On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Here Jiang Shu almost believed it.

She stared at the painting for a long time, dark blue tone, smoke rising in the town, and a crescent moon hanging above her head. From the perspective of artistic appreciation, it is indeed worth two points, but unfortunately——

Someone in the audience booed: "Then did you get together later?"

Wen Su blushed, "Didn't you all see it?"

The booing from the audience became more enthusiastic.

The bidding has started.

Some people in the audience sent favors, went back and forth for several rounds, and took 100 million photos.

It is a high price, but for her first few paintings, it seems mediocre, not even half of it.

Wen Su snuggled into Jiang Lingyu's arms and didn't feel anything wrong at first.

Jiang Shu saw someone raising a sign: [-] million and [-] thousand.

The woman in the celebrity district didn't take pictures for a long time. She looked down at her phone and didn't move.

This scene was a bit embarrassing, but fortunately the host is used to big scenes, he held the microphone and said politely: "Are there any customers who want to increase the price? We will donate all the proceeds from today's auction to poor mountainous areas."

There was a rustling conversation in the audience, but no one raised their cards again.

It's okay to accept human affection to this point, but it's not worth paying a high price to take a painting that has no collection value.

The strange silence caught the attention of the tea room.

Jiang Shu seemed to be able to feel that scorching gaze, which was like a flame, rushing in quietly.

What kind of expression will Fu Shiyan watch this show now?

She was almost excited.

The woman in the celebrity district received a message. She looked down, but still didn't raise her sign.

The host in the audience held the delivery hammer, with cold sweat on his forehead. It seems that today's painting will be sold at a very low price...

"One million and one million times?"

Jiang Shu's cell phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, she took it out to take a look, it was from An Jie: I'm here.

"Twice one million and one thousand."

She put it back, picked up the shoes with her toes, and stood on the high heels again. From this angle, Wen Su could be seen fidgeting.

Wen Jing on the side looked dignified and more majestic.

"One million and one thousand..."

When the hammer fell, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Sorry, this painting cannot be traded as an auction item!"

High-pitched English.

Everyone followed and saw that it was a foreign woman with blond hair, about 30 or [-] years old, she walked in quickly, followed by a girl who followed suit.

The foreign woman showed anger. Her appearance caused some people present to secretly raise their mobile phones, because she was a well-known landscape painter abroad.

Someone whispered.

Jiang Shu stood in the corner and turned her head slightly. She almost enjoyed Wensu's current posture, pale, slender, and trembling.

Jiang Lingyu looked at Wen Su, puzzled.The latter shook his head helplessly.

No one could stop that 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 in public. Today I was surprised to hear that someone copied my painting and made a profit. I am deeply angry. I will definitely make the plagiarist pay the due price! "

Tough and non-negotiable, she directly tore her face apart without giving the slightest chance.

Wensu almost had to be supported by others to barely stand.

All the people gathered here today are famous people in Haicheng. When they see such a farce, it means...the whole circle will know about it.

Wen Shu... plagiarized at her birthday party...