Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

At the auction, Bai Qingjiu heard that his first painting was up, and rubbed his hands nervously in the background. In fact, he was not very sure, it would be an honor to sell it for [-] to [-].

One person directly shouted the price: "100 million."

"One million deals!"

The second painting was finished. At the beginning, some customers added 1 to 300 yuan. Bai Qingjiu felt that it was almost the same, and another person called for the price: "[-] million."

"One million deals!"

How could his paintings be sold at such a price? Bai Qingjiu couldn't hear the sound behind him, only hearing the hammer fall, his heart almost jumped out.

In the third painting, Bai Qingjiu came to the stage to give an explanation. Since he is not a celebrity, it seems more sincere to come forward in person.

After the painting was brought out, Bai Qingjiu squeezed his palms tightly. He has never been good at speaking, let alone locked in a big house for five years. After he came out, how much communication ability was left.

Following the host's speech, Bai Qingjiu followed the painting and stood on the stage. At this time, Wei Chengyuan was sitting in the first row closest to him, looking at him with encouragement and approval.

Bai Qingjiu opened his mouth with a clear and pleasant voice: "Hi everyone, I am the author of this work, Bai Qingjiu, it expresses..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and just as he was about to tell the inspiration for the painting, he saw Murong Qin sitting under the stage with a deep expression on his face.

Murong Qin's eyes were deep, covered with a dark aura, every slight movement of his face made Bai Qingjiu short of breath and restless.

Sitting next to Murong Qin was a young and beautiful boy. Those who can appear here are either rich or expensive. After adjusting several seats, he sat next to Murong Qin. He was afraid to talk to him before, until now, he said coquettishly: "What, I won't say half of what I said."

Murong Qin glared at him, and the boy immediately clung to him: "Mr. Murong, I'm Xue Qin, we met at the party, do you remember me?"

Murong Qin didn't want to pay attention to it at first, and looked up at the white wine on the stage. His expression was pale and tense, and he seemed not at all surprised by his appearance.

Murong Qin felt congested in his heart, and when he thought of him leaving afterwards, his blood soared, and he grabbed Xue Qin's wrist: "This watch is really pretty."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Murong."

Bai Qingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "This painting doesn't make any sense, thank you everyone."

"It doesn't make sense to stand there for so long, it's fooling people."

"This is still a student. The student's manuscript is sold out, and he is crazy about money."

"I think it's very beautiful and very artistic."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, Xue Qin pulled Murong Qin's sleeve and pulled the distance closer: "Mr. Murong, what does this painting mean? One person is lying on the cloud, dead? The other turned around and left. This is a pair of lovers." Huh? It's so cruel."

Bai Qingjiu's nails sank into his palms, and he curled up tightly. He didn't say a word of the words he had prepared. Just seeing Murong Qin leaning against others, talking and laughing, his heart was filled with bitterness. up.

Whether it's Xia Yu or someone else, Bai Qingjiu can't control his selfishness. He is jealous, distorted, and extremely uncomfortable. Obviously he can't get him, and he can't see him being nice to others.

Bai Qingjiu just wanted to leave the stage right now, even if no one bought the painting or sold it.

In the past five years, Murong Qin often didn't come back at night, Bai Qingjiu didn't ask a word.

I can't control him, just please don't let me see.

Murong Qin said: "You never believed me."

what do you want me to believeIn the past five years, Bai Qingjiu has been ignorant and worrying about gains and losses every day. Is what you can keep is possession?

No, he never... never belonged to me.

"300."

In the noisy auction scene, a voice finally shouted out, it was none other than Wei Chengyuan.

Bai Qingjiu froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Mr. Wei..."

He said he would buy it, but this painting is not worth so much money. Before the auction, Wei Chengyuan said that the auction price was [-] cents, and he would keep half of it, and the remaining half for charity.

Bai Qingjiu expected tens of thousands of yuan at most, and kept half of it by then, which would be enough for his father's medical expenses in the near future.

Murong Qin snorted contemptuously, and looked sideways at Xue Qin: "Do you like this painting?"

Xue Qin nodded and was right: "It's okay."

Murong Qin held up his number plate: "400 million."

Xue Qin was taken aback: "Mr. Murong, I don't want it. You have already taken two pictures of him. Are his paintings really that valuable?"

Murong Qin pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were bright: "Of course it's worth money."

Wei Chengyuan said: "500 million."

Everyone sighed, Ming Dynasty porcelain was not so expensive, this is just a student painting, the Murong family is rich, it is not surprising to spend several million to buy two paintings.

But this charity event is organized by Wei Chengyuan, he joins in the fun, he just sells it if he likes it.

Bai Qingjiu's face turned pale, what are they arguing about?It's just a painting. In their eyes, are millions just a casual number?

Murong Qin gritted his teeth and clapped again and again: "Okay, okay, what Mr. Wei likes must be a good thing, I'm going to make it."

Wei Chengyuan turned around and smiled: "Mr. Murong, you've already taken two pictures of Xiaobai today, and it's really costly."

"I'm not short of money, 600 million."

Bai Qingjiu was short of breath, he couldn't even hold the painting steady, his voice was buried under the tense tension between the two: "I won't sell it...you..."

Wei Chengyuan did his part: "800 million."

Bai Qingjiu was astonished: "Mr. Wei, don't be like this. I won't sell the painting. You can just give it to you if you like it. There's no need to spend so much money."

Murong Qin's fists creaked, okay Bai Qingjiu, how dare you say such words in front of me.

Murong Qin glared at the stage, Bai Qingjiu took two steps back, took the painting off the shelf, turned around and was about to step off the stage.

Everyone was amazed what a good show this is, it's just a painting, it's worth fighting to the death with two big businessmen?

As for the frail little painter standing on the stage, he was quite pretty, and he smiled.

"1000."

This voice came from the rear of the auction, and Bai Qingjiu stopped in his tracks. It was neither Wei Chengyuan nor Murong Qin, but a voice that sounded familiar but he couldn't remember it at all.

Xia Changyan stepped forward: "Since you have come to the auction, you must abide by the rules. The highest bidder wins. I will offer 1000 million. Do you want to add more?"

Murong Qin narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Xia Changyan, why are you here to join in the fun?"

"I don't want outsiders to fight over what belongs to me."

Wei Chengyuan didn't know why, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Murong Qin. At this moment, he was quite pregnant: "It's just a painting, let him do it."

The staff took the painting from Bai Qingjiu's hand, and he was dizzy until he walked backstage.