Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 119: The Woman in Black Dress at the Auction
As night falls, the lights outside the Sotheby's auction house in New York are bright, and there are crowds of people and luxury cars everywhere.

Each car stopped gracefully under the guidance of the waiter, and those who got out of the cars were all members of New York's wealthy class and upper society.

At this moment, a dazzling red lightning suddenly cut through the crowd, and a burgundy supercar whizzed past.

The air currents from the passing aircraft lifted up the skirts of many ladies, causing a series of rising and falling screams.

Then, under the astonished gazes of many passers-by, the 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 around!"

In the driver's seat, Rango looked at the innocent big eyes on the dashboard and said half helplessly and half teasingly, "Do you know how many speeding and dangerous driving tickets I have to pay every month because of you?"

"Besides, this is a hotel, you don't need to park your car yourself, there are waiters who will come and help you park your car."

But McQueen seemed to be deaf to Rango'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 just felt his head burning with excitement. There were so many noble ladies and rich girls in such a small parking lot.

Rango helplessly tapped the turn signal twice, then carefully straightened his custom suit, and got into position before getting out of the car.

Speaking of what to wear, Rango doesn't have any special requirements. Except for some special occasions, under normal circumstances, he still likes the combination of shirt and jacket. At least this makes him look like a tough guy who is not easy to mess with, rather than the son of a rich family.

But tonight was that special occasion that called for a suit.

At the Sotheby's New York auction, almost all the people present were upper-class wealthy people whom Rango 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 wealthy and famous people in New York, all of whom would be of great help in his future position as curator.

Therefore, Rango specially asked someone to customize a suit, which cost him 20,000 US dollars.

However, the tailor who made the suit 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 considered to have gotten a bargain.

"Rango——"

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, Rango heard Director McPhee calling him. He was wearing a neat suit and holding a gentleman's cane. He was talking to several men and women who were also dressed elegantly. They were obviously waiting for him.

"Your behavior just now was a bit out of line. I saw quite a few people complaining to the manager about speeding." The curator came over and said with a smile on his face.

Rango smiled and joked, "McQueen's license plate can be automatically changed. They can't find it. And the speed just now was so fast that I don't think they can see the license plate number clearly."

The curator was stunned at first, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Remember to control your street style as much as possible. These guys tonight are more eccentric than each other."

"What? Are there still racists?"

"Of course, and they not only discriminate against race, but also against the poor. But don't worry, we don't want to see those squid guys."

Led by the curator, Rango walked to a sofa in the hall, where several people were already sitting.

The director introduced the museum director to everyone proudly, as if he was introducing a treasure in his collection: "Everyone, this is the future director of the museum that I strongly recommend, Rango. He is not only capable, but also has an impeccable appearance. And don't you notice that he looks exactly like me when I was young?"

"Hahaha"

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this. An old man in a wheelchair even complained speechlessly, "How come you're already drunk before the party even started? I remember you were just a short, poor boy when you were young."

"Really? But at least I can walk and jump now, not paralyzed in a wheelchair like you, Philip."

"Damn it, if I ever stand up again, the first thing I'm going to do is give you a hard ass!"

"Hahaha"

The curator and the old man in the wheelchair were joking with each other, and it was obvious that they had a very good relationship. Otherwise, they would not have made such jokes about each other's defects in public.

"Rango, come over here and meet this guy."

The curator put his arm around Rango's back and pointed at the old man in the wheelchair, introducing him: "This guy is called Philippe, he is the vice chairman of the museum's board of directors and also a French art tycoon. Like Jones and I, he loves adventure, but then he had a parachuting accident."

Rango 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, Philip's eyes were a little dim, but he still tried to smile: "Don't mind young man, the only thing on my body that can move now is my mouth."

After hearing this, Rango immediately wanted to tell a few Hawking jokes to ease the awkwardness, but when he thought that he had just met them, he immediately resisted the urge to tease, smiled and greeted them, then looked at the other three people.

Looking at these three faces, Rango couldn't help but change his expression slightly. Each of these three people looked more familiar than the other. The first one was a middle-aged man with a thin figure and glasses.

"This is Stan, one of the museum's trustees." The curator then whispered, "He's also a real estate developer who will get his comeuppance sooner or later."

"Hey, McPhee, you know I can hear what you say very clearly, right?" The man named Stan immediately asked with his hands spread out speechlessly.

"I just want you to hear it. Also, I have already transferred the land you wanted. Don't forget to vote for Rango when the time comes!"

The curator seemed to look down on this man and spoke bluntly.

Stan, who was confronted in the face, seemed to not care at all. He still smiled and shook hands with Rango.

Then there was a woman that Rango had hardly taken his eyes off since he came in.

"This is Katherine, a best-selling author, a pioneer in the New York feminist movement, and of course she's also a trustee of the museum."

Following the introduction, Rango's eyes naturally fell on the woman on the sofa wearing a tight evening gown with a bold slit.

The woman named Catherine had curly blond hair and was very beautiful. She was holding a cigarette and looked at him with her red lips moving slightly. "McPhee has good taste, but I think you look more suitable to be a movie star than a museum director."

Before she finished her words, she made an inadvertent movement, gently spreading her legs and then quickly crossing them, inadvertently revealing a hint of inappropriate charm.

The curator and others looked embarrassed when they saw this and immediately looked away, but Rango was the only one who took a closer look without fear.

My goodness, he’s not wearing anything!

Looking at Catherine's familiar face and the undisguised teasing and desire in her, Rango couldn't help but feel the urge to give this woman a good beating.

(From the movie Basic Instinct, played by Sharon Stone)
Just as 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. He came here specially from Los Angeles."

Rango looked at the man, who was about forty years old, well-dressed and with deep eyes, pursed his lips but still politely extended his hand to greet him.

Hannibal looked at Rango curiously, then asked tentatively: "Have we known each other before? Why do you seem a little surprised to see me?"

After hearing this, Rango forced a smile and said casually, "I just didn't expect that you would come all the way from Los Angeles just for me, Doctor."

Hannibal smiled and shook his head slightly. "Although I am one of the museum's directors, I am not very interested in personnel changes within the museum. This auction is my main goal, especially the set of classical court tableware. I plan to buy it."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip slightly and invited sincerely: "I will stay in New York for a long time this time. If you have time, you are welcome to visit my home. I hope you are not a vegetarian."

Rango did not refuse and agreed with a smile: "If there is a chance, I will."

After some pleasantries, Rango 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 Hannibal when he was young!
Looking at this guy chatting and laughing with the curator and others, Rango shook his wine glass and laughed. The curator and others probably would never have thought that this gentleman in front of them would actually be a cannibal.

Rango stood beside them for a while, seemingly listening carefully to their views on New York's municipal affairs, nodding his head from time to time as if in agreement, but in fact, the corner of his eye had already drifted to Catherine.

And the woman seemed to enjoy the aggressive gaze from the other party. She twisted her legs from time to time and looked at Rango with her eyes moving.

What a socialite from high society, she looks no different from a prostitute from Queens!

"Rango, take a look at this auction roster. Is there anything you want?" The curator did not ignore Rango. He handed him a roster and said jokingly, "You are worth tens of millions now. It's time to buy some nice things to decorate your home."

Rango smiled and shook his head to refuse. Any one of the collections he placed in the "Murder House" would be enough to make ordinary people dumbfounded.

However, when he flipped through the roster and saw a familiar-looking painting, he couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at the curator: "This painting?"

Seeing this, the curator smiled and explained, "Yes, this is a painting you sold to Jones before. But you are really bad. The radiation level of each collection is seriously exceeded. Only this painting is slightly lower and successfully passed the inspection of the auction."

After hearing this, Rango was not embarrassed but felt a little regretful. You know, if this painting could be auctioned, it would not have been sold at such a low price in the first place.

The auction was about to start in less than ten minutes. Rango glanced into the hall. It was worth mentioning that there were quite a few familiar faces, probably characters from the plot.

At this moment, a woman in a black dress walked into the hall, and her appearance made Rango frown slightly.

The blue lines on the palm of her hand were slightly warming up. This woman was actually an extraordinary creature.

Stan is from the movie "Jailbreak" and Philip is from the movie "The Intouchables"

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(End of this chapter)