared some delicious food and wine, although the painting was bought away...” Yuri smiled. “Let's finish the dance a few days ago, too. ”

……

But in fact, not many people plan on staying… staying may just be trying to get to know the Decabees. After all, having one more friend is much better than having one more stranger.

Society, obvious and dark, is all about connections.

“260 million euros, tsk.” Having seen the entire auction, Vera, at this time tidying up her skirt, it's not too salty to say: “No wonder you don't want this auction to be meaningful for such a heavenly price. ”

If she knew the price would be reached, she wouldn't let anything happen to the auction even if she did... she doesn't have a particularly strong desire for money, but she also admits that money is a good thing and no one would dislike its lack.

Those who verbally say that when money reaches a certain level, money is no longer money, just a simple number, enough to eat enough to wear... so the people who talk are just fooling the people.

Let these people go to the ghetto and suffer. Try? From luxury to indiscretion, they swallow all their words back.

“Is Miss Vera going to stay for the next party?” Boss Lo didn't answer the question, and even skipped such a topic.

“No, I don't like being with guys who pretend to be ghosts.” Vera said softly: “Now that I haven't ruined your auction, why don't I just leave? ”

That's what she said, and that's what she did - just pull Vika away after that.

Before she could feel herself completely out of this person's sight, Vera had a heartbeat, as if watching behind her was a python that could devour people.

Unconsciously, she was soaking wet.

Finally, after walking into the driven car, Vera suddenly covered her heart and gasped like an asthma attack.

“Vera, you...” Vicaton became anxious and hurried to turn a small bottle out of the cockpit in the co-pilot's seat - pouring out some small pills.

“Can't eat too much...” Vera pushed Vika's hand away and endured what appeared in her body, making her suffer immensely, "I just had a few thoughts today... just take a break. Get out of here... before it gets dark... the moon will be round tonight...”

……

……

The basement of the estate… trapped in the basement of Victor and Yergo.

Yergo is trying to figure out how to get himself out of this terrible environment - when the basement door is opened again.

But this time, the person who opened the door didn't bring food… and there was more than one.

They went straight to Victor, untied him, but pressed him together.

Victor frowned and sighed: “Where are you taking me? Besides, do you know what you're doing? You're openly challenging our Moscow police! ”

But as dumb as they are, they're not going to say a word to Victor, they're just crudely pressing him out of this place.

Victor was then taken all the way to the current owner of the estate and pressed hard against one of the long tables.

The person sitting on the other side, cutting the plate, this steak, is Yuri.

“Take it easy, Mr. Police.” Yuri bit a small piece of beef and drank a sip of wine before laughing: “I didn't mean to hurt you. ”

“Really? Detective police for over 48 hours, you're breaking the law.” Victor sneered.

Although he is in a worse situation, he has been brought here - this is the dining table, which represents what happens next, perhaps something that can be resolved through negotiation.

He had to be harder to better grasp the conversation that followed.

“Offense?” Yuri shook his head, with his hands together and a pious face: “Mr. Victor misunderstood, I think I would be a good citizen. As for why? Naturally, the next thing I know, I'm going to give you a clue back to Unknown Girl. ”

“What?” Victor frowned... and suddenly he couldn't figure out what this guy was up to.

Yuri suddenly clapped his hands.

Edgar, the butler standing beside him, gently turned away and turned on the projector in the living room.

“Look, there's something interesting going on here.” Yuri laughed.

Victor was patient, and he looked at what was starting to play on the projector, and first he heard an angry voice.

“What, you want me to take this picture? ”

“That bitch... actually betrayed me! ”

All of a sudden, in a room where many people were wearing masks, it was still the man in the bat mask.

His voice.

“… 250 million euros. Anyone who wants a painting higher than this price, take it! ”

Until the last scene, when the mask of the man in the bat mask was unmasked, it finally revealed its true face, and it was incredibly clear.

“Is this… Yefim?” Victor had to tighten his eyebrows.

He recognized Yefim not only because he was a wealthy businessman, but more importantly because… he was a politician.

“What exactly do you want to do? ”

“I give these to you, and you help me to discredit Yefim, and at the same time you can find the stolen painting of the hereditary, thanks a lot. ”

Victor sneered, "Are you trying to use my hand to help you eradicate Yefim? You think I should join you? I helped you, but I caught one bastard, and I let another bastard show up! ”

“In that case, Mr. Victor, I'm afraid you, even your partner, will have difficulty getting out of the estate...” Yuri said slightly unfortunately: “Oh, by the way, Mr. Victor, do you have a family? Parents, wives and children? ”

Boo--!!

Victor stood up angrily on the table, but was immediately brutally pressed down by the two men behind him.

He had to bite his teeth into the tunnel: “You are an asshole!!! ”

“No...” Yuri shook her head, ghostly: “I'm nothing, just a man who's nothing and turned into a demon...”