I, Mr. Zhang, bought all

"Oh? These paintings actually have prices?" Suddenly, Zhang Mengyu noticed that there was a label underneath some of the works. It not only had an introduction to the painting and the artist, but also the price, and almost all of them had a long label behind them. A long string of zeros.

　　"I heard that many paintings were sold at this art exhibition," Lu Yiyao said. "Not all works are from formal organizations or museums, but some private collectors want them. Take advantage of this opportunity to sell your works for a good price."

　　"It sounds very good." Before coming, Wang Ling reminded Zhang Mengyu not to mess around, but Zhang Mengyu had already thrown away his words. As long as he didn't steal or rob, everything was reasonable and legal. What can't be done?

　　Although Zhang Mengyu doesn't know how to appreciate it, these works can easily cost millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Perhaps more than half of the US$100 billion task can be completed today!

　　"Wait a minute, you don't want to buy all these paintings, do you?" Seeing Zhang Menglong's expression, Lu Yiyao seemed to have just realized what Zhang Menglong was going to do.

　　"I suddenly remembered that my nannies, drivers and chefs seemed to be missing a few murals in their rooms, and there were also some missing items in their public toilets."

　　"Zhang Menglong, I found that you are mentally ill!" Lu Yiyao looked at Zhang Menglong and said seriously. If he decorated his room in such a luxurious way, then forget it. It would be reasonable to decorate the toilet more gorgeously.

　　But if you want to hang all the world-famous paintings in the worker's room and toilet, is it possible that you have hemorrhoids in your head? Did he really feel uncomfortable without spending any money?

　　"Yes, I am sick, but I'm not crazy!"

　　"What disease is that?"

　　"Lovesick!" Zhang Mengyu said in a glib tone.

　　"Ha, tui!"

　　…

　　Zhang Mengyu did not suppress his voice. In this extremely crowded venue, the distance between people was very small. Zhang Mengwu could even smell the body odor of a fat woman in front of him. Naturally, the people around him could I heard what Zhang Menglong was saying.

　　This young man actually wants to buy the paintings here?

　　You know, the threshold for this art exhibition is very high. Those messy paintings cannot get into the eyes of the organizer. Moreover, this is not an auction. No one is speculating on the price, so the paintings here are all priced at a fixed price.

　　The cheapest painting is worth more than $500,000! Is this what a young man in his twenties can afford?

　　"Today's young people are not very capable, but they have a very loud tone." The fat woman with body odor and the greasy man next to her said in a sinister manner.

　　"Hehehe, as a kid, it's understandable that he wants to save some face in front of girls."

　　"Yeah, they're just two poor students. If this art exhibition wasn't free, I guess they wouldn't even be able to afford the tickets."

　　Zhang Menglong's ears twitched. They were at such a close distance, and the two people had no intention of communicating in a low voice. How could Zhang Menglong not hear their unabashed ridicule?

　　"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Zhang Hazy's car key suddenly fell to the ground. The Koenigsegg logo shone in the light, and some sharp-eyed people saw it at once.

　　In the past, compared to world-famous sports cars such as Lamborghini and Ferrari, Koenigsegg was not known to everyone. However, after Zhang Mengyu's incident, Koenigsegg's popularity has been opened up a lot.

　　"Holy shit! Koenigsegg's car key?"

　　"What? Koenigsegg?"

　　"real or fake?"

　　In an instant, several eyes were attracted.

　　Zhang Menglong glanced at Lu Yiyao. From her eyes, Zhang Menglong saw that she seemed to be asking himself, "Did you do this on purpose?"

　　"I said this was really an accident, do you believe it?" Zhang Menglong quickly bent down, picked up the car keys and put them into his pocket.

　　"I believe you are a ghost!" Lu Yiyao gave him a big eye roll.

　　Although it was only a short moment, there were already waves of whispers around him.

　　"Is that really a car key? It's not a lighter, right?"

　　"Hahaha, it must be a lighter. I just heard that person bragging about tens of thousands of Picasso paintings in his home."

　　"Don't tell me, this tone is really loud, hahaha. He just said that he would buy all the paintings for sale in this art exhibition. Maybe he is really a big boss who keeps secrets."

　　"Do you think everyone is Zhang Menglong? Hahahaha, if it is him, maybe he really has this ability."

　　Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao wore masks and wore completely different clothes from the previous two days. People who were not familiar with them really couldn't recognize them from their eyes and hairstyle.

　　What's more, is it possible to meet someone like Zhang Menglong by chance? Why would he, a rich man like them, crowd into a crowd to watch an art exhibition like them?

　　"Found it! Here!" Just when everyone thought Zhang Mengyu was a loser who only pretended to be cool in front of girls, there was a sudden commotion a few meters away.

　　"Yes! It's him! He was wearing these clothes just now!"

　　"I had such close contact with him just now. I want to take a photo during my contract period!"

　　"Nima, I really saw a living person. Do you think that if I touch porcelain, will he pay me 100 million in mental damages? Just like Principal Wang did?"

　　"Idiot, don't you know who Zhang Menglong is? His friend's information appeared on the Internet. He almost bought Tencent Baidu. If you dare to touch his stuff, you'll be thrown into the Huangpu River. Fish!"

　　"Damn, am I so cruel?" Zhang Mengyu rolled his eyes, "Hey, I didn't expect that I would be recognized by others despite my good disguise."

　　Originally, I just wanted to take a good look at the exhibition and flirt with Lu Yiyao, but I was actually recognized by a group of fans.

　　"You were so high-profile outside just now, I thought you just wanted to be recognized!"

　　"Hahaha, forget it, you are recognized, so let's be recognized. I won't lose a piece of skin?"

　　Zhang's hazy eyes suddenly turned to the fat woman and the greasy middle-aged man beside her, "By the way, you two, I didn't seem to hear clearly what you just said to me."

　　"I..." Although he is not from the same generation at all, this man is also the owner of a small private company. How could he not have heard of such a big thing that happened yesterday?

　　Zhang Mengyu, this is a person who can easily acquire Weibo and even make several big companies give in in front of the entire network. How can he afford to offend such a person?

　　"Hahaha, I was just saying that Mr. Zhang has really good taste. Not only did he have such achievements at a young age, but he also knows how to appreciate art. It's really commendable." The greasy man suddenly burst into rainbow farts.

　　"It's really boring," Zhang Mengyu was saying that he had no interest in such people and was just a villain who acted according to the circumstances. There was no need to argue with them.

　　"Look, what should we do now? We are surrounded by so many people, let's see how you can escape!" Lu Yiyao said with a smile.

　　"Why are you panicking? As long as I'm not embarrassed, they are the ones who are embarrassed." Zhang Mengyu cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, does anyone know where the contact person of the organizer is? I, Mr. Zhang, bought all these paintings for sale today. Got off."