Chapter 152 Painting Exhibition (2600 Plus)

September 25.

Golden Rose Street, 33.

Aaron pulled out of the ceremony and looked at a brand new set of bullets.

The surface of the gray-brown bullet is engraved with a lot of weird and twisted patterns, and the bullet is oval with a dark crack like lightning.

This is the 'parasite bullet' he made using the contamination he had removed from Nicholas before.

"The effect is similar to my estimate. Intense pollution plus parasite eggs... The power should be similar to that of the 'Evil Spirit Cursed Bullet', so that Roberts' strength is close to that of Eau Claire's..."

Aaron took out the revolver, loaded two brilliance bullets, two pollution bullets, one evil spirit bullet, and one parasite bullet in turn, and pinned the firearm to his waist.

Immediately, he put on a white shirt jacket and put a box containing the 'Green Forest Power Ring' in his pocket.

"This is also fully armed. Even if the Bureau of Investigation is besieging me, I can be forcibly killed..."

Aaron complained silently in his heart and walked out of the door.

At the door, the driver Ramiz had already been waiting. When he saw him coming out, he immediately took off his hat and bowed: "Good day, young master!"

Well, at the suggestion of the head maid, he has already rented a carriage for a long time, as well as the driver Ramiz, for which he spent a lot of gold pounds.

But for Aaron, none of that matters.

Anyway, the green forest is his territory, and if you want money, you can go to 'collect taxes'.

‘However, the resources I need now can’t be bought with a single gold pound… In real terms, it will cost at least a thousand pounds! ’

Aaron thought to himself: 'It's better to get the dream world positioning method from Liliat, and then find it more reliable...'

'If the mysterious resources are not included, even just relying on the contribution of the Iron Fist Gang can allow me to maintain a life in the upper class...'

He got into the four-wheeled carriage and leaned on the soft velvet cushion, and in his ear came Ramiz's voice: "Where are you going today?"

"Mr. Xilin's painting exhibition, William Mark had an appointment before..."

Aaron gave an order, and the carriage set off immediately.

Xilin is an oil painting businessman. For this exhibition, he invited many gentlemen and ladies from the upper class.

When Aaron came to the exhibition, he even saw a carriage with a noble badge parked, and the badge on it looked familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, I immediately remembered: 'Isn't that the carriage of the hapless Lord Lake? His auction items have been destroyed by me and turned into cursed bullets by evil spirits...'

'This time, even if he finds the most powerful fortune-teller, he won't be able to find it back...'

"You are here, my friend!"

William Mark looked a little lethargic, but he went forward enthusiastically and shook hands with Aaron.

"Mr. Mark, it's great to see you recover."

Aaron also smiled.

After the last auction, William Mark suffered from migraine headaches, has been treated with the help of a personal doctor, and rarely goes out to participate in activities.

This exhibition is also an announcement that the other party has returned to the social circle.

"I was so unfortunate that I bumped my head at an auction, and my friend, Dr. Hannibal, told me it was a dangerous situation... Fortunately, he recovered well after taking his medicine."

William Mark and Aaron walked into the exhibition together and saw a well-dressed gentleman and lady, standing in front of the oil painting, constantly commenting.

If the guy is not well-dressed and does not fit well, the guard at the door will stop it directly.

Aaron actually doesn't understand oil painting, let alone the genres that this world produces.

Only through some landscapes and portraits, we can generally confirm that the painter is biased towards the realistic style.

This is good, he doesn't appreciate it being too abstract.

"Mr. Xilin is a businessman who knows marketing very well. The talented painter he launched this time is named Sisyphus Solo. From the color, line and space of these works... I think the painting art of the other party is quite good. , especially in terms of lines, you look at this line, which perfectly divides the proportions of figures and landscapes, following the golden principle..."

William Mark is very talkative and seems to have a deep understanding of oil painting: "The painter Solo has the potential to become a master, and Xilin is lucky this time..."

Aaron was noncommittal, lingering in front of the paintings.

The atmosphere in the gallery is relatively quiet, and the occasional conversation is low.

In the end, he stopped in front of a painting called 'The Door'.

On the canvas, which is more than 3 feet long and wide, only a dark red door is depicted, and it is surrounded by rich darkness.

In the darkness, there is a little bit of blue light, like stars, but it gives people a sea-like whirlpool feeling.

The dark red door is extremely realistic, and it seems that you can clearly see the wood texture on it. The door is half open, and there seems to be a mysterious light source overflowing from the inside...

'It's a little bit wrong, it gives a feeling of watching the secret transmission, but it's very light... It's a little lighter than "The Song of the Workers". ’

Aaron thought to himself.

He had some inexplicable guesses that Sisyphus Solo was most likely an extraordinary person, and even used some mysterious techniques in the creation of this oil painting.

"Do you like this painting too?"

William Mark praised: "Mr. Solo is a realistic painter, but although this 'door' is extremely realistic and shows a profound sketching skill, the darkness and light sources give me a mysterious abstraction... …”

"Thank you for your compliment, Sisyphus would be very happy to know."

At this time, a middle-aged man in formal clothes, with gray curly hair and a round face came over.

"Aaron, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Xilin!"

William Mark introduced for both parties.

"Mr. Yuggs, do you want to buy this 'door'?" Xilin smiled very kindly: "Only 20 pounds, this is the friendship price I gave!"

After thinking about it, Aaron felt that it was indeed not expensive, and it involved mystery. He just took this opportunity to get to know Sisyphus and get in touch with another mysterious circle.

William Mark looked around, with doubts on his face: "How come I didn't see Sisyphus Solo on such an important day?"

Xilin's expression instantly became unnatural, and he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat that didn't exist: "When I was about to go out today, Sisyph suddenly encountered something and was invited by Glamorgan Field to investigate... …”

His voice dropped, but he didn't lie. After all, the news would spread quickly, and there was no point in lying.

"What's the reason?" William Mark was suddenly dissatisfied.

"I can lower the price, as long as it's 15 pounds..." Xilin squeezed a smile on his face: "It's not a big deal, I was approached by a strange department and said it was a content review department... I've never heard of Glamorgan's this department."

After Aaron listened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: 'Isn't he being targeted by the Bureau of Investigation? Well, it's very possible...'

At this moment, a guy dressed like a servant rushed into the exhibition and whispered a few words beside Xilin.

Aaron saw that Xilin's expression was a little ecstatic in shock at first, and then turned into mourning, and announced loudly: "Gentlemen and ladies... I have unfortunate news for you, our young talented painter - Sisyphus Solo Sadly passed away, may the Holy Spirit accept his soul!"

After a pause, he said seriously to Aaron and William: "The door costs 50 pounds, trust me, it will appreciate in value soon!"