The top CEO is my ex-boyfriend

Avicii told her, "For this kind of art work, the most important thing is how the owner views it. If you think it's worth one million, then it's only worth one million. If you think it's worth ten million, then it's worth ten million."

Lucy thought about it and raised her card again, "Seven million!" The voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone.

"Seven million, isn't this price too high?" Xuanyuan Xing touched his chin and said, "Can't Avicii see the true value of this ring? Why did he let that girl bid like that?"

"Why do you care whether other people's prices are high or not?" Liu Su stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.

Xuanyuan Xing looked at Liu Su aggrievedly. He wanted to say something, but something was in his mouth, so he could only shut up and chew.

The second lot is up.

A sudden exclamation came from the booth next to us.

"Isn't that your work?" Lucy stared at the star necklace on the screen and said to Avicii, "Why does it say that the author is a lonely old man?"

Avicii pulled the corner of his lip and waved at her, "Stop talking."

Lucy has a rich imagination. When he connected it with what Avicii just said about the man in the booth next to him plagiarizing, it seemed like he had an idea.

"So it was the lonely old man who plagiarized your work." Lucy concluded on the matter.

Avicii didn't answer, but just smiled bitterly.

This expression was enough to hint to Lucy that her guess was correct.

Lucy was filled with indignation, "That's too much!"

She stood up with a snap, holding the microphone she had just used to bid, and shouted to the people downstairs, "This work is suspected of plagiarism. You didn't even investigate it thoroughly before putting it up for auction. Do you think we, the customers, are fools?"

After she finished speaking, the whole audience fell silent, some even confused.

The host, in particular, opened his mouth slightly at this moment, even forgetting his professional smile, staring blankly upstairs, as if he was watching some Arabian Nights fairy tale.

"Lucy, forget it, stop talking." Avicii said to Lucy.

Lucy waved her hand at him, "Don't worry about it. I will definitely seek justice for you."

After the host realized what was happening, he quickly took the opportunity to control the situation. "Dear customer, please be patient. You just said that this work was suspected of plagiarism. Do you have any evidence?"

People were also talking about it. After all, many people knew the name of the lonely old man, and the designer was also very low-key and mysterious. Every work he produced would cause a sensation, but it would not be widely publicized, and only a small number of people could actually participate in the purchasing channels.

But that small number of people are those whom they cannot afford to offend. How could a work approved by those people be suspected of plagiarism?

Lucy's voice sounded again, "I saw the design drawings of this work a few years ago. This design drawing was made by my friend."

The host asked, "Can you please tell me which designer your friend is?"

"Avicii."

As Lucy said the name, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Compared to the lonely old man, Avicii is actually more famous, but not in a way that is recognized by his ability. Rather, the lonely old man is more like a reclusive artist, while Avicii is a star who is often active on the screen.

"Mr. Avicii, this work is actually Mr. Avicii's work?"

"If it was really Avicii's work, how could the design drawings be taken by the lonely old man? Did the two know each other? If they really knew the lonely old man, they would have told him long ago."