Search for Treasure Worldwide Chapter 1659: Greedy scum
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While the lobby manager was introducing the scum of the Casa Monica family, Ye Tian had secretly turned on his clairvoyance and had a thorough look at these mafia scum.
Except for the unlucky stall owner who completely lost his mind, there were five people on the other side, three of them were in their twenties and thirties, and the other two were in their forties.
The two older guys stood in the front, and the remaining three scum stood in the back. Everyone had a violent look on their face, with a greedy light flashing in their eyes.
Judging from their positions, clothing and temperament, the two guys in their forties should be the leaders of this gang of scum, and the rest of the scum are horse boys and thugs.
The two leaders had a pistol and a dagger hidden on their bodies respectively. The scumbag in the middle also had a USP pistol stuck in his armpit with bullets loaded.
The remaining two young scumbags each carried a dagger, which shone with cold light and was extremely sharp.
Finding firearms on these scumbags was something Ye Tian had expected, and he was not surprised at all.
Although Italy and the United States both have mafia, the situation is different.
In the United States, the Mafia will not murder police officers and judges to offend state authority unless it is absolutely necessary. This is because they are afraid of causing fierce resistance by the police and leading to crazy raids and suppression.
But in Italy, the situation is exactly the opposite.
The Italian Mafia has a long tradition of assassinating police officers and judges. The purpose is to frustrate the police's vigorous energy and make the police feel afraid, so that they dare not suppress the Mafia too much.
Because of this, these scumbags from the Casamonica family were able to enter the hotel with guns and daggers and come to Ye Tian and the others.
Out of concern for their own safety, the Italian police inside and outside the hotel did not conduct body searches on these scum even though they knew they were mafiosi and came with bad intentions.
In a blink of an eye, Ye Tian had grasped the situation of these mafia scum, and immediately withdrew his gaze, ended the perspective, and at the same time increased his vigilance.
As soon as the hotel lobby manager finished speaking, he glanced at these mafia scum, and then said with a smile:
"Good evening, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you here. I am Steven. I have been admiring the Casamonica family in Rome for a long time, and I did not expect to see you here.
I wonder what you want from me? Want to talk to me about something? I have no connection with the Casamonica family, and I never expected to attract the attention of your family. I am very curious."
The two mafia leaders looked at each other, and the guy on the right stepped forward and said with a smile:
"Good evening, Mr. Steven, welcome to Florence, I am Tony, from the Casamonica family in Rome, we are also very happy to meet you, it is an honor.
You are right. Before this, the Casamonica family did not have any interaction with you and had never dealt with you. However, the situation is different now.
Simon is a friend of our Casamonica family, and it was he who invited a few of us to come forward today to talk to you about the ownership of Botticelli’s portrait”
As he spoke, he pointed at Simon, the unlucky stall owner who was robbed by Ye Tian this afternoon.
Could this guy who has completely lost his mind be a friend of the Casamonica family? It’s nonsense to miss him! Who would believe it!
You scumbags are not flies chasing the smell of money. Driven by greed, you take the initiative to find this unlucky guy, and prepare to make a fortune under the guise of standing up for him!
Ye Tian secretly complained a few words with disdain, and he could see through at a glance what these scum were thinking.
Of course, this is his psychological activity and cannot be resorted to verbally!
Without any hesitation, Ye Tian glanced at that idiot Simon, then smiled and shook his head and said:
"I am very sorry that you are too late, gentlemen. I have sold Botticelli's portrait to the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence. The transaction has just been completed, and the price is 80 million euros.
I said before in the Piazzale Michelangelo that I would work with the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence to study and identify the classical oil painting. The identification results have been released and it is indeed a work by the art master Botticelli.
And that painting was very important, with extremely high academic research value and artistic value. As soon as the appraisal results came out, Mario and others from the Academy of Fine Arts proposed to acquire it, and we immediately reached a deal.
The art transaction contract for the sale of the classical oil painting is in the hands of my lawyer at this time. As for the transaction amount of 80 million euros, it has also been transferred to my bank account. Everything went very smoothly! "
Hearing what Ye Tian said, Simon immediately became anxious and screamed, as if he was crazy.
"What? You have already sold that oil painting. How is this possible? That classical oil painting belongs to me, and the 80 million euros belong to me, not to you, the evil robber!"
While screaming crazily, Simon stared with blood-red eyes and tried to rush forward to fight for his life, but was caught in time by two of Tony's men.
Ye Tian looked at Simon and these mafia scumbags coldly, with disdain in his eyes and a fierce murderous intent flashing deep in his eyes.
Standing in front of and around Ye Tian and Betty, Cole and the others immediately raised their alert level to the highest level, staring at those mafia scum vigilantly, ready to take action at any time.
The Italian policemen in the hotel lobby were all complaining and extremely nervous.
They were also on high alert, keeping a close eye on the situation here. A few guys had even reached deep into their arms and grasped the handle of the pistol.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the hotel lobby became extremely tense. The air seemed to be filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and a spark could completely detonate it.
The scene became quiet, Simon no longer roared, but stared at Ye Tian, his eyes full of hatred, fear and despair.
Those mafia scumbags didn’t say a word, their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, and they were extremely ugly, as if their own fathers were dead!
After a moment, Tony said gloomily:
"I didn't expect you to move so fast, Steven, you are so resolute and resolute, I admire you, but it doesn't matter, since the oil painting has been sold, let's talk about the ownership of the 80 million euros!..."
He was about to continue, but was interrupted rudely by Ye Tian.
"There's nothing to talk about, Tony. The process of buying that classical oil painting was completely legal. Many people at the scene can testify, including two Italian antiquities gendarmes.
It goes without saying that I also have the right to dispose of that classical oil painting. No one has the right to interfere. The 80 million euros are my wealth. No one can covet it. That is no use.
I know very well why you are here, so I won’t point it out here, so as not to make you look bad. Here, I would like to advise you that it is best not to get involved in this matter.
Some money can be made, but some money cannot be made! That’s all I have to say. It’s getting very late and we’re going back to rest. I also wish you a nice night. Goodbye! "
After finishing speaking, Ye Tian walked forward with Betty, too lazy to deal with these mafia scum.
Cole and the others immediately followed, guarding Ye Tian and Betty, and walked toward the elevator together.