She stared at the painting for a long time, with dark blue tones, smoke rising in the town, and a crescent moon hanging above her head. In terms of art appreciation, it was indeed worth two cents, but unfortunately——
Someone in the audience booed: "Then did you get together later?"
Wensu blushed, "Didn't you all see it?"
The cheers from the audience became even louder.
Bidding has started.
Some people in the audience gave me a favor and took several rounds of photos, and finally I got one million.
It was a high price, but compared to her previous paintings, they seemed mediocre, not even half as much.
Wensu snuggled into Jiang Lingyu's arms and didn't feel anything was wrong at first.
Jiang Shu saw someone holding up a sign: 1.01 million.
The woman in the ladies area did not follow her for a while. She looked down at her phone and made no move.
This scene was a bit embarrassing, but fortunately the host was used to big scenes. He held the microphone and politely said: "Are there any other customers who want to increase the price? All the proceeds from our auction today will be donated to impoverished mountainous areas."
The audience heard whispers of chatter, but no one raised their placards.
Accepting a favor to this extent is okay, but if you really have to spend a high price to buy a painting that has no collection value, it is not worth it.
The strange silence attracted the attention in the tea room.
Jiang Shu seemed to be able to feel the burning gaze, which was like a flame, rushing in quietly.
How will Fu Shiyan look at this show now?
She was almost excited.
The woman in the ladies area received a message. She lowered her head and glanced, but still did not raise her sign.
The host in the audience was holding the auction hammer and sweating on his forehead. It seemed that this painting would be sold at a very low price today...
"One million and one million times?"
Jiang Shu's cell phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She took it out and took a look. It came from Anjie: Someone has arrived.
"One million and one thousand times."
She put them back on, picked up the shoes with her toes, and stood on the high heels again. From this angle, Wensu could be seen fidgeting.
Wen Jing's face on the side looked solemn and more majestic.
"One million and one million..."
As the hammer fell, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Sorry, this painting cannot be traded as an auction item!"
High-pitched English.
Everyone looked around and saw that it was a foreign woman with blond hair, about 20 or 30 years old. She walked in quickly, followed by a girl.
The foreign woman looked angry, and her appearance made some people present secretly raise their mobile phones, because this was a famous foreign landscape painter.
Someone shouted.
Jiang Shu stood in the corner, tilting her head slightly. She almost enjoyed it, admiring Wensu's current posture, pale, slender, and trembling.
Jiang Lingyu looked at Wensu, puzzled. The latter shook his head feebly.
No one could stop the foreign woman. She had already stepped forward and projected the information she brought on the big screen.
"This painting is the most meaningful of all my paintings. It has never been exhibited publicly. Today I was shocked to hear that someone copied my painting and made a profit. I am deeply angry. I will definitely make the plagiarists pay the due price!
"
Tough and not negotiable, she directly broke her face without giving the slightest chance.
Wensu almost had to rely on others to help him stand.
Those gathered here today are all prominent figures in Haicheng. If they see such a farce, it means... the whole circle will know about it.