The prince of Beijing circle is unattainable, and asks her to take responsibility at night

It’s Shang Yanjing and the daughter of the Zhou family.

The lights dimmed again and the auction continued.

Jiang Zhi could no longer see any light on the other side.

She twitched her lips.

It turns out that what men say cannot be trusted at all.

"Everyone knows that Professor Jiang's works are extremely rare, and this blue copper dye is extremely valuable. Although this painting depicts Professor Jiang's family, it is also of collector's value. However... when we received this painting, our experts also conducted an appraisal and found that in addition to the traces of fire, it also has a small flaw."

"Flaws? How could there be flaws in Professor Jiang's work?"

"Yes?"

"The lower left corner of this painting may have changed color because it was not repaired in time after the fire."

Director Lin, wearing white gloves, pointed to a place that was not very clear. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it so accurately.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the painting.

"This part of the painting looks like a child's graffiti!"

"..."

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes.

When she was three years old, her father asked her to learn painting.

At that time, she always held a paintbrush and painted everywhere.

At that time, she always imitated adults and liked to leave her name on paper.

And that place originally had Jiang Zhi's name written on it.

But she was only three years old, so she couldn't write these two words well and kept scribbling them.

So, there is such a large smudge mark in the end.

I thought this memory had become blurred a long time ago, but when I looked at the painting, the memory became particularly clear.

She even remembered that day when she sneaked into her father's study, moved a stool, and wrote her name on several of his paintings... In the end, she was severely scolded by her father.

"But this flaw is like the finishing touch. The originally cold painting now seems to have been given some life."

"Yes!"

Director Lin continued, "If you don't mind, you can start bidding! There is no starting price for this exhibit."

The host's voice rang out in the exhibition hall.

"What?! There's no starting price! I heard someone offered 100 million for this painting!"

"This is one of the few works left by Professor Jiang. Without a starting price, not everyone has a chance."

"Yes!"

Before Jiang Zhi had time to think about it, several people at the scene raised signs.

The price quickly climbed to over a million.

It wasn't until he heard the number 10 million that Jiang Zhi's palms began to sweat.

"Sixty million!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the Accord.

"I heard it was Miss Zhou who called the price!"

"Miss Zhou? The famous pianist?"

"Yes! I heard that he came here this time specifically to take a picture of this painting to please Madam Shang."

"Mrs. Zhou is a recluse, but she likes Professor Jiang's paintings?"

"This kind of thing has the value of a private collection. Who among the rich wouldn't want to own it? However, there are quite a few people who have their eyes on this painting today."

"This is a place where you compete with your wealth. Miss Zhou has the protection of a young merchant. Anyone who dares to compete with her is just asking for his life."

"You mean, Shang Yanjing is here too?"

"Yes, we just took the special passage, but when we were parking in the underground parking lot, I saw a man next to Miss Zhou. He looked very noble and reserved. The man who could be paired with Miss Zhou must be Shang Yanjing!"

"So this means that the Shang family and the Zhou family are about to get married?"

"Even if it's not a good thing, it's still a bit of a worry. Miss Zhou is outstanding in appearance and has good abilities. She is more than qualified to marry the businessman."

"...That's right. A pianist and a wealthy CEO, they're a perfect match."

"Hey, I originally really liked Professor Jiang's work, but since Miss Zhou wants it, I have no choice but to give up competing with her for it."

"Don't give me that! If you really want to rob someone, can you beat Shang Yanjing?"

Jiang Zhi paused for breath.

"Sixty million once—!"

"Sixty million twice—!"

Jiang Zhi held the number plate in his hand.

Staring at the painting on the stage.

A beam of light shone into the treasure display area. The painting was framed by glass and hung quietly on a stand, rotating.

Although they were so far away, Jiang Zhi could still clearly see the four figures above.

She held up her cards.

——Sixty-one million.

"Oh my god, who is so reckless as to dare to snatch it from Shang Yanjing—!"

As soon as she finished speaking, some people began to look in her direction.

The person sitting next to her was afraid that he would be affected, so he quickly pointed at Jiang Zhi and said, "It wasn't me who shouted, it was her."

"Who is she?"

"..."

Looking across the port city.

There is no such person.

"Little girl, this is a busy auction, don't keep messing around here."

The person on the side reminded.

"That's right, you can't snatch it from her."

Sure enough, 61 million was just called out.

The price is added to the Accord above.

——70 million.

——Seventy-one million.

——80 million.

After a few rounds, Zhou Nuonuo was a little surprised. She glanced at Shang Yanjing beside her.

The man had been sitting lazily in his seat, his slender fingers tapping the edge of the table, while his other hand was fiddling with his cell phone.

Obviously, people are here.

The heart is not here at all.

"Brother Yan Jing." Zhou Nuonuo's soft voice came from the other end.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanjing paused and his eyes turned gloomy.

"Brother Yan Jing, I don't want to waste your time. Just take a picture of this painting and we can leave."

Qian Ze stood aside. He knew Shang Yanjing's mind was elsewhere, so he quickly explained, "Someone downstairs is competing with Miss Zhou for it, and they've been shouting for it for several rounds."

Zhou Nuonuo stood there, her long eyelashes slightly drooping, with no special expression on her face, only the hand holding the sign trembled.

"Brother Yan Jing, Auntie likes this painting very much."

"So what?" Shang Yanjing raised his eyes lazily, "I only agreed to accompany you here, but I didn't promise you anything else."

Zhou Nuonuo's expression changed. "I know, Brother Yan Jing, I didn't want you to help me rob it."

As she spoke, she held up the sign.

——Ninety million.

Jiang Zhi watched the price rising steadily.

Take a deep breath.

The dim light brushed across her cheek, and Jiang Zhi raised it again.

——Ninety-one million.

"You said she couldn't afford it, so she couldn't afford it. You only added one million each time. Isn't this just to let Miss Zhou slap her in the face?"

"No matter how many hundreds of millions it is, Miss Zhou can come up with it. But you, take it easy. You need to pay a deposit! This is 2% of the auction price, which is still a considerable amount. Little girl, this is not a school. No one can tolerate your mistakes."

"...Exactly! Don't you even consider your own weight?"

"..."

The voice stopped abruptly when Zhou Nuonuo shouted out one hundred million.

——One hundred and ten million.

Jiang Zhi raised the sign again.

——Two hundred million!

Shang Yanjing heard the familiar voice, stood up and walked to the window.