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Pink Chicken 0229 was sold at RMB 3000 million. The collector is from Chiang Mai, Thailand. He is the heir of a Chinese shipbuilding family with a history of 300 years. He is also a well-known art patron in Europe and the Far East. His worth has doubled again.

The news spread from the art circle at the first time. Only 2 minutes after the hammer fell, the pink chicken was once again on the Weibo hot search list. The trick of the diao fan's counterattack really quickly gained a large number of fans. A chicken with bold shapes and grotesque colors In this way, it became a "national art" when the general public was still caught off guard.

The auction hall was full of people, and everyone flocked to Kuangzheng and Mr. Xiao, admiring their courage and congratulating Wanrong Zhenhui on the success. Although these people were spectators, they witnessed the "breaking of the shell" of the pink chicken on the spot and witnessed The birth of a legendary IP, for a long time to come, the fortune circle will talk about this dramatic night.

Kuang Zheng smiled, held every hand that was extended, and gave a brief thank you. In the noisy crowd, he turned around and saw Qin Ku's voice. He looked absently at the pink chicken under the spotlight, and his eyes seemed to be red.

"Boss Qin." Kuang Zheng walked over.

Tan bitterly looked over.

"Congratulations." Kuang Zheng said flatly, like a casual friend.

Tan Kusheng's expression is indescribable. Kuang Zheng still remembers that he said that there is only one thing left in his life, which is to let the world see Lu Ranxia's paintings. Today he did it. The old down jackets cost a few cents a piece The cheap business cards and the hard days of bumping into walls are all worth it.

"Thank you," Tan Kuang said emotionally, "Thank you, Mr. Kuang, I finally..."

Kuang Zheng remained silent, waiting for him to speak.

"Finally," Tan said bitterly, "I don't have to feel so guilty anymore."

Guilt towards Lu Ranxia, ​​self-blame for taking one of his eyes, "Mr. Qin," Kuang Zheng said a little, "I always wanted to tell you that color vision is different from most people, and it is not a disability."

Tan bitterly blinked his eyes slowly.

"On the contrary," Kuang Zheng shook his shoulder, "it's a gift from the Creator to you."

After finishing speaking, he smiled, turned around and walked towards Baochan.

After the auction, Su Jiade prepared a grand celebration reception. In the banquet hall on the third floor of the art center, all 74 lots were sold tonight. This was the first "white glove" (1) auction this spring. The general manager came to the scene in person, opened a bottle of Nebuchadnezzar-grade Ace of Spades champagne, and paid tribute to Mr. Xiao.

Baochan drank a lot and was respected by various people. After all, he was the bidder who was closest to the pink chicken today, and he was sitting next to Mr. Kuang of Wanrong Zhenhui.

"Take it easy." Kuang Zheng handed him a glass of water.

"It's okay." Baochan was really a little drunk, and poured himself into his arms, "I'm happy for you."

Kuang Zheng smiled, he really liked his slightly drunk appearance, if it wasn't for the workplace, he really wanted to push him on the table and bully him: "Go home at night, we..."

"Boss," Timeu Zhao came over with a wine glass and whispered to him, "People from G&S are looking for it."

G&S?Kuang Zheng frowned: "What's the matter with them?"

"It's just a simple chat, in the front lounge."

In today's shoot, Wanrong Zhenhui took advantage of the pink chicken's limelight and the market soared. It doesn't matter whether it is G&S or not: "I hate that guy named Yang."

"It's not Yang," Duan Zhao said, "it's a vice president named Zhang."

Kuangzheng has the impression that the vice president of G&S who was invited and did not come on the day of the Pink Chicken 0305 press conference was surnamed Zhang, "Finally learned how to behave," he buttoned up his suit and wrapped his arms around his waist, "Okay, wait until I come back .”

They went out from the banquet hall, Su Jiade's people led the way, turned two small turns, and came to a quiet lounge, "Mr. Kuang!" The G&S people were very enthusiastic and came to the door to shake hands.

"Mr. Zhang," Kuang Zheng said politely, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The two sat down on the sofa, each with a glass of Burgundy Chardonnay, "Congratulations," the man surnamed Zhang has a dark complexion, as if he just came back from a holiday destination such as the Maldives and the Great Barrier Reef, "Pink Chicken is winning, Wanrong Zhenhui has performed well in the industry."

"Where," Kuang Zheng smiled, "thank you for your success."

There was something in his words, and the surname Zhang understood, but he didn't show it on his face: "We are going together, we should help each other."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, his words seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Mr. Kuang," the person surnamed Zhang clinked glasses with him, "I'm actually looking for you today to discuss cooperation."

Kuang Zheng couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he didn't respond.

"Our little Yang before," said the surnamed Zhang with a cold face, "he was too careless in his words and actions."

Kuang Zheng lowered his eyes and took a sip of his wine.

The person surnamed Zhang stated to him: "I fired it."

opened? G&S has such a big fortune, but it was transferred from one department to another department. Kuangzheng understood: "Wanrong Zhenhui is a small company, and we dare not think about cooperating with G&S."

"Mr. Kuang," the person surnamed Zhang leaned towards him, "Before tonight, it was fine to say that Wanrong Zhenhui was just a branch of Wanrong Group, but after tonight, no one would dare to think so again. "

Kuang Zheng was very steady, not overjoyed.

"Wanrong Zhenhui and G&S," the surname Zhang whispered, "we are equal."

Yes, they are on an equal footing, and because they are on an equal footing, G&S will send a vice president instead of the annoying little manager before.

"Let me tell you the truth," the surname Zhang pretended to be mysterious, "We, G&S, also plan to develop the SWAG market."

S, Silver, silver; W, Wine, red wine; A, Art, artwork; G, Gold, gold, is the current international financial market, in addition to traditional investments such as stocks, bonds, futures, and other alternative investment products that perform better the general term for.

"A work of art," Kuang Zheng chuckled, "We won it at Wanrong Zhenhui."

The one surnamed Zhang did not refute.

"Red wine," Kuang Zheng put down his glass, "We will take it too."

But gold and silver have always been the world of Furong, and G&S can only continue to play its private equity funds.

"No," the person surnamed Zhang also put down his glass, "You didn't take the artwork."

This is the cheese that needs to be straightened. His eyes swept over it, very sharp.

The person surnamed Zhang met his gaze: "You only won the domestic market."

Kuang Zheng's heart trembled. Indeed, with Wanrong Zhenhui's current scale, he had never even thought about the international market.

"Our G&S is doing business all over the world," the surname Zhang raised his cup again, "For example, you want to expand customers in Europe and the United States, or help domestic buyers search for artworks in the global market, warehousing, taxation, transportation These, just point to the auction house, okay?"

Kuang Zheng didn't answer "yes" or "no", but just listened quietly.

"Our G&S has warehouses in duty-free ports such as New York, London, and Singapore, Mr. Kuang," the surname Zhang slowly swayed his glass of wine, "The cooperation method can be discussed, you consider..."

At this time, he had a phone, glanced at the screen, and answered impatiently: "Hello, Mr. Fang."

Kuangzheng was surprised, was it Fang Chengcheng?

The one surnamed Zhang hung up without saying a few words, Kuang Zheng lit a cigarette, and asked nonchalantly, "Who is the boss of Wanqing Pharmaceutical?"

"Well, one unlucky one," the surname Zhang said in a contemptuous tone, "They Wanqing has four APIs, and the CEP certificates of three of them were canceled by the European Medicines Agency this month."

Kuang Zheng was stunned. When Fang Chengcheng bought Wanqing at a high premium of 397.26%, it was these CEP certificates that he valued.

"The three raw materials accounted for 45% of Wanqing's total revenue," said the surname Zhang, "he was abolished."

It's useless, Zhengzheng's former client, the high-ranking Hot Wheels President Fang, since he divorced his wife, his career has been declining all the way, and finally reached the point of exhaustion.

Coming out of the lounge, Kuang Zheng asked Duan Zhao, "Do you know why G&S asked us to discuss cooperation?"

"We can't fight head-on," Duan Zhao adjusted the champagne-colored pocket square on his chest, "Any American-funded private bank has to kneel to us on the land of the mainland!"

Kuang Zheng gave him a smile.

"Why?" Duan Zhao waited for his praise with a look of tugging.

Kuang Zheng nodded at him with his finger: "Too fucking crazy."

Duan Zhao was relieved, and pretended: "Don't you want us to be crazy?"

"Yes," Kuang Zheng hugged the shoulder of the great hero, and patted hard, "Keep going."

The two joked all the way, Duan Zhao went back to the venue, and went to the bathroom. The bathroom next to the banquet hall was a bit crowded. He looked for a secluded place, and when he reached the stairwell, he found a small one. Under the fragrance, mahogany-colored decoration and ambiguous lighting, Baozhan stood there with drunken eyes.

Kuangzheng was stunned, the sandalwood, the small room, and the light made his heart skip a beat: "Why did you come here to hide from drinking?"

Baochan's rouge-colored eyelids moved, as if he didn't recognize him: "Tou Duu Feng."

Kuang Zheng closed the door and laughed at him: "How can there be wind in the broken toilet?"

Baochan leaned on the gold-rimmed red-glazed ceramic washbasin, and looked at him gently and slowly: "Didn't you come?"

Kuangzheng's scalp suddenly went numb: "Are you Baochan?" He walked over and held up his slender chin, "Don't be a fairy, come and suck my energy?"

Baochan smiled, ate, and wrapped his hands around his neck.

"Hey, public restroom," Kuang Zheng glanced at the cubicle inside, "in case someone..."

"I've been here for more than ten minutes," Bao Chan leaned over softly, as tender as a flower, and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "There's not a single person."

Kuang Zheng hugged him tightly, as if to break him.

"Ah..." Baozhan really drank too much, his fingers touched Kuangzheng's strong chest muscles, and seemed to slip by, squeezed his throat, and sang like a little lady, "In the old days, Liang Hong and Meng Guang..."

Kuang Zheng stared at him obsessively, his orb, his crane, his blushing eyelids seemed to have been put on makeup, and his watery eyes contained a tiger and moonlight.

"Currently..." Baochan was half laughing and half panting, with a burning smell of alcohol, "Currently the Goddess will meet King Xiang..."

Kuang Zheng kissed him suddenly, fiercely, in front of the mirror in the public restroom, like grabbing a handful of dew in the hot sun, and like climbing a fairy branch on the edge of a cliff, so cautious and eager.

(1) White Gloves: The highest honor for an auctioneer, which means that all lots are sold in an auction.