"This is art. If you don't pretend to be 13, you're good at temperament."

Several rich second-generations finally found a common language and even their eyes became respectful.

The mustache squatted down with a good look and admired her with infinite admiration.

The thin rich second generation was obviously inspired and added: "It's good...but I think it should be more satisfying, so it's better to call it - fuck him."

Several rich second-generations burst into laughter.

"You... are vulgar! It's simply blasphemy."

Fang Tong was worried that he would not find the opportunity to withdraw, so he immediately threw a sentence with anger on his face, and then left with his sleeves.

I hope it can arouse the "investment" interest of these rich second generations. Anyway, this thing is definitely not on the auction list. If they really go to Qu Ran to inquire, it will be just right for Qu Ran to humiliate them.

Fang Tong recited silently while walking in his heart.

"Qu Ran, don't blame me, I'm helping you vent my anger."

When he walked to the exhibition hall outside, Fang Tong was not interested in the next auction. He wanted to take the opportunity to sneak out, but found that the media reporter was setting up a bunch of long guns and short cannons at the door. It was like he was throwing himself into the trap when he wanted to pass there.

So he simply found a corner and sat down.

I don’t know what activities have been held before. Those who come to attend the event have also communicated, and those who should watch the exhibition have also watched the exhibition. At this moment, they are sitting in the seats at the auction venue one after another.

Sure enough, Qu Ran came on stage and announced the start of the auction.

My best friend is unreasonable. In order to attract attention, Qu Ran actually asked Su Yu, a top-notch star, to play a guest appearance as a lady of etiquette, to help show the relevant qualification certificates on stage.

Qu Ran himself became the main introduction narrator, plus a professional art auctioneer.

Two big beauties assisted in the auction on stage, and I don’t know how many photographer’s camera memory they murdered.

The auction was indeed very enthusiastic. There were people in the circle who knew the profession and businessmen who followed the trend, holding up signs and holding up signs... The hammer was dropped, and the scene was actually a bit tense.

In the end, except for one work with an overpriced price failed to sell, all other works were successfully sold.

There was such a grand occasion on the first day of opening, and Qu Ran looked full of spring breeze.

Fang Tong stretched his head from behind and glanced at the four rich second-generations, but he never took action, but he always had a mysterious smile on his face. He probably had to wait for the auction to find Qu Ran privately.

The auction is the last part. After the last work is finished, Qu Ran is about to deliver the final lyrics.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly raised my hand high below, and it was Xiaomouzi himself.

Fang Tong was stunned and thought that this guy wouldn't have to ask Qu Ran in public?

When Fang Tong thought of the possible scene, he couldn't bear to look at it.

Sure enough, I heard Xiaomou asked, "Ms. Qu, I would like to ask, why don't your No. 36 work participate in the auction?"

Fang Tong tried his best to hold his voice and laughed wildly, which made the people in the seat next to him glar at the side.

Qu Ran was confused on the stage: "Work No. 36? No, we only had 35 works in total this time."

The rich second generation with a bearded chuckled smartly: "It's a pity that I'm not interested in these things. I'm only interested in your last number. Can Miss Qu take it out and take a photo?"

Qu Ran could not think of the truth of the matter at all, so he had to ask patiently: "Sir, what is the last number? Which work are you talking about?"

The mustache was very proud, as if she had revealed a secret: "It's in the small exhibition hall that is not open to the public at the very bottom."

The audience became curious, and no one noticed that there was a secret exhibition hall.

“What is it?”

"There is still work No. 36?"

"Is it a treasure that is privately hidden?"

Someone below started to talk in a low voice.

The beard actually showed off a little, pretending to be very sensible, and started to sell what Fang Tong had just talked nonsense.

"This work is very special. It uses postmodern deconstructionism to express its contempt for Gothicism, Ba...Balou.... It is an amazing work, I like it very much. Its author, Mr. Fan Dongsheng, once gave this work a very appropriate name. Although it is a bit vulgar, it is by no means swearing."

When Su Yu heard Xiaowang mention the name of "Fan Dongsheng", he was obviously stunned for a moment and immediately realized that this matter was definitely related to Fang Tong. He held his smile and searched for Fang Tong's whereabouts.

Someone next to him asked, "What's the name?"

The mustache smiled indifferently: "Just call it - fuck it."

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone was whispering. No one expected that someone would say filthy words at such a high-end art auction.

"Who is this person?"

"Why are you so unqualified?"

Most of the people present were people in the art circle. Even some rich people who were amateurs often went to and from art auctions. After a while, they had at least a little bit of knowledge and were not so unreasonable.

Only the mustache is still proud.

Qu Ran on the stage had a gloomy face and said, "Sir, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

The mustache was not convinced and argued: "Really, the thing is in your little showroom."

At this time, Su Yu whispered beside Qu Ran.

Qu Ran suddenly showed a laugh and crying expression and waved to several staff members: "You go and see."

After a while, two staff members came over with a mess of darkness.

The mustache shouted: "It's this exhibit. Some people say that it has a Gothic style, and what kind of ba... I can't remember it."

"That's it?" Qu Ran couldn't help laughing when he wanted to speak several times.

The mustache said with confidence: "That's right, it's it."

The staff carrying the lights angrily put the "mess" in front of the mustache and said coldly: "Sir, this is the chandelier in our small exhibition hall. I don't know how it fell and broke. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"What? Chandelier? Impossible!" The mustache couldn't believe his ears.

Qu Ran reached out and pointed at the top of his head.

Xiaomouth looked up and saw that there was such a chandelier on the top of her head at the auction site. However, the decoration of the art space was unusual, and even the chandelier was strangely shaped, made of painted black metal into some exaggerated shape.

The chandeliers in the small exhibition hall are also the same, but after being deformed and sunken, there is no sign of the appearance of the chandeliers at all.

But it is not difficult to recognize now, because when the staff moved in, the wires inside fell out.

Everyone looked at the No. 36 exhibit and remembered what Xiaomouzi said just now, and could no longer help it.

A burst of laughter immediately broke out from the audience. Who would have thought that there would be an easter egg after the auction, which would add an alternative comedy to the high-end artistic atmosphere.

At this time, the bearded man realized that he had been fooled, and his face was flushed red. Several of his companions around him were clever and pretended to be strangers who didn't know him.

How dare Fang Tong show up? He was already so happy that he collapsed in his seat.
Chapter completed!