Chapter 119: Woman in Black Dress at Auction
As night falls, the lights outside the Sotheby's auction house in New York are brightly lit, with crowds of people and luxury cars.
Each car parked gracefully under the guidance of the waiter, and everyone who got off the car was a member of New York's wealthy class and upper class society.
At this moment, a dazzling red lightning suddenly cut through the crowd, and a burgundy supercar roared past.
The passing air flow lifted up the skirts of many ladies, causing a series of undulating screams.
Immediately afterwards, under the surprised gazes of many passers-by, this burgundy supercar drifted into the parking space at an incredible angle.
"How many times have I told you to keep a low profile when there are many people!"
In the driver's seat, Lange looked at the big innocent eyes on the dashboard, and said half helplessly and half jokingly, "Do you know how many speeding and dangerous driving tickets I have to pay every month because of you?"
"And this is a hotel. You don't need to park your own car. The waiter will come and help you park."
But McQueen seemed to turn a deaf ear to Lango's complaints. His eyes had already been deeply attracted by the dazzling array of luxury cars around him.
Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Aston Martin, Maybach
He only felt his head heat up. There were so many ladies and rich ladies in a small parking lot.
Lange helplessly flicked the direction sign twice, then carefully arranged his custom-made suit, then posed and got out of the car.
Speaking of which clothes to wear, Lango doesn't have any special requirements. Except for some special occasions, under normal circumstances, he still likes to wear a shirt and a jacket. At least it makes him look like a tough guy who is not easy to mess with. Not the son of a wealthy family.
But tonight is that special occasion that calls for a suit.
At the Sotheby's New York auction, almost all of the people present were upper-class wealthy people whom Lange didn't like to interact with in the past, but the curator's insistence forced him to come.
He wanted to introduce himself to some of the rich and famous people in New York, who would be of great help to his future position as curator.
Because of this, Lange also found someone to customize a suit, which cost a total of 20,000 US dollars.
However, the tailor who made the suits boasted that in the place where he used to work, there was no handmade suit that cost less than 50,000 yuan, so he was still getting a bargain.
"Rango——"
As soon as he stepped into the hotel lobby, Lango heard the call from Director McPhee. He was wearing a crisp suit and holding a gentleman's cane. He was talking to several equally well-dressed men and women, obviously waiting for him.
"What you did just now was a bit out of line. I see that many people have already complained to the manager about someone racing." The curator came over and said with a smile on his face.
Lango smiled easily and joked: "McQueen's license plate can be changed automatically. It is impossible for them to find it. And it was so fast just now. I don't think they can see the license plate number clearly."
Hearing this, the curator was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Remember to curb your street style as much as possible. These guys tonight are more eccentric than the last."
"What? Are there still racists?"
"Of course, and they not only discriminate against race, but also against the poor. But don't worry, what we want to see is not those squid guys."
Under the guidance of the curator, Lango walked to a sofa in the hall. At this time, several people were already sitting here.
The curator proudly introduced to everyone as if introducing a treasure he had collected: "Everyone, this is the future curator of the museum that I highly recommend, Lange. Not only does he have outstanding abilities, but his image is also impeccable, and don't you think so?" Did you find that this guy looks exactly like me when I was young?"
"Hahaha"
Everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and an old man in a wheelchair complained speechlessly: "Why are you already drunk before the party starts? I remember that when you were young, you were just a loser with a short stature."
"Really, but at least I can walk and jump now, not paralyzed in a wheelchair like you, Philip."
"Damn it, if I can stand up one day, the first thing I will definitely do is punch you in the butt!"
"Hahaha"
The curator and the old man in the wheelchair were joking with each other. It could be seen that the two of them had a very good relationship. Otherwise, they would not have been able to make jokes about each other's flaws in public.
"Rango, come here and meet this guy."
The curator put Lango on his back and pointed at the old man in the wheelchair and introduced: "This guy's name is Philippe. He is the vice chairman of the museum board and a French art tycoon. Like Jones and I, we both love adventure. But then there was a skydiving accident.”
Lango nodded slightly, then took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Philip."
Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, Phillip's eyes were a little sad, but he still tried to smile: "Don't mind young man, I can only move my mouth now."
After hearing this, Lange immediately wanted to say a few Hawking jokes to ease the embarrassment, but when he thought that he had just met, he immediately resisted the desire to tease, smiled and greeted the other three before looking at the other three.
Looking at these three faces, Lange couldn't help but his eyes changed slightly. Each of these three people looked more familiar than the last. The first is a middle-aged man with a slight build and wearing glasses.
"This is Stan, and he is also one of the directors of the museum." The curator then whispered: "At the same time, he is also a real estate developer who will face retribution sooner or later."
"Hey, McPhee, you know I can hear you very clearly, right?" The man named Stan immediately spread his hands and asked speechlessly.
"I just want you guys to hear it. Also, I have transferred the land you want. Don't forget to vote for me Lango when the time comes!"
The curator seemed to despise this man and spoke bluntly.
Stan, who was slapped in the face, didn't seem to care at all, and still shook hands with Lango with a smile.
Then there was a woman who never took his eyes off Rango once he came in.
"This is Catherine, a best-selling author, a pioneer in the New York feminist movement, and of course a trustee of the museum."
Following the introduction, Lango's eyes naturally fell on the woman on the sofa wearing a tight evening gown with a bold slit.
This woman named Catherine had permed golden curly hair and was very beautiful. She was holding a cigarette and looked at him with her red lips slightly twitching: "McPhee has a good taste, but I think compared to the museum curator, Your looks are more suitable for being a movie star."
Before she finished speaking, she made an inadvertent movement, spreading her legs slightly and then quickly crossing them, unintentionally revealing a trace of undue amorous feelings.
Upon seeing this, the curator and others immediately looked away with a somewhat embarrassed expression. Only Lange took a careful glance without fear.
Oh my god, I'm not wearing any!
Looking at Catherine's familiar face and her undisguised teasing and desire, Lango couldn't help but feel the urge to give this woman a hard lesson with a stick.
(From the movie "Basic Instinct", played by Sharon Stone)
Just when the atmosphere was about to become more subtle, the curator introduced the next person to Rango, "This is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. , an expert in criminal psychology and psychiatry, came here specially from Los Angeles this time.”
Lange looked at this man in his forties, well-dressed and with deep eyes. He pursed his lips and politely extended his hand to say hello.
Hannibal glanced at Rango curiously, and then asked tentatively: "Have we known each other before? Why did you seem a little surprised when you saw me?"
After hearing this, Lango smiled and said casually: "I just didn't expect that, Doctor, you would come from Los Angeles specifically for me."
Hannibal smiled and shook his head slightly after hearing this, "Although I am one of the directors of the museum, I am not very interested in the personnel changes in the museum. This auction is my main goal, especially the classical set. Palace tableware, I’m going to take a picture of it.”
As he spoke, he tightened his hand slightly and sincerely invited: "I will stay in New York for a long time this time. If you have time, you are welcome to come to my home. I hope you are not a vegetarian."
Lange did not refuse and promised with a smile: "If I have the chance, I will."
After some pleasantries, Lange took a glass of tequila from the waiter, took a sip, and secretly sighed at the people he met tonight.
I didn’t expect that I could even see the young Hannibal!
Looking at this guy chatting and laughing with the curator and the others, Lange swung his wine glass in amusement. It is estimated that the curator and the others would never have thought that this extremely gentleman man in front of them could actually be a cannibal.
Lango stood beside them for a while, ostensibly listening attentively to some of their opinions on New York's municipal government, nodding from time to time pretending to agree, but in fact, the corner of his eye had already drifted to Catherine.
And this woman seemed to enjoy the aggressive gaze cast by the other party. She would twist her legs from time to time and look at Lango with roving eyes.
Any high-society socialite looks no different from a cousin from Queens!
"Lange, take a look at this auction roster. Is there anything you want?" The curator did not ignore Lange. He handed a roster to him and joked: "Your kid is worth tens of millions now. It’s time to buy some good things to decorate your home.”
Lango smiled and shook his head in refusal. Any of the collections he put in the "Murder House" would make ordinary people stunned.
However, when he flipped through the roster and a familiar-looking oil painting came into view, he couldn't help but cast a doubtful look at the curator: "This painting?"
Seeing this, the curator smiled and explained: "Yes, this is a painting you gave to Jones before, but you are really bad. The radiation level of every collection seriously exceeds the standard, except for this painting." Slightly lower and successfully passed inspection at the auction.”
After hearing this, Lange was not embarrassed, but a little regretful. If he knew that this painting could be auctioned, he would not have packaged it and sold it so cheaply.
The auction started in less than ten minutes at this time. Lange glanced at the hall. It is worth mentioning that there were many familiar faces among them, probably some plot characters.
At this moment, a woman in a black dress walked into the hall. Her appearance made Lango frown slightly.
The blue lines on the palm of her hand were heating up slightly, this woman turned out to be an extraordinary creature.
Stan is from the movie "The Untouchables" and Philip is from the movie "The Untouchables"
(End of this chapter)