I Am a Nobleman in England

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"Lot 05, "Palace Dario", oil on canvas, 56.2x66.5cm. Painted by Claude Monet in Venice in 1908..."

At Christie's Impressionist and Modern Art Evening Sale in New York, Arthur, in a black haute couture suit and black velvet tie, smiled softly and held a glass of amber champagne, among other well-dressed attire The "gentlemen and ladies" of the American upper class sat at the scattered round tables in the venue, watched the auctioneer on the stage, and introduced the details of the auction items on the big screen.

"The starting price is $2 million..."

As the auctioneer revealed the starting price, the celebrities in front of the round tables in the venue were all discussing in low voices, and more people looked curiously at the guests who had already started raising their placards to join in the bidding.

Looking at the paintings on the big screen, Arthur picked up the white round number plate marked with 18 on the table and slightly raised it, with a calm and calm smile on his face from beginning to end.

"3 million, 3 million... This gentleman bid 3 million, is there any more? 3.1 million, 3.2 million..."

Regarding the soaring quotations again, Arthur just smiled indifferently. He didn't pay any attention to those curious and probing eyes looking at him around him, and he didn't frequently raise placards to bid with others. When the quotation reached 3.9 million, the scene returned again. The auctioneer's questioning voice sounded.

Arthur smiled and raised his sign again.

"4 million, Mr. No. 18 bid 4 million..."

At this time, there were more searching eyes looking at Arthur, but Arthur still maintained an elegant smile.

"... 4 million, is there a price increase? 4 million... the last time..."

"Snapped!"

drop hammer.

"Mr. No. 18, "Palace Dario" shot at 4 million..."

Hearing the hammer dropped by the auctioneer, Arthur smiled and nodded slightly to his guests. After seeing Arthur, many guests were also stunned, and also smiled and nodded to Arthur.

Now Arthur is definitely the hottest celebrity in New York, and even in the United States,

And during this time, it was because Arthur continued to spend a lot of money to buy artworks at various auctions, charity auction receptions, and art exhibitions, which made him even more famous in the upper class of New York. noise.

. . . . . .

"Mr. 18 bid 25 million... Is there any more? 25 million... the last time... Bang! Congratulations to Mr. 18, who bought Vincent van Gogh at a price of 25 million "The Tree in the Sanatorium Garden"..."

"Wow—"

"Papa papa—"

The applause sounded, and Arthur stood up with a very bright smile. Under the attention of all the guests, he bowed very gracefully and thanked everyone for their congratulations.

After the auction ended, Arthur left the hotel where the auction was held under the escort of the bodyguards, and sat in the car. Arthur couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. In the past two days, he had spent almost 70 million dollars on art. In terms of products, I have to say that spending money is really addictive, and it is really enjoyable!

However, the money spent is also worth the money. Most of the works of art he bought are famous artists whose names he has heard of, and their works will only become more and more valuable as time goes by. You know, art is the greatest source of wealth. Well concentrated.

These ancient and modern works of art not only condense wealth, but also appreciate in value. They are not only spiritual wealth, but also cultural wealth, and the best long-term wealth of the family!

Moreover, with his generous spending of money, he has become a man of the day in New York. Many art exhibitions have sent invitations to him, and many rich and famous Americans want to get acquainted and entertain him.

It's just that Arthur didn't accept these invitations casually. He knew that he used money to open the door of New York's high society, but how to enter the door required a suitable opportunity and a guide.

"What's the itinerary tomorrow?"

Leaning on the car seat, Arthur closed his eyes and asked.

"Sotheby's Impressionist and Modern Art Exhibition." The bodyguard sitting in the co-pilot immediately turned around and replied.

"Um."

Arthur hummed lightly. It seems that he will continue to spend money. This is not only his opportunity to become famous, but also his opportunity to spend money to get cheap. An economic crisis has caused heavy losses to many established families in the United States. Take out your collections to exchange for money. Some works of art are even more rare. They have been collected by those families for decades or even hundreds of years. If there is such a good opportunity to pick up a bargain, Arthur will never miss it of.

The next day, when Arthur woke up from his sleep, he saw a golden spinning wheel on the ceiling. The feeble rays of the sun are the fifty strings on the zither, and a hand is plucking them. The golden thread quivered like a newborn rabbit, crooning a monophonic hymn.

Arthur expected the strange light to be some kind of omen. Legend has it that if a Roman opened her eyes in the morning and saw a golden ocean pouring over her head, she would kill an animal in the temple, pull out its intestines, and read the oracle from the intertwined internal organs.

Arthur just stood up, opened the window, and got the same message. Ambulance, clean air, police siren, orange-red sunrise, New York's spring is as close as a loaf of bread in an oven.

Washing up, eating breakfast, and reading the news reports about him in the newspaper, Arthur happily changed his clothes and tidied up his appearance, and went out at 9 o'clock to Sotheby's showroom in New York.

"Good morning, Honorable Earl Arthur Boleyn, welcome..."

When Arthur got out of the car, a smiling guest outside the Sotheby's exhibition hall, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with combed hair, immediately walked down the steps to welcome Arthur's arrival.

"Thank you." Arthur nodded with a smile.

Then Arthur went up the steps under the guidance of the other party. The other party helped Arthur open the door very attentively. Arthur stepped into the spacious and bright hall and saw that many people had come to the exhibition hall, standing in twos and threes. In front of each work of art, they watched carefully and discussed in a low voice.

Arthur did not let the staff follow him, but he watched the dazzling array of artworks in the exhibition hall very chicly. Since it is an exhibition of Impressionism and modern art, it naturally presents masterpieces from the 19th to 20th centuries.

From Gustave Caillebotte's bird's-eye view of the romantic street scene in Paris in 1878, to Pie Bonnard's delicate paintings depicting muses bathing and changing clothes, and Pablo Picasso's huge portrait "The Musketeer and the Pipe" "──The majestic image of the person in the painting is ready to emerge. The paintings, drawings and sculptures in the exhibition hall reflect the artistic development process of this important period.

As far as Arthur's ability to appreciate artworks in his previous life was concerned, he could only understand six of his seven orifices and nothing at all. But after accepting everything from the original Arthur, the aristocratic education from childhood filled Arthur with a lot of artistic bacteria. Although he could not compare with some senior people, he was definitely higher than ordinary people.

"Haystacks?"

Just as Arthur frowned slightly, with a solemn expression, and carefully watched Monet's "Haystacks" hanging on the wall with burning eyes, there was a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the marble behind him, and a gust of fragrant wind blew past Arthur. Smelling two completely different fragrances and hearing the crisp female voice, Arthur turned and looked back at the two beautiful ladies standing behind him.

The two blonde beauties looked at him with bright smiles!

One of the beauties with a charming smile has loose blond hair and exquisite makeup. She is wearing a simple purple tube top dress, black stiletto boots, and holds a leopard-print clutch bag that women can't part with. It can be said that the overall The outfits are timeless, with nothing superfluous.

Another younger blonde beauty, very tall and slender, wearing a black crop top, paired with an orange-red skirt, holding a black handbag, her golden ratio figure can make all women envious .

With a bright sunny smile on Arthur's face, he said to the two beauties who suddenly appeared behind him: "Yes, Monet's "Haystack", created in 1890.

This is Monet's most important work, because since he created "Haystack" in 1890, he has boldly explored the different effects of light and atmosphere on a single object over time.

It was Haystacks, Rouen Cathedral and the Water Lilies series at Giverny that established his place in Impressionism. In the early 1890s, Monet produced 25 works. Since 2000, this painting is one of only four works from the same series that have been sold at auction. Currently, there are only eight works of the same series in private collections, and this painting is one of them.

At present, there are a total of 17 "Haystacks" series collected by well-known museums around the world, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, and the Art Museum of Chicago has collected six more. In addition, the "Haystack" in front of us has a prominent source. The original collectors bought it directly from Monet's agent in the 1890s. They were the wealthy and socialites Porter Palmer in Chicago. "

Arthur spoke confidently and calmly, making the eyes of the two blond beauties in front of him shine brightly, and the smiles on their pretty faces became brighter and brighter.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable." The somewhat mature beauty with charming eyebrows and eyes sighed with a smile like a flower, then stretched out her little hand painted with red nail polish, and said with a charming smile: "Ting Celie Mortimer, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Arthur Boleyn."

Arthur was not surprised that the other party said his name directly. Instead, he smiled and held the other's slender hand, and kissed it very gentlemanly.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Mortimer. Please call me Arthur. This is America after all."

At this time, Arthur had searched through his mind to find all the celebrity profiles of the high society in Manhattan that he had seen. After the other party reported his family name, he knew that the charming beauty standing in front of him had been captured by the American media. Known as "one of the most famous faces at the gala held in New York", "the most sought-after man in the spotlight", "the most watched young celebrity in New York".

"Giggle..." Mrs. Mortimer, whose hand was kissed, smiled charmingly, and introduced the young beauty who was also smiling like a flower beside Arthur, "This is..."

"Lydia Hurst, nice to meet you." Delia introduced herself very generously and shook hands with Arthur.

Arthur's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. He gently shook the other's little hand very gentlemanly, and then said, "Arthur Boleyn, it is my honor to meet a beautiful lady like you."

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