After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

The red silk was lifted, and the host picked up the calligraphy.

He held one end of the shaft and slowly opened it. "Everyone, please look!"

Wow!

Fully unfolded, the entire calligraphy unveiled its mystery.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently.

"This……"

The huge venue suddenly fell silent.

There was a hint of eeriness about it.

The scroll bears only four simple characters: "May the flowers bloom and the moon be full."

The brushstrokes are smooth and elegant, with a graceful and slender form.

She was graceful and elegant.

very beautiful.

but……

The Xuan paper is somewhat rough, and there isn't even a signature in the bottom corner.

It's still far inferior to the real masters.

Everyone looked at each other.

The way he looked at Yan Niannian was strange.

Only Zhuo Yuchen narrowed his eyes, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Um..." The host finally managed to calm down and looked at Yan Niannian, "Principal Yan Niannian, may I ask who created this calligraphy..."

This not only voiced the doubts in other people's minds, but also allowed her to determine the value of the words based on their origin and then quote a bottom price.

Yan Niannian calmly said, "I wrote it myself!"

His words caused a great stir, like a stone thrown into still water.

Everyone was shocked.

"..."

The host could barely contain his smile.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in all his years in the industry.

She wrote the words herself...

It’s just that!

After careful consideration, the host offered what he considered a very polite low price: "So the starting price for this calligraphy is... 500 yuan."

"The auction is now open."

When Yan Ziming heard the amount of 500 yuan, she almost burst out laughing.

She was beaming with delight, her face full of disdain.

That number is downright insulting.

The highest in history.

She could guarantee that the auction had never offered such low prices since its inception.

Yan Niannian's actions can be described as unprecedented and likely to remain so.

Live it!

It's her own fault for trying to put on a brave face, not recognizing her own status, and coming here to humiliate herself.

Unexpectedly, just as Yan Ziming was secretly pleased with herself, a low, husky voice sounded beside her, "One hundred thousand!"

It's Zhuo Yuchen!

Yan Zimo turned her head and looked at Zhuo Yuchen in disbelief.

It's just a broken piece of calligraphy.

He actually shouted out 100,000?

Is he crazy?

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

Immediately afterwards, another bid was made.

It's Yan Xiong!

“Dad…” Turning to look at Yan Xiong, Yan Zimo was about to go crazy.

Zhuo Yuchen was bewitched by Yan Niannian's various seductive and despicable methods and was willing to help her, so he was the first to jump out and bid.

This made her jealous, but it wasn't hard to understand.

But Dad?

Why is he joining in this?

However, what she found even more unacceptable was yet to come.

After Zhuo Yuchen and Yan Xiong took the lead, other bigwigs followed suit and made bids, creating a lively atmosphere.

"20 million!"

"23 million!"

"35 million!"

"48 million!"

"50 million!"

"..."

In just a short while, the price was raised to 82.

At this moment, the final price was the same as that of Yan Zimo's crystal money tree.

Yan Ziming was completely dumbfounded.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.

At that moment, she felt as if her cerebellum had shrunk.

Are these people crazy?

It's just some lousy writing by that bitch Yan Niannian, how could it possibly be worth 82?

How can it be compared to her crystal money tree?

"..."

Yan Niannian herself was also stunned.

What's happening here?

Is her calligraphy really that valuable?

Ok!

She knew her own limitations.

"Um... excuse me, I'm sorry to bother everyone!" After swallowing hard, Yan Niannian finally couldn't help but slowly raise her hand.

He reluctantly interrupted the heated auction.

Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone, including Zhuo Yuchen and Yan Xiong, looked at her.

In an instant, she became the most eye-catching focus of the entire event.

"Thank you all for your kind words about my calligraphy," Yan Niannian slowly stood up, "but this piece is simply not worth such a high price!"

"No! It's worthless at all."

"Therefore, please stop bidding!"

be honest.

Yan Niannian looked completely sincere.

They wanted to stop this "farce" by the wealthy.

Now, everyone narrowed their eyes, their gazes fixed on Yan Niannian with even greater interest.

In this materialistic age, they have seen far too many women who, for money or to curry favor with the powerful, will stop at nothing and throw themselves into the arms of others.

Like an annoying fly.

Yan Niannian is a breath of fresh air, the first of her kind.

It is precisely her sincerity that is most valuable.

Very precious.

“Principal Yan Niannian, don’t underestimate yourself. For your age, it’s already quite remarkable that you can write such characters.”

"That's right, the strokes are powerful, showing a very deep foundation."

"In addition, your kind character has made this painting worth more than its original value. So, Principal Yan Niannian, you don't need to worry."

“That’s right, this calligraphy is very meaningful, I must get it.”

Everyone started talking at once.

Without exception, all of them were words of praise for Yan Niannian.

And... a determination to obtain this calligraphy.

"Uh..." Yan Niannian was speechless.

Before she could say anything more, the host had already run off the stage to comfort her.

"Principal Yan Niannian, please have a seat!"

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, you don't need to worry about it."

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

As he spoke, he pulled Yan Niannian down to sit.

But inside, she was already overjoyed.

The higher the price of an item at auction exceeds its intrinsic value, the higher his commission will be.

How could it not be beautiful?

So, after the initial shock, he was very pleased with the situation.

Helpless!

Yan Niannian had no choice but to sit back down.

The auction continues.

Everyone's enthusiasm remains undiminished.

Prices have been soaring.

only……

Zhuo Yuchen was too "ruthless," and in the end, the others could only suffer defeat.

He won the bid for the painting with a price of 350 million.

Immediately, a hostess carrying a tray with Yan Niannian's calligraphy on it gracefully walked off the stage.

She approached Zhuo Yuchen politely and said, "Mr. Zhuo, your calligraphy."

Zhuo Yuchen reached out and took it.

At this moment, a slight smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his thin lips.

His brows were relaxed.

Her fingertips gently caressed the calligraphy.

The extent to which they cherish it is evident.

Great.

Now he finally had something that belonged exclusively to Yan Niannian, and it was still surrounded by Yan Niannian's unique faint fragrance, which made his heart flutter.

Yan Ziming, standing to the side, watched this scene, clenching her fists and grinding her teeth.

His facial expression was stiff.

Even the last shred of dignity is about to crumble, and there are signs that it is about to fall apart.

Because she was so angry she was about to die.