MTL - Spending the Villain’s Money to Extend My Life-Chapter 143
The sultry autumn tiger, even on a red-smooth night, can be a little irritating.
The top floor of the Yamato Hotel in Beijing is decorated with the highest-level banquet hall full of pink and pink roses. A charity art auction is being held tonight.
The waiters are in constant flow and from time to time, they offer champagne or other drinks to the guests in the guest area.
The entire hall was dimly lit, with only the spotlight in the center of the stage, clearly shining on the ceremonial lady wearing a split sequin cheongsam and the red silk cloth-covered display cart she pushed slowly.
The symphonic discussion of the joints rang softly, but soon drowned in the Beethoven symphony.
As the red silk unfolded slowly, the host also decided to speak.
"This pair of Zhou Gongyi Dreams by Mr. Wu Zhengzhong, about three meters long, is the largest ink painting of Mr. Wu on the market. Inspiration and the process of painting. "
"This is a series of ink paintings he and his wife finally returned to the motherland ten years ago. The theme of" Dream "is only three. The other two works are included in" Painting ", but have never appeared before . "
"On the screen is our sixteen miniature cameras, all-round viewing videos taken from different angles and heights. You can enjoy them in five minutes."
"The starting price for this work is one million."
"The fare increase is 50,000."
As the host explained with a smile on his face, the VIPs of various VIP seats also moved their eyes to the screen.
But in the last row, a man with a big back and a three-piece brown custom suit sitting by Dajin Jindao was a wonderful young woman turning to her side with a smile.
"Yiru, do you know Mr. Wu Zhengzhong? His paintings were worth 238 million at a French auction."
"The reserve price is too low today."
"But those who know it will naturally understand the value of this painting, and you will be able to witness the next miracle later."
Li Yiru smiled bitterly and nodded elegantly.
This was her first blind date, and she couldn't remember it.
Since going to Shencheng, Dad has thrown her to a blind date in Beijing because of an introductory phone call.
This extremely greasy guy is the third master of the Zhu family in Beijing.
She was super compliant.
But Dad also issued a military order, she must insist on dating this person and get appreciation from the other party, otherwise the pocket money is confiscated.
headache!
"Hong giggles, this uncle seems to be different from you."
Li Yiru was tangled, but heard the sound of a baby girl.
Li Yiru blinked his eyes.
She immediately remembered the treasure she borrowed on this trip—Hu Shihong, the son of Gu Shishi, and Qin Fufu, who was two years younger than him!
Whenever a blind date, bring a baby!
Not awkward throughout!
"Xiao Yuhong, how about this picture? Tell your aunt Xiaoru soon."
She had almost forgotten just now, and this little guy had another big function, and he kept asking softly.
Sure enough, I heard the voice of the little guy.
"Xiao Ruyi, this painting is worth no more than five million."
"Three million to five million, you can consider buying a collection, which has value preservation for ten years."
"More than five million, if you have the pursuit of aunt's heart, you can buy it as a gift. After all, etiquette is light and affectionate, and the price is not important. As far as collection is concerned, it has another meaning.
With a few words, Li Yi blushed.
"Say what!"
But she also understood that five million is the highest bid line, and if it exceeds, it is not cost-effective.
The audience watched the big screen quietly. Not only did Li Yiru hear the voice of the little guy, but the son of Zhu San next to her naturally also heard it.
"Ha, little guy do you know this? Then I'll make a bet with you, OK?"
Zhu Sangong is very determined.
For collectors, not only the ability to identify, but also the information of major auctions.
Once a well-known painter is auctioned at a high price, basically all his works will increase the value of his paintings.
"This painting is similar in size to the 200 million works, but with a different theme."
Full of confidence, he finally turned his attention to the child.
I saw this baby wearing a small suit, seemingly stern, but the reddish lips seemed to be slightly upturned.
Some small round faces with a seemingly non-existent smile, a pair of black eyes are clear and clean, and they look very much to elders.
Shen Chenghuo's child.
Although he didn't often walk around there, he also knew that he was a child of a large family.
Huo's family has always attached importance to children's artistic accomplishment, but this is only a seven-year-old child this year.
How do you know the twists and turns of the collection world?
"As long as it is less than 100 million, I will buy it today."
Zhu Sangong laughed.
Huo Yuhong nodded, "Yes."
The little pink girl with a head shorter than him was next to him, and her soft cheek was close to his ears. "Hang giggles, isn't he just saying,‘ there is more money than stupid people? Girls want to stay away?
Huo Yuhong reached out and patted her little head.
Not speaking is obviously considered as approval.
Because she was sitting close, Li Yiru could hear clearly and her mouth twitched.
"Three million times!"
"Every time it is 4.4 million!"
"Five million times!"
After the auction, the price rose rapidly.
The third son of the Zhu family had a growing smile on his face.
"Little brother Huo, your uncle will teach you a lesson today."
He raised his lips and reached for a sign.
"Eight million!"
Raising three million in one fell swoop is quite handsome.
The third son of the Zhu family is very proud.
Anyway, the price has to rise to one or two hundred million. Why is it so slow?
He leaned back against the chair leisurely.
However ... one second ... two seconds ... After a quiet discussion across the court, no one held the card.
"Three million deals, three deals! Congratulations to Mr. Zhu!"
Zhu Sangong: "??????"
Qin Fufu next to Huo Yuhong Chao spread his hands and educated the little girl again.
"When you don't know, just watch and listen, don't worry."
Anxious Zhu Sangong was injured by 10,000 points ...
Li Yiru turned his head and laughed.
Seeing this greasy man eat tadpoles is really heartening.
"Xiao Yuhong, give Aunt Xiao Ru a popular science report."
Huo Yuhong nodded his head, and there were some cute fingers, imaginary points to the screen.
"The techniques of the two paintings are different. The 200 million works are Mr. Wu's last purely freehand landscape paintings."
"And this method that incorporates western oil painting. Although the material is ink and wash, neither the perspective method nor the splashing ink method is his personal style. This painting draws on everyone's ideas and should be his practice . "
The work of practice is naturally different from the mature-style works, and the natural price can't be confused.
Li Yiru hurriedly hurried to Baidu.
Sure enough, he found the original text that Mr. Wu wrote in his autobiography "Painting."
‘Practice ... Try ... I ’m not satisfied ... I drew two more pictures of“ Dream of Lao Zhuang ”and“ Dream of Dreams ”. Fortunately, I succeeded a little. ’
The auction wants to sell high prices, naturally hides this part of the information.
Li Yiru busy handed the phone to Zhu Sangong, making him flushed!
Exercises, of course, not worth 200 million!
If it wasn't for his anxious call to eight million, I am afraid that everyone will start talking about five million!
But he was very fashionable and wanted to show up in front of the girls, but he pitted himself!
"The other two" Dream "themes should be worth more than 100 million yuan. After all, they are successful innovations by famous painters. If you have the opportunity, you can buy them next time."
Fok Yuhong summarized.
Son Zhu San was also injured 10,000 points.
He brought Li Yiru to the auction because he wanted to make a good impression with knowledge and insight, but—
ten minutes later--
Huo Yuhong: "As auntie, this Maitreya ruby can be called 800,000. The scarlet texture is rare, the carving is round, suitable for girls, and it is worth having. It can be preserved for 50 years.
Li Yiru: "Roar!"
Huo Yuhong, "Aunt Xiao, this screen work can be bid within eight million yuan. The landscape is hazy, the mood is good, and the ink splash method is very mature. The painter does not have the same type of creation, and it will rise in ten years."
Li Yiru: "Roar!"
Child Huo Yuhong: "This root carving is of ordinary skill, but it is better than natural interest, 500,000."
Huo Yuhong: "This ..."
During the whole process, Zhu Sangong could only open his mouth wider and wider, and never dared to make a fuss.
Halfway through the auction, Li Yiru actually photographed two collections.
One was ready to be given to her dad as a birthday present, and the other was for Huo Yuhong's children, because he was underage and could not hold a card.
Zhu Sangong also followed, and silently took a pair of ink paintings.
When the venue dispersed, he sent Li Yiru back to the hotel with his two children.
Li Yiru laughed. "On the introducer side, give me a good comment."
She also worked hard for pocket money.
"I didn't grab the pair of inks you just bid for. The boy said it would go up, it would go up."
Li Sangong: ...
Excuse me, is this kid a koi! ?
"um hum."
Unexpectedly, Li Yiru nodded.
"Not only Koi, but also the Koi son of the master of ink and wash. The scraps that his mother drew were his toys from an early age. The prenatal education of that year was calligraphy and painting, so ... not a genius that normal people can understand."
"Anyway, bye!"
Li Yiru bid farewell to him chicly, without looking back, walking on high heels.
"Xiao Yuhong, thank you this time!"
When she entered the hotel, she bent down and hugged a seemingly serious little guy, couldn't help kissing her cheeks.
Huo Yuhong nodded to her with a smile, stretched out her right hand to hold her, and her left hand caught Qin Fufu, who was holding sugar and had no idea what happened.
"you are welcome."
"Aunt Xiaoru is also a rising collection, and it is worth waiting for a better collector."
Flipping, Li Yiru dropped all the shopping bags in his hand.
Emma!
Lied her to have a son again!
Alas, my wife is so cute ... want to steal this koi baby home, oh oh oh, today is another day to steal another son!
"Xiao Yuhong."
Li Yiru was about to pick up the shopping bag, but a magnetic voice sounded in his ear.
She was thinking that the sound would make people pregnant. When she looked up, she saw a handsome man, bending down and smiling at her deep smile, some cynical and a bit masculine.
"Miss Li? For the first time, I'm Xiao Yuhong's cousin."
"Help you get into the presidential suite. This is the card."
Chapter two son.
Li Yiru's face turned red instantly.
The author has something to say: Dear dears, it should be this time ~
Many Dongdong I have finished writing in the text, and the rest, we will see "I rely on raising cubs to upgrade" in the next book ~ favorite it! Momma!
