MTL - My Family Really Has A Goldmine-Chapter 67 Maison Blanche
The middle-aged man beside Su An said to her in English "congratulation", and she could barely squeeze a smile.
Even if Yinel's paintings had a market, they could not sell for more than 100,000 yuan.
The charity auction is still underway, and there are already auctions with prices exceeding that painting, but they are limited edition watches with exclusive colors for the team.
In terms of economic value, in a short period of time, it is impossible for yinel's paintings to appreciate to a high price of 135,000 euros.
At the beginning of the auction, others just bid at the lowest markup of the auction. Gradually, somehow, the price started to double.
In the end, she almost just wanted to take this picture quickly. When she saw yinel, she had no other thoughts about whether someone had deliberately raised the price.
Yinel debuted for two years, and the highest price of paintings sold at the exhibition was only 30,000 euros. She is very aggressive and has not yet been thoroughly explored by the art world. She is in the process of growing into a long process. 30,000 euros are already an illegal Impressionist It is a sky-high transaction.
Su An's mood is complicated.
With more than 1 million yuan, she said she had grabbed the painting from many art collectors, saying that it was worth the flower, but she couldn't really admit that her favorite artist had reached one million. Auction value.
Chuannan beside him didn't know, congratulating her blindly, and there was no lack of envy in her tone: "An lemon! You can see yinel."
After the charity auction is over, the Foundation specially prepared a charity dinner for all guests.
Due to the close date of the Cannes Film Festival, there were many guests from the film and television industry who attended the dinner.
There are also domestic ones.
So there were a lot of domestic media present.
With 135,000 euros, Su An personally sent Yinel to the domestic hot search.
[Happy Paris! Chinese Impressionist artist Yinel successfully auctioned for 135,000 euros]
[A picture of a suite in a third-tier city, sour]
[I do n’t understand series of the rich world / bye]
[Our Chinese painters are fighting / applauding]
[This painter is in his early days, how many painters have sold in this life will not add up to this number]
[I checked the artist's debut only two years ago, and the person who made the painting is really rich]
Several foreign guests who just bid with her congratulated her with champagne.
The curator of the auction also came to thank her.
Yinel is a piece of jade that has not been polished completely. The planner thanked her for her bidding. She successfully sent Yinel to the public. The talented art student from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts has a bright future. Through this high-price auction, in the future The value of her work will only increase.
This is the art world. It pretends to be lofty, but it is extremely urgent to be recognized by the outside world.
Su An asked if he could meet with Yinel.
The planners readily agreed and said they would contact yinel's agent.
Not long after, the planner asked her to go to the back room to meet yinel, but said there was no follow-up interview with the media.
She asked why, the planner shrugged and said "inconvenience."
After the other party left, Chuannan, who had been standing behind her, began to remind her: "An Ning, don't you really want to ask the media to shoot?"
"Yinel said that he would not accept the media's follow-up, you just heard it." Su An frowned, with a light tone: "She never saw the buyer. This time, if I didn't buy her paintings at a high price, I might not be able to meet her."
"Did you spend so much money to buy her paintings, wasn't it just for her to be seen by the public? You asked the media to shoot her, but also gave her a chance to be exposed, so that she will also develop in the future in China. Much went smoothly. "Chuannan tried to convince her:" And aren't you telling her about her work being plagiarized? It happens that the media is next to her. As long as she stamps the plagiarism, Big Rong Rong will be finished immediately, and she wants to wash it. It's late, it's worth your money. "
Su An glanced at her: "You seem to hate Darong Rong."
Suddenly in the south of Sichuan, she converged a little anxiously, held her hand and whispered and explained, "You know I played well with Tutu Candy before you, and the big banyan caused her to retreat. I don't Denying did hate him a bit, but this time I really can't see how the black spots on her body can still be protected by so many brain residues, and I want the public to recognize her earlier. "
"It doesn't matter to me." Su An looked at her coldly, and gently put down the champagne in her hand: "I just simply couldn't get her to copy the painter I like. Even without her, I would still take pictures of Yinel. One hundred thousand is not for your so-called righteous heart, but for yinel. "
Chuan Nanxun nodded: "I see."
Then he poked his lips and snorted slightly towards the champagne glass.
Su An's eyes were quiet: "As long as you can see Yinel, this money is not a waste of money."
She persuaded herself in her heart that with the talent of yinel, she would soon be worth millions if she did not have this auction, and she would surely be among the famous in the future.
As for Darong Rong, she wouldn't look at that woman more if she hadn't been there.
Huo Qingchun, who had been listening to the two women silently, bit her glass and murmured, "This is true love powder."
"It's not just true love, it's no different from brain residual powder." Chuannan whispered into his ear and groaned. "Where is that yinel good? I don't see anything special about her painting."
"You ask me? I can't tell the difference between a sketch of a human body with twenty pieces on the street and a painting inlaid in Phnom Penh in the museum." Huo Qingchun took a sip of wine and said in a leisurely tone: "But I know When it comes to Impressionism, almost all men are reminded of male painters, and there are few outstanding female painters. This yinel was called the Academy of Art's Belt Morriso when he was at the Academy of Fine Arts. The Academy of Fine Arts has a touring art exhibition. After this big exposure, this painting can cover at most five or six years, and An Ning will be able to earn back more than one million. "
The value of the collection, apart from the hobby, is more about the appreciation of the work itself.
Chuannan shook his lips: "So do you want to persuade her?"
Before the two were discussing further, Su An finally said quietly: "You go and contact a few domestic media."
Huo Qingchun and Chuannan smiled.
Chuannan laughed and said, "Then I'll post a Weibo now?"
Su An just hummed.
After receiving the reply, Chuannan took out his mobile phone and tweeted a message.
My family lives in the south of Sichuan: Congratulations to Miss Su An lenmon for taking yinel's painting. I will meet with yinel later. My heart is also excited / excited / excited / excited
[Bottom? ? ? ? That picture was taken by Miss Su? ? ? 】
[More than one million for charity, No.1 Bai Fumei / Lemon in Real Beauty District]
[I know Miss Su is rich but I really didn't expect her to be so rich! !! 】
[I said long ago, Miss Su is really white! rich! nice! Why do people think of a plagiarized dog every time I say Bai Fumei?
[Ah, ah, ah, nan, do you guys ask yinel about the plagiarism of Da Rongrong? I really ca n’t get used to her fans washing the floor / laughing]
Chuannan responded: [Yes, we came to Paris for this purpose]
[Ooooooooo little justice me Nan! I love you to death! 】
[Da Rongrong is finally about to fall, I will laugh for a while first hahahahahahahaha]
[Ms. Su and Nannan are also great, do n’t miss it, you ca n’t make it in this life / crying]
As soon as she posted this Weibo, the hot search immediately arranged it.
# 买下 yinel 画 的 是 苏安 #
The topics are all boasting of the beauty of the people of Su'an and their honesty, honesty, and richness, as well as the need to meet live.
Chuannan and Huo Qingchun have already found the media and can send news to China at any time.
Yinel and Su An Yue met in the private reception room of the back hall, but did not let South Sichuan and Huo Qingchun follow up.
But several domestic media came in together.
She glanced at a few people carrying the camera: "If Yinel makes it clear that he is not willing to be photographed, you go out quickly."
"Yes, you will definitely ask about her work being copied?" The photographer couldn't wait to ask her.
She raised an eyebrow. "Of course."
After speaking, I sat down on the couch in the center of the reception room.
The gate on the other side leads directly to the backstage of the auction, when yinel will come out from there.
Su An pinched her fingers nervously.
She has always been fond of Impressionism, and has collected a lot of famous paintings. She began to appreciate Yinel's paintings from that younggirl.
Obviously there is no girl in the painting, but from the perspective of that painting, she can see a young girl sitting by the window, looking dumb.
So he bought it without hesitation and even hung it in his own restaurant.
Su An has imagined many times, what exactly yinel looks like, she has not graduated long before, she must be young, she is brilliant, she must be very temperamental.
She's the Morte of Paris Academy of Fine Arts, and she must be beautiful too.
For the first time, Su An was so helpless.
Even more nervous than when she faced Shen Du when she was younger.
What she is thinking about now is that fans see idols.
The door across the sofa opened slowly, and Su An quickly stood up.
The cameraman pointed the lens at the door.
The young woman wearing a small black dress with a retro masionblanche strap went into the reception room.
Long black waist with long curly hair, makeup and dresses, seductive red lips set a woman's skin white.
An extremely beautiful woman.
But it is also extremely familiar.
Rong Rong thought that she had gone to the meeting room, and thought that the agent was indeed talking about this room. She looked at Su An with a pale face, and a few cameras that could not wait to put the lens on her face. .
After a long silence, she questioned softly, "You bought the painting?"
When she asked this sentence, she did not expect that the picture at this moment had been broadcast live in China.
Hot search burst.
#yinel 大 榕榕 # Hanging in the first position.
The forum's live hot posts are updated with the latest news from Paris.
[Is anyone watching the live broadcast, ah, the big rongong is yinel! !! !! This wave reversed and I knelt down]
[I **** so long after plagiarizing melon. You told me that plagiarism and being plagiarized are the same person? ? ? This melon is really poisonous
【A person? ? ? A person? ? ? 】
[What kind of magic plot? ? ? 】
[What does Darong Rong take to play a pig and eat a tiger script? ? ? 】
[Now, this is the first time you eat plagiarism]
[Some days ago, someone guessed that the big rongrong was the yinel's building, which was mocked for three pages, but the landlord was a prophet, and his face was sore]
[Ran a question, Darong Rong is absolutely dead today, noble, cold and gorgeous, so I can see that I turn fast]
South Sichuan, standing at the door of the reception room, refreshed the live broadcast in real time.
Until she saw the familiar figure in the picture, shaking her head and repeatedly denying the facts she saw: "Da Rongrong and yinel are the same person? Are they really the same person? This is impossible, impossible."
Huo Qingchun's complexion was pale and her mental capacity was worse than her. She couldn't say a word with her lips pressed.
"It's the same person." There was a sudden chuckle from behind.
Mu Liangqin embraced the shoulders of the two with a sweet hand, and his tone of sympathy was: "The two are standing in the wrong team again, their faces hurt?"
Chuannan turned and stared at her fiercely, and the unwillingness and embarrassment in his eyes made full use of Mu Liangqin's eyes.
"I really thought that Rongrong could step down after changing to a personal station?" Mu Liangqin froze and stretched out his forefinger and shook with pride two times: "Instead of thinking about how to stand in line with others every day, it is better to ponder your video level. Get more promotion to keep up with our Rongrong heels. "
Chuannan raised his voice: "What are you proud of?"
"I'm not allowed to be complacent, shouldn't I be so mean?" Mu Liangqin looked down at the two people with very ugly faces: "I tell you, the best way to wash white now is to quickly tweet about it as a stigma We apologize, or your fans will run out. "
After she said this, she fluttered wherever she came from.
Chuannan yelled at his mother a few times.
Huo Qingchun rolled his eyes: "What's the use of scolding now? Your face has been swollen. Hurry up and delete Weibo."
However, her Weibo had just been guarded by a group of fans, and the rainbow fart flew up and was deleted in a blink of an eye.
Fans whose faces were beaten into pig heads moved faster than her.
Under the comment was captured by the big Rongrong fans.
[Is the little guard right? 】
[Ha ha ha ha ha comment is half off instantly, fans continue to delete, anyway, we have screenshots / pick noses]
[Smile to my face!]
[Stamp our stamps at random, do n’t you apologize for plagiarism? 】
[This wave of reversal is really cool Hahahaha]
Chuannan was short of breath, and his hands were almost unsteady. He quickly deleted the Weibo and closed the comment.
At this time, you must pretend to be dead.
At the moment, Su An in the reception room was about to bite and bleed on her lips, and she was shaking uncontrollably. She stared at the woman in front of her for a few minutes before asking the word. Fact: "Are you yinel?"
Rong Rong nodded unknownly, then pointed at those cameras, his voice was a bit cold: "I'm not saying, do not accept follow-up photography and interviews?"
The cameraman looked at Su An a little helplessly.
It's a shame not to shoot such a hot picture, but it can't violate professional ethics. After all, they are regular media, not sneak shots of paparazzi.
Ashamed, Su An shook her hand and yelled, "Go out!"
The cameraman shrugged his shoulders and complained, but left honestly.
Anyway, the picture was also taken, and the remaining text is for editing, and their task has been completed.
Rong Rong doesn't know why Su An's face is so ugly, only when she can't accept the fact, thinking that the lens has just been put on her face, it is estimated that everyone will know that Yinel is her tomorrow.
In addition to being scolded by Grandpa last time, it was really good for her.
She was also unpretentious and thanked Su An directly: "Thank you for appreciating my paintings, I am very happy."
As everyone knows, this sentence in Su An's ears is a sharp irony.
"I underestimated you." Su An suddenly laughed at herself: "No wonder you have been pretending to die, just to humiliate me?"
"Ah?" Rong Rongdun was surprised, his voice was a little puzzled: "I don't know if it was you who bought the painting."
Su An looked at her coldly: "Even the innocent look you pretend in front of Shen Du, what else do you need to pretend here? I spent so much money on your paintings, so humiliated by you, You kill two birds with one stone, and I am willing to worship the wind, so I don't have to pretend. "
Rong Rong looked at Su An with an inexplicable look somehow, not knowing what happened to him.
Forcibly took the script of the vicious female match.
She frowned, and asked the truth: "Are you suffering from paranoia?"
Su An couldn't calm down anymore, she left behind her only reason, and yelled at her in collapse: "Can you stop looking at me like this silly and sweet look! Your purpose has been achieved, and Is it necessary to keep it! "
"..."
Rong Rong looked at the woman like a neurosis.
It was completely different from the moment I just met.
Can't you just accept the fact that she is yinel?
"If you regret not wanting to buy my painting, I can return the money to you." Rong Rong compromised and still didn't understand why she went crazy: "Even if you can't accept this fact anymore, I'm yinel and can't change it . "
Su An collapsed completely, cursing: "You vicious woman!"
Rong Rong whispered: "You scolded me for being stupid and sweet for a while and scolded me for being vicious. Are you fine?"
Su An messed up the delicate hairstyle until the hairstyle was rubbed into Su Qier, and then asked Rong Rong red-eyed unwillingly: "What does Shen Du like you? What does he think of you?"
The groan cried.
Rong Rong instantly felt that he was a bastard, but he was not human.
She tried to make Su An laugh.
So he said blankly: "Picture I am old, do I not take a bath?"
Su An, who has always maintained Gao Leng's sister Fan Ren, completely crashed and shouted at the ceiling regardless of her image: "Ahhhhhh!
"..."
Is the process of turning black powder into poison just so painful?
The author has something to say: Su Darong: What happened to my village? Good women say crazy
Finished writing and went to sleep
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