Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Mr. Jiang, the auction has begun. Please follow me and take a seat."

Just as Tang Wenwan was hiding in Jiang Kaichen's arms, staring at Mr. Zhang, wanting to look but not daring to, and shrinking her head, the housekeeper appeared in front of them again.

As the cheerful opening music sounded, the lights in the auction hall gradually dimmed, and the guests, led by their butlers, sat down in their exclusive seats one after another.

Passing through the direct passage of the VIP lounge, the butler led them to the VIP audience seats near the auction table.

There are exquisite round wooden tables and comfortable single sofas with backrests. There is a number plate on each table to facilitate buyers to bid later.

Tang Wenwan forgot her embarrassment for a moment, and looked around like a curious baby, quickly blending into the tense atmosphere of the entire auction hall.

She looked around and saw that everyone at the table was wearing formal evening gowns, and their faces were all filled with anticipation and excitement as they looked towards the stage.

The gorgeous chandelier cast a warm yellowish light, illuminating the entire auction hall, as if bringing people a sacred and solemn feeling.

On the main stage was a luxurious auction table inlaid with dazzling crystal decorations, reflecting a sparkling light.

The young and handsome auctioneer on the stage was making final preparations for the upcoming auction. He was wearing an exquisite suit and standing there calmly and confidently.

Suddenly, brisk music sounded, the lights in the auction hall dimmed, and everyone's eyes were focused on the large screen on the auction table. The screen showed the image of the first artwork to be auctioned, which instantly caused a burst of admiration.

This is a rare piece of work on the market - an oil painting titled "The Beauty of Silence".

It was created by the legendary artist Roland, who is world-renowned for his unique expression and outstanding skills.

In the picture, a silent forest is illuminated by soft sunlight, and the leaves sway gently in the breeze, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility. With its delicate brushstrokes and vivid colors, this painting shows the mystery and beauty of nature.

"Dear collectors, thank you for your enthusiastic attention to this painting "The Beauty of Silence". This work can be called a treasure in the history of art. I don't need to introduce its collection value and heritage significance in detail. The starting price is 10 million today~~"

The auctioneer's voice was so bewitching that the whole place became excited after a brief silence.

"Fifteen million~"

"Eighteen million~"

"Twenty million~"

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As the sound of placards rose and fell, the auctioneer's bidding voice became more and more excited.

"Eighty million~ The guests at table ten want an additional eighty million. Does anyone want to add a little more?"

When the auctioneer called out the price to the climax, a plum tomato was stuffed into Tang Wenwan's little mouth, which had been open all the time. Jiang Kaichen's eagle eyes were bent with laughter at her cute look of actively watching the fun.

"Want it?"

Jiang Kaichen whispered in her ear and pushed the number plate on the table towards Tang Wenwan's hand.

"Hmm~"

Tang Wenwan finally realized that she needed to chew the food in her mouth, but with her mouth full of juice, she could only shake her head and refuse.

"Can this painting be sold for so much money? Then can my paintings also be sold for a lot of money?"

After finally swallowing the fruit in her mouth, she leaned close to Jiang Kaichen and asked in a low voice.

She had never had the concept of monetizing her works before. Everyone in her family who paints has their own gallery agent. Today, her horizons were broadened and her mind was opened as well. She asked as if she suddenly realized something.

Hawkeye stopped smiling, his eyes darkened. He raised his hand and pulled Tang Wenwan into his arms, saying:

"Our Wanwan's paintings are priceless and will not be sold!"

Tang Wenwan then remembered that the boy had said the same thing in his previous life.

He seemed to be very averse to showing anything about himself to the public. Whether it was a person or a work, he kept it carefully to himself and was not willing to share it with anyone.

My mood was instantly dragged down. No wonder I didn't want to paint later on Tianjing Island. My works have never been recognized by society and the market, and my sense of value is indeed a bit unsatisfied.

By the time Jiang Kaichen discovered that Tang Wenwan was in a low mood, the auction was almost coming to an end.

When a plate of apple pie was smashed to pieces in a fit of anger and then pushed out, he finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Feeling bored?"

I rubbed Tang Wenwan's waist and intuitively thought that she was tired of sitting and was in a bad mood.

"no!"

Tang Wenwan, who had a lot of opinions but didn't know how to express them, could only say the negative in a harsh voice.

"Since there's nothing you like, let's go back first. We're tired after sitting for so long."

Jiang Kaichen was a little confused by this sudden emotion. He tried to coax her patiently, and quickly began to review in his mind which sentence had hit the girl's pain point.

"do not want!"

But who knew that the more she coaxed her, the worse the situation became, and her pouting little mouth was clearly on the verge of exploding.

Jiang Kaichen didn't dare to say anything more, so he leaned back in his chair with a tingling scalp, and habitually looked for Wang Feng with his eyes, wanting to see if that cobbler could have any good ideas.

I didn't see Wang Feng, but I saw a familiar figure walking towards the side of the auction table.

Alan Navadia was holding something in his hand and discussing something with the staff. Even Mr. Zhang was invited over.

Arun Navadia talked with the staff and then handed the collection to Mr. Zhang for identification.

Mr. Zhang observed the details of the painting attentively, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Dear collectors and art lovers, I am honored to announce that today's finale auction item is a work that is not even listed in our collection brochure. It is a rare and authentic painting by the ten-year-old prodigy of the Tang family, Miss Tang Wenwan."

"The painting of the little girl from the Tang family?"

"Is that the girl from the Tang family who later became the painter's mentor to the Japanese prince?"

"She is the only one in their family who has paintings and her works are not available on the market."

"It is said that he stopped painting after he was ten years old. In the following two years, the practice paintings he made while teaching the prince in Japan were also kept as national collections and never circulated on the market."

The hall was instantly in an uproar, and for the first time, the discussions at the table drowned out the auctioneer's voice on the stage.

The scene returned to silence only when the auctioneer displayed the paintings in front of everyone.

Those were the eyes of a young boy, gloomy yet full of power, deep yet firm and sharp, with a hawk-like and tiger-like determination revealed in the slightest confusion.

"Is this the work of a ten-year-old painter? He is indeed a member of the Tang family!"

“No wonder the original is hard to find on the market. The delicacy of the expression is so exquisite that no one can surpass it!”

There was chaos in the venue for a while, and many people excitedly left their seats and rushed to the stage, wanting to observe the works up close.

Tang Wenwan felt a pain in her waist and then she realized that Jiang Kaichen's expression had changed.

The souls of both worlds were responding to the stress at the same time. She turned around and hugged his waist, her head nestled in his arms, and coaxed him with all her tenderness:

"Calm down! Calm down first! Don't lose your temper!"