Jim put down the phone in his hand, walked to Jian Heng who seemed a little stunned, and reached out to pat him on his shoulder: "Don't blame me, things like today cannot be hidden. Only when putting them in front of the stage is the best choice for you..."

As a person who has been dealing with Chinese clients for several years, Jim also understands some of the Chinese people's personalities. He is afraid that Jian Heng would hide this matter and not let the press know. At first, he thought of this during the call, and then put down the phone and immediately came over to explain to Jian Heng.

"I know, I have no other thoughts, I just think this is quite interesting!" Jian Heng pointed at the crowd taking pictures around the car and said.

Jian Heng naturally knew this, and if he didn't know it, there wouldn't be this one out.

Not only did Jian Heng take this into consideration, but also other things that he dared to do so. Even if there was a little uncertainty, Jian Heng would not take millions of dollars to take risks.

Thinking of this, Jian Heng couldn't help but turn his gaze to the woman who was a part-time auctioneer and found that her face was very bad, sometimes pale, sometimes ashen again.

Jian Heng knew that this woman was regretting, not only her, but now there is probably no one in this group who doesn’t regret it except herself, or at most Jim. Some regret selling, and some regret not following the photo.

But Jian Heng also knew that only these people regretted it.

No matter what wrong thoughts are, whenever Jian Heng hires a lawyer of medium-level level in court, the lawsuit will be a sure win, not to mention that Jian Heng's lawyers are now close to the top in New York.

The Chinese people seem to be suitable for quarrels, such as this warehouse made a mistake, this warehouse had not expired, etc., such a statement is useless in the United States.

If the woman is replaced by the US federal government, then Jian Heng will be smiling, because in the United States, citizens have the advantage of lawsuits between citizens and governments, and at least they can have an emotional advantage, because in the eyes of Americans, citizens are always more fucked by the government.

Now Jian Heng is not afraid of women, nor is he afraid of these treasure hunters making trouble, because as an old capitalist power, the United States has already had quite strict laws and can provide strong protection for Yu Jianheng in this matter. This is also the fundamental reason why Jian Heng dared to operate like this at the beginning.

"Then accept my friend's exclusive interview?" Jim saw that Jian Heng did not mind, so he climbed up along the rod and asked for an interview.

Jian Heng glanced around and found that some people looked at him with a little expectation, so he shook his head at Jim: "No, everyone has invited the media, I can't just take care of you, let's go together."

"Well said!"

Someone immediately started to yell in the crowd.

I can't wait for these people and cars, but I still want to get some media information fees. I naturally want to call it a good idea when I heard Jian Heng say this.

Jian Heng stretched out his hands: "I'll agree first, I'll just accept taking photos, and I'll stop doing it when I go on TV."

Jian Heng wanted to expose the car instead of making himself a star. Although he knew that this was not as simple as he thought, he could reduce the amount of exposure.

"Can"

Everyone said.

Jian Heng thought for a while and said, "Move the car out, it's not good to put it here."

"Are you a little worried?" someone said immediately in the crowd.

Jian Heng smiled and asked back, "If it were you, wouldn't you worry?"

"I will transport it directly to the bank's vault," the man replied loudly with a laugh.

"This is exactly what I think." Jian Heng also laughed.

Now that the car has appeared, it must not be placed in the warehouse. There are many car thieves in the United States like pickpockets at domestic stations. If there are still cars here tomorrow morning, it will be a ghost.

"Come on, come here, I'll discuss something with you!" Jim reached out and pulled Jian Heng.

Jian Heng smiled bitterly and said, "I am going to shoot this car, but it's not on Morgan. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's because your auction house is too small to support such a case!"

When Jane Heng saw Jim's expression, he understood what this guy was going to say. What else could he say? I wanted to ask myself if this car was sold, and if it was sold, I wanted Morgan to take over it.

But Jian Heng couldn't let go. Morgan Auction House had no ability to sell these seven at a good price. The customer base was placed there, and most of them were so-called "artists" in China.

If you really pay millions of dollars, plus the auction fee may be nearly ten million dollars, you won’t be playing this acre of three-point land in Morgan Auction.

Jian Heng cannot put millions of dollars in places where he shouldn't be placed because of his friendship, and he will suffer losses. This is not the way for friends to get along with.

Hearing Jian Heng say this, Jim shrugged his shoulders freely and easily: "I have to try it!"

Jim was prepared for Jian Heng's rejection, but Jane Heng agreed to Jim would feel uncomfortable. Jim is an American idea. Friends belong to friends, business belongs to business, and help among friends is based on the possibility and no harm to his own interests.

"How to do it?" someone in the crowd asked.

So everyone's eyes suddenly gathered on Jian Heng, and everyone was waiting for Jian Heng, the owner of the car.

"Push, be careful to push, don't expect to drive!" Jim said quickly.

Jim thought Jian Heng might not understand the meaning of these antique cars. Who would be willing to drive this thing after no professional checks it? If a part is broken, it would be tens of thousands or even face the problem of re-manufacture, so he quickly said.

Jian Heng is really a local bun at this point. On the first day he saw the car, Jian Heng drove in the secret realm for a long time. Fortunately, the car was well preserved, and if it really broke up, it would be fun.

"Please!" Jian Heng had no choice but to intercom.

Originally, Jian Heng's script was to see if it could be opened. Now that Jim said that, Jian Heng had to change the "script" again.

There were many things in the car, so a group of people looked at it and a dozen of them pushed the black Mercedes-Benz 770K into the open space at the door.

This Mercedes-Benz is well maintained, just like it was newly released. When it was released under the sun, the black paint shone with its silver front face, and it suddenly had a different kind of brilliance, which almost showed a figure, like a mirror.

"Think about it, these things produced in 1934 look no longer out of date now..." A treasure hunter stretched out his head and looked into the car, while watching it while praising him.

At this time, Jian Heng seemed to feel a little extraordinary when he saw the car. He didn't know if it was influenced by everyone or something. In short, he felt that the car seemed to be different from what he drove in front of him all of a sudden.

Beep!

At this time, a horn sound came.

When everyone turned around, they found that more than a dozen cars were blocking the gate. Soon, two drivers got off at the door but were unwilling to give in. The two of them stood together, and they started to curse with a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of a word of

As soon as the two started to curse, the cars behind were parked directly on the side of the road, and ran down from the car with their cameras, or were carrying cameras and running towards this side.

Seeing their posture, Jian Heng realized that the reporters had arrived.

These people came to the side of the car without saying a word, and first took a slap in the car, almost no one paid attention to the group of people around them.

Two minutes later, a reporter walked to Jim and asked in a low voice.

Jian Heng couldn't help laughing when he saw this person, because this person was one of the two drivers who had just quarreled at the door.

"Jane, this is Will, my college classmate, this is Jane, my friend," Jim introduced the man to Jian Heng.

"Hello, don't mind, Toman and I are right." Will seemed to see the meaning of the smile on Jian Heng's face and explained immediately.

At this moment, the quarreling Toman whispered: "Will, eating alone is not good!"

It turns out that the two of them knew each other. However, they were both working in New York, so it was not easy to know them or not.

"Mr. Jian will accept you and interview you later!" Jim now temporarily played Jian Heng's assistant.

After chatting for two or three minutes, Jian Heng stood next to the Mercedes-Benz and took a photo before the interview.

With one hand touching the car body, he felt the cool texture coming from the metal. Jian Heng raised his head slightly, with a happy smile on his face, fully expressing the joy in the heart of a young American who had just become rich.

Crack! Crack!

More than twenty cameras kept pressing the shutter at the same time, listening to this sound in their ears, and their eyes were all aimed at their own lens. All this made Ding Jianheng feel a little uncomfortable and was a little lost in everything they were about to face.
Chapter completed!