"This painting is a painting by Mr. Wei, he won't sell it. Alas, he's here..."

As he was talking, an old white-bearded man walked towards him with a tough step.

Mr. Wei, a Chinese from M, is quite famous in the international painting world and is hard to find a painting.

Of course, Cheng Yi's mother had heard of this well-known name.

In the circle of famous ladies and wives in the upper class, except for luxury goods such as jewelry and bags, anyone who does not collect some works of famous artists will be ridiculed as a nouveau riche.

But Mr. Wei’s paintings cannot be bought with money.

He has a strange temper and has almost strict requirements for buyers.

Guan Zhiling thought, if he could buy this painting, wouldn’t he be more prominent in the circle?

In a blink of an eye, the white-bearded old man had arrived.

The boss of the exhibition hall politely stepped forward to say hello.

The white-bearded old man just nodded perfunctorily, without saying a word, stepped forward and took down the painting hanging on the wall, turned around and left.

Song Chi saw that Guan Zhiling liked this painting and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Sir, how much does this painting cost? I want to buy it."

The white-bearded old man frowned slightly and glanced at Song Chi.

"You can't afford it."

He said that he was about to leave by Song Chi.

Song Chi, who was despised, felt a little embarrassed.

What are the strong women in the market who are invincible?

"Old sir, give a price. You have mentioned the price. Let's see if I can afford it?"

Song Chi's face was cold, with a hint of arrogance that could not be ignored.

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly.

"At a young age, I was covered in a bad smell. I will completely wipe out my reputation when I sold it to you. You should go and harm others' paintings..."

Song Chi's face was choked and his eyes were cold.

After all, even if she was so belittled in front of Cheng Yi's mother, she would be a little embarrassed.

For a moment, the air was filled with awkward silence.

The white-bearded old man glanced at Su Nan, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Do you buy it?"

Su Nan pursed her lips, "If you don't buy it, I have the smell of money too!"

The white-bearded old man laughed in anger.

Song Chi was unwilling to give up and his tone was cold and stern.

"Sir, why don't you sell it to me, but ask others on your own initiative?"

"Because she is beautiful!"

The old white-bearded man said it for granted.

Song Chi was choked and stood there coldly, glaring at him.

Guan Zhiling couldn't control so much, so he tried his best to wink Su Nan.

Don't refuse!

She really wants it!

Su Nan pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment.

Backspeak.

"How much does it cost, I'll buy it?"

She didn't want to fight Song Chi.

It's Guan Zhiling who wants it.

She is Cheng Yi's mother, and for Cheng Yi's sake, she couldn't turn around and leave.

"Little girl, I sold a pair of them to the royal family of Country Y in Europe, with nine million pounds. How much did you pay?"

Su Nan was a little surprised.

Guan Zhiling and Song Chi were even more shocked.

Song Chi thinks she has seen the world, but she has never understood the value in the cultural circle in depth.

A painting of nine million pounds?

This should be kept in a museum...

Su Nan raised his eyebrows, it was worth the price.

Seeing that Guan Zhiling really wanted it, she nodded, and her casual temperament had an aura that could not be ignored.

"Then I'll pay twice."

Don't be too stingy either.

Old man Wei was even more attentive to Su Nan's throat.

"Ha, so generous."

"You are worth this price."

Su Nan smiled.

A few seconds passed.

Old man Wei snorted coldly.

"That won't be sold to you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Chi smiled proudly.

Su Nan is just like that.

Guan Zhiling looked at the white-bearded old man anxiously, and he couldn't miss this opportunity for nothing...

Su Nan sighed helplessly.

Finally he spoke out and stopped Old Man Wei from leaving.
Chapter completed!