Chapter 282

There are not many things in this storage room. On several shelves, there are scattered objects, including European medieval art and some Chinese antique porcelain. There are some paintings, oil paintings, ink paintings and so on on on the surrounding walls. Although the number is small, the types are complex.

Some of the things placed here were brought by Tracy from his father, and some were given by his grandfather. Most of the rest are the collections of the original owners of the houses he bought. When he bought the house, he also bought it by the way.

George did all these things for him. He said hello to George long ago. If there are good things, help him pay attention to them.

George knows that his boss has a hobby of collecting and has put a lot of thought in this regard. He will also pay attention to the auction house at any time and report anything the boss is interested in.

Although Tracy doesn't know much about these things, he doesn't delay his elegance. In short, this is also an investment. In the new century, the value-added speed of these ancient and Dong paintings is very fast.

"If you have time, do you want to walk around the auction and come back with something."

Tracy walked around, appreciated his collection, and said to himself.

Although he doesn't know much about antiques, he still has a little eyesight. Except for a few porcelain and ink paintings given to him by his grandfather, other things don't seem to be of high value.

This disappointed Tracy a little. Since he wanted to pretend... Er, to be artful, at least he had to get some treasures of the town house to support the market.

With this in mind, Tracy plans to go up and call George later to let him pay attention to whether there are any good auctions recently.

Not for the best, but for the most expensive, the best people know.

Well, it should be the occupational disease again. Tracy habitually manipulates public opinion no matter what he does.

After enjoying the collection here, Tracy came to the corner of the storeroom, where there was a very humble old wooden box.

This box is about half a person high. There are some decorative reliefs on it. It looks very simple.

Tracy patted the dust on the box, took out a key from his pocket and opened the copper lock on the box.

He opened the wooden box and saw several very large document bags with conspicuous English letters on them.

"This is Natalie's... this is Monica's, this is Annie's, this is Morgan..." Tracy took out the file bags one by one and whispered.

These bags contain a lot of things. Tracy didn't look out, but looked in the box again and took out a document bag with Nicole written on it.

There was nothing in the file bag, and Tracy put in what she had brought in.

What he brought in was a small plastic memory card. If Nicole was here, she should be able to recognize it. This is the memory card in the digital camera.

"You can always take it out and have a look, Hei hei." Tracy sealed the file bag with a bad smile on his face.

"Unfortunately, there's no video. Talk to Nicole sometime. She shouldn't refuse." Tracy said to herself as she locked the box again.

Yes, this box contains some private photos and videos of him and his women.

It can be said that the most valuable thing in this storeroom is this box. Everything else can be lost, except this box.

Tracy, who has experienced the teacher Chen incident, knows how terrible the situation will be if these things flow out.

His achievements are no less than those of Mr. Chen. He must surpass each other soon. I'm afraid his box can't hold so many things.

After cleaning up here, Tracy casually took a pair of oil paintings on the wall, went out, locked the storage room and returned to the living room on the first floor.

"Tracy, where were you just now?" Nicole came down from upstairs in her pajamas and saw Tracy ask.

"Go get an oil painting and see if you like it or not," Tracy said, raising the oil painting in his hand.

"I don't quite understand, but it looks good."

This is a realistic landscape painting. Nicole came over and looked at it carefully in her hand. "This painting can be hung on the wall at the head of the bed in the bedroom. We just need a decorative painting."

"Baby, just be happy," Tracy said to her with a smile, then took out the mobile phone in her pocket.

Most people replied to his previous mass message. But none of these people guessed what he thought. Well, if a photo of Lu and a half was sent to others, they would only regard him as Xing harassment.

Natalie and Anne thought it was the welfare sent by Tracy, and the messages they replied to were very explicit. Natalie returned a picture of taking a bath, which was very beautiful.

"Sleeping trough, Matt Damon has such a good figure... I don't see it."

Matt Damon added a nude bust of himself to his reply, which was as tall as Lacey.

His reply made people laugh and cry: "listen to tobe, you show off your figure to him. Let's compare."

"Who is going to make complaints about you?" Tracey's mouth Tucao in his mouth.

Instead of ignoring Matt Damon's provocation, he scanned all the information, then edited a text message and said his intention.

"Honey, when are you going to launch your environmental protection campaign?" Nicole asked Tracy after appreciating the oil painting.

"In a few days, I'll call some friends and see how many people respond to me," Tracy said, shaking his cell phone.

"Well, let me know when I need to blog. I can also ask some friends."

"That's great, thank you, baby." Tracy jumped up happily and kissed Nicole on the face.

Since he intends to publicize the theme of low-carbon environmental protection, he certainly hopes that the more people respond, the better.

If more celebrities join in, it is estimated that his low-carbon clothing theme will become a trend.

Nicole pushed Tracy out with disgust on her face. "What did you eat just now? The taste in your mouth smells bad."

"There's No..." Tracy smelled the taste in her mouth and whispered, "just ate a Durian......"

"Ah... Damn..." Nicole waved her small fist angrily. Tracy jumped up with a smile and avoided Nicole's attack.

"Hey, hey, don't be angry... Don't be angry... I'll rinse my mouth..."

"Take a bath... Wash your smell... Hum."

"Yes, your majesty," said Tracy, smiling and running upstairs.