While talking, another couple posted a picture on the wall. They were dressed very well and stared at the oil painting with Winnie. It seemed quite suitable for their hearts and talked in a low voice.

Han Xuan approached them with a bright smile on his face: "Sorry to bother me, what are those for?"

"This?" The middle-aged woman who was talking had a dark complexion, but she was not a pure black man. Her elders might be mixed with black and white men.

She looked at the boy: "There is a number on it, which means we want to buy it, and we will go to the reception room later to register the purchase price we can pay, and when the exhibition is over, the organizer will contact the highest price, just like an auction."

"So do you like these paintings?" Anya looked up and asked after hearing her say it, looking a little nervous.

When the couple saw her pupils, they were surprised. The man was stunned and smiled politely: "You have beautiful eyes, girl."

"Yes!" The woman half-squatted down, supported her knees with her hands, and looked at Anya's eyes: "It's like amethyst, I really envy your good luck."

"I like it very much. Although I don't know who the author is, it shouldn't have been painted by Ms. Cecilia, and the styles vary too much."

The middle-aged man said: "I opened a small gallery in Sacramento, the capital of California. I believe there will be many people who like them. This style is so unique."

Han Xuan turned his head and blinked at the girl, congratulating her silently.

Anya smiled back, her mouth full of white teeth was very neat: "Thank you for your praise."

After saying that, he pulled Han Xuan away, leaving behind a puzzled couple. They looked at each other and shrugged, continuing to look for excellent works.

As lunch time approached, Han Xuan and the girl ate something at the long table. The exhibition hall was not big, and what they should have been watched had almost finished.

Han Xuan did not intend to buy Anya's paintings. She doesn't have many works now. Only by ensuring that there are enough works on the market can she increase her popularity.

Although Han Xuan didn't know much about the tricks inside, he thought it should be similar to antiques, and someone needed to hype them up. Those who bought paintings would naturally try to increase the price of oil paintings in their hands.

When chatting with Mrs. Cecilia, she said she wanted her daughter to join the same gallery as her. Pace Company in New York, as one of the five major galleries in the United States, is very skilled in this area and does not need Han Xuan to worry about it.

"What are you doing in Los Angeles, when will you go back to Montana?"

Anya sat on the stool, her legs swaying forward and later, and the shadow extended to the wall behind her. She looked back at it and asked softly.

"Maybe I have to stay in Los Angeles for a while, and my parents went to Hawaii for a trip, and they were worried that I was alone at home."

Han Xuan sat opposite her. After eating in summer, he felt a little sleepy. Seeing that no one came over, he lay back on the chair and occupied a whole row of positions. He half-squinted his eyes and tilted his head: "Do you want to go to Los Angeles for a few days?"

"Watch them make movies? I want to go, but my mom still wants to stay here. You know, she can't leave at the beginning of the exhibition."

Anya said sadly: "How about you having fun in San Francisco first? I have read the travel album at home. There is Alcatraz and the Palace of Art here, otherwise you can go to Stanford University."

Seeing her expression, Han Xuan couldn't bear to refuse, staring at the charming patterns on the ceiling, thinking that the Pebble Beach Auto Show lasted for a week, and it would be okay to go late. He said, "Okay, okay, there's nothing wrong recently. I'll ask Mrs. Cecilia if she promised to let you go..."

It is rare for several bodyguards to be influenced by art, but unfortunately, all their works are money in their eyes. Basically, no one dares to approach them wherever they stand. A group of people enjoy themselves and express their opinions on the oil paintings in front of them.

Han Xuan found that they were watching their works with sunglasses, and they felt like there were tens of thousands of grass and mud horses running by, not knowing what to say.

He had no choice but to walk over and ask them for a phone call, and whispered a reminder: "It's not cool at all to wear sunglasses here, and he will look like a fool."

I walked to the door and called my grandfather, telling him to go back later.

The bodyguards looked at each other.

...

JP Morgan Chase's palladium card is made of precious metals palladium and gold. The process is very complicated. The American Express black gold centurion card, which is higher than it, will not be issued in the UK until 1999. Now it is the most noble in the world.

It is said that after melting the card, metal alone can be sold for 1,000 US dollars. Han Xuan doesn't know what the truth is. He is not old enough to apply for a credit card independently. This card is a sub-card applied for by Mr. Han for him. The grandfather and grandson share an account, with a maximum overdraw of 150,000 US dollars per day.

JPMorgan Chase Bank has a team dedicated to serving Mr. Han, such as using a special plane, booking a hotel, etc. Han Xuan only heard his grandfather talk about these things, but he had never used them before.

I had a sudden idea today and called to try it. I wanted to make an appointment with three cars. After only half an hour, I called back and said that the car had arrived at the entrance of the art gallery and asked if I wanted the driver to stay.

Mrs. Cecilia was originally a little worried that they were going out alone, but when she saw the strong bodyguards, she felt that she was thinking too much.

The guests who were going to receive came over in batches and had no time to take care of their daughter. Someone happened to help take care of Anya, so he nodded and agreed, copied the museum's phone number, and told Han Xuan to turn on the phone and contact her if there was anything.

Anya was afraid that her mother would regret it, so she pulled Han Xuan and ran out until she got into the Cadillac car before laughing, looking like a bird escaping from a cage.

The Kinmen Bridge in the distance spans the two sides. This iron chain bridge with the largest span in the world back then can still pass through any large ship, which can be regarded as a miracle in the history of bridges.

Irving's brother Lopez's bodyguard drove back and forth on the bridge. He was unfamiliar with the place, and Han Xuan didn't know where to go.

After thinking for a long time, I turned my head to look at the girl and made a suggestion: "Go to Stanford University? Now the school is on holiday, but I should be able to go in. That's how Brown University is."

Han Xuan was not familiar with San Francisco, and Anya was even more unfamiliar with him. What she liked was the feeling of walking on the road like a traveler, staring at the coast on the roadside: "Everything is OK."

"Now we are on Highway 1, with the Golden Gate Bridge as the starting point, and we can drive south to Los Angeles."

Lopez told the other two cars the destination via a radio intercom. After receiving the answer, he told Han Xuan and Anya in the back row.

Highway One has a coastal section of hundreds of kilometers long and is known as the "National Scenic Road Project" by the U.S. Department of Transportation. California calls it the "Pan American Scenic Avenue" and "Scenic Road". Its coastal scenery is like heaven, becoming the best golden route in the minds of self-driving tourists.

The car is not driving fast, the road here is very rugged, and the wet sea breeze pours in through the car windows, driving away the stuffy air inside.

Han Xuan accidentally saw many cute little sea lions basking in the sun near the dock. He quickly patted Anya's arm and asked her to come and see her.

On the beach, seals twisted and turned back and forth, and the famous pelicans resided on the rocks, while the lively otters were playing and jubilant in the sea.

Many tourists bring their own lunch and sit on the nearby wild grass with their friends. While enjoying the most original performances of wild animals, they enjoy delicious food in the gentle breeze of the sea.

"Road 1, no wonder it's so beautiful..." the girl murmured by the window.
Chapter completed!