The top CEO is my ex-boyfriend

"It's just like that." Ji Shi glanced at the peony painting on the stage that he had drawn a few years ago. At that time, he had not reconciled with Fu Tingli yet. He was still a little resentful when he painted this picture, and his brushstrokes were heavier, which made the painting more solemn.

"I still like the two pictures we just took." Ji Shi said with a smile.

It is estimated that these two paintings were put up by mistake by the staff, after all, the paintings are not yet completed.

But what does it matter? He can just go back and finish the rest.

He likes these two loving paintings and it makes him feel good just looking at them.

The second painting soon went up for auction.

"It looks like Mr. Fu will return empty-handed today." Qi Lin walked closer to Fu Tingli and said gloatingly.

Before Fu Tingli could reply, Ji Shi said, "We also took two photos."

We...these two words sound a bit harsh.

Qi Lin looked at the little beauty who had played a trick on him and suddenly remembered the mobile phone number he had given him. Ripples began to form in his heart again. Could it be that this little girl was playing hard to get with him?

Thinking of this, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled a little obscenely.

The auction price of the second painting was quickly called up to 30 million. After exceeding this price, fewer people were bidding because the person bidding was the young man next to Mr. Wu.

They were simply unable to compete for the paintings that Mr. Wu wanted.

But there are still some people who are unwilling to give it a try. After all, this opportunity is too rare and the value of this painting is more than 30 million. As long as it does not exceed their inner limit, they still want to give it a try.

"Fifty million." Mr. Wu personally called out the price.

Everyone fell silent.

Forget it. I can’t win the argument.

In the end, the second painting was bought by Mr. Wu for 50 million yuan.

"Grandpa, I'm afraid you will be so happy that you won't be able to sleep tonight." The boy teased cunningly.

"Mr. Wu, congratulations!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Wu!"

"We've gained a lot tonight."

"Mr. Wu is still as skilled as ever."

Everyone came over to congratulate.

Wei Qing was a little disappointed that he didn't make the painting, but he also came over to congratulate him, "Congratulations, Mr. Wu. I wonder if I have the honor to appreciate these two masterpieces again?"

If he can't collect it, at least he can take a few more looks at it.

Mr. Wu said to Mr. Ming, "Before the painting is delivered to me tonight, it can continue to be exhibited in this gallery."

Mr. Ming put his hands together and said, "Mr. Wu is so generous!"

The young man said to the crowd, "Please don't gather too close. My grandfather is old and not in good health. Please spread out to allow more air circulation."

"You little brat, who are you saying is in poor health?" Mr. Wu raised his hand and patted the young man's arm with great force, and there was a loud slap.

The boy rubbed his arm aggrievedly and muttered softly, "I didn't say anything wrong."

Mr. Ming's voice came through the microphone again, "Next is the announcement of the secret auction price. Are you ready?"

"The bids for the secret auction tonight will be made public? This is rare."

"You can tell from the looks of it that you haven't been to Mr. Ming's gallery very often. To be fair, Mr. Ming usually makes the auction prices public to prevent anyone from secretly colluding with the staff."

"This has never happened before. Usually, everyone is ready to leave when this stage comes. But today is special. There is a lone ranger here, and so many people just didn't get the photos they wanted, so everyone wants to stay and see who has beaten them."