Chapter 179

"The last one is not from our art department, and the content of the painting is not suitable for today's charity sale, but our president really likes this work, so we took it out for a charity sale, with a minimum price of 10000 yuan."

Nightfall sits in the last row, watching his paintings put out in the middle of the stage, and the super large screen looks more high-definition.

Ten thousand. It's a bargain price of ten thousand.

It's already a matter of face.

After all, this painting is really bloody.

There was a lot of discussion all around.

"Who, draw this kind of thing, don't frighten the children."

"Scared to death baby, that is a river of blood, ah, and the head fell on the ground, the baby will go back to eat Jiuxin Pill."

"You're scared to death. What do you mean? It's a real painting. It's immersive."

"One hundred thousand." Someone immediately raised the price, and it would be 100000.

The night fell with a small mouth open, some can't believe that their paintings were sold to 100000.

Her painting is not a strong point. In the past, her painting was forced by her master, and all of her paintings were done in a rough way.

Master would be very happy if she knew that her paintings could be sold for money!

"A million."

One million at a time!

Did she hear me wrong.

At night when he thought he was wrong, someone raised his card: "two million."

"Three million."

"Four million."

"Five million."

“……”

"My husband, I painted a picture and now I'm auctioning it. I've got five million yuan. If the painting is so valuable, what money will I worry about in the future?"

Yan Yu saw the information of night fall, and immediately gave four Xi orders: "don't raise the price of the paintings of the young lady."

Four Xi: "Yan Shao, I haven't bid yet."

Yan Yu frowns slightly. Is the painting of night falling so valuable?

Four Xi didn't make a move. Who was lifting it?

"Find out who's shooting."

Four Xi stares at two rounds and reports to Yan Yu: "they are two masters, one is the contemporary painter Xu Yunfei, the other is the calligrapher Yang Bai."

Yan Yu helped his forehead. What's the ghost of the two masters fighting for the night falling painting?

"Buy the painting and don't let them rob it."

"OK, Yan Shao."

Nightfall sat there listening to the numbers rising dreamily, reaching nine million, more than her own painting.

No, her painting skills are not so good, but the scene of beheading King Kang's mansion is deeply imprinted in my mind, so the painting is more realistic.

Not as high as that, at least she didn't think she was as good as the one who painted the sunset.

"9.9 million."

However, the bid did not stop here.

"Ten million."

"Fifteen million."

Night down looked up to his side four Xi, brother, I did not let you bid ah, you why ah.

It can sell for 10 million yuan. Why buy it yourself.

Also, do you know how hard it is to make money? What the hell is it to raise five million yuan at a time.

Do you think what you're calling for is just numbers, for real gold and silver.

The scene was boiling in an instant. Who was so bold and generous to an unknown painting.

If you look at four happiness, you are the one who bought the painting.

Why is he so fond of buying paintings with no famous painters.

There Xu Yunfei stood up: "16 million."

"What's the matter? Xu Yunfei is not a master of painting. He is as famous as Du Kang. He is a painter who buys other people's paintings."

"16.5 million."

The price goes up again.

This time, it was Yang Bai, a great calligrapher.

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