"Auntie, then, can you do me another favor?" Tang Ge said helplessly to Su Mu.

Su Mu stopped what she was doing and looked at Tang Ge.

Tang Ge continued: "That's the case, can you let the little crescent stay in your house for a few more days?"

Seeing Tang Ge's helpless appearance, Ji's mother felt a little happier in her heart, and directly quipped: "What's the matter?

Tang Ge smiled helplessly: "Yes, it seems that you really like it! It has been pestering you." ”

"By the way, and because I resigned from my previous company, I still have to look for a job now, and I'm afraid there is no way to take care of it for a while, so can you help me with this favor?"

Tang Ge's words were exactly what Su Mu's wish, she had already liked this clever little fat cat in the time she spent with Little Crescent these days.

"Then I wish you a job soon!"

Tang Ge drank again, Su Mu said something next, and left.

Yan has been preparing an auction recently.

Yan Zhiyu's family background in Beijing is unknown, but she is a good family, and her family has been consciously or unconsciously cultivating her cultivation and aesthetics, she herself is also very hard-working, and has had her own goals and dreams since she was a child.

At an age when everyone else is relaxed and playing, he knows how to suppress his desires and forces himself to paint for at least two or three hours every day.

Because of this, Yan Zhiyu's parents and relatives have very high expectations for her, and she doesn't want to disappoint herself, let alone let everyone down, so Yan Zhiyu's hard work in painting is unyielding.

In this way, day after day of diligent study and hard training, Yan Zhiyu achieved his own achievements at the age of eighteen.

She stood out in the competition, and under the influence of daily hard contact and the continuous output of her parents' support, her Chinese painting won the third place in the largest competition in China.

The judges present at the time were all amazed when they saw her painting, and they were even more admired when they saw that the author standing in front of them turned out to be a little girl who had only reached adulthood in advertising.

Eighteen or nineteen years old is adolescence, it is the time to love to play and make trouble, can hold back these desires, the young Yan Zhiyu is not an ordinary person at all.

You must know that Chinese painting requires spiritual energy, or the sorrow of boasting of being a thousand miles but not being appreciated, or the perseverance of "being strong despite thousands of blows, and letting the wind blow from east to west, north and south", or the straightforward expression of peace and opposition to violence.

But these are not, Yan Zhiyu's Chinese painting is a kind of rhythm, a kind of chic that comes and goes freely.

It's time to let go, and if you decide to stick to the end, you will stick to the end and be relaxed.

Her Chinese paintings are admirable, and she is respected as the youngest person after becoming famous in World War I.

But even so, at such a young age, she can have such good results, she is not complacent, but makes her skills more exquisite.

Recently, she fell in love with a masterpiece that had been missing until it had been bought by a Japanese collector.

After the collector's death, he did not ask for the work, and his descendants chose to sell it to the auction house, waiting for a windfall.

Yan Zhiyu attended the auction this time for this work that he had in mind.

Yan Zhiyu was not interested in the previous auction, many of them were small objects from the Ming and Qing dynasties, as well as imitations at that time, and Yan Zhiyu was so sleepy that he couldn't sleep after a while.

Yan Zhiyu has recently become friends with Zhuo Rui, and Yan Zhiqi was originally indifferent to Zhuo Rui, but she really admired Zhuo Rui's ability in so many times of cooperation.

So she was relieved to hand over this auction to Zhuo Rui, and she slept beside her, waiting until the work she wanted was alive and then asked Zhuo Rui to call her up.

Yan Zhiyu slept in the dark at the auction house, and finally arrived at the penultimate work.

The staff of the auction house said loudly: "This auction is carried out in accordance with the relevant provisions of the "Auction Law", and the method of increasing the auction is adopted, and the highest price wins. ”

"All the soldiers here, please look at this work now, it is the "Bird Returns to the Garden" by Zhang X, a famous Chinese painter who has been lost to the people for several years and was famous in the Northern Song Dynasty. ”

"Please raise your bids in turn, and the starting price is three million. ”

Zhuo Rui saw that Yan Zhiyu's work was online, and immediately shook her awake.

"Hurry up, your painting is about to be auctioned!"

Zhuo Rui's shout was not loud or small, and it just exploded in Yan Zhiyu's ears, and Yan Zhiyu was so frightened that he sat up in his dream.

Confused: "What? The painting I want is now up for auction?"

"Hmm. ”

"Several people have already quoted the price before, and now it has called five million. Zhuo Rui explained the current situation to Yan Zhiyu, and the concept in Yan Zhiyu's heart became much clearer.

The price of five million was set, and the auctioneer had already struck the hammer twice, and it was time for someone to buy the painting for five million.

"Eight million!" Yan Zhiyu had already raised his number plate in the flash, and quoted the price mercilessly.

Everyone present was shocked, and the price was directly raised to 8 million! In the blink of an eye, it increased by 3 million!

A friend who was just about to call a call for a painting that wanted to buy at a low price instantly felt that the painting was not fragrant and chose to give up.

Only the eldest brother who was calling for five million just now did not relent, and continued to compete with Yan Zhiyu for this painting.

At this point, the price has soared to fifteen million!

Boost up to five times directly!

The eldest brother in front turned his head and glanced in Yan Zhiyu's direction: "Does the little girl want it so much?"

Yan Zhiyu's eyes are firm, she has been in love with this painting for a long time, but it has only come out so far, of course, she can't easily let go of this opportunity.

After all, if you miss it, you won't see it for the rest of your life, what can you do?

"Yes. Yan Zhiyu only replied coldly.

The eldest brother on the opposite side saw the firmness in the depths of Yan Zhiyu's eyes, and decided to give her this painting.

After all, I don't really want this painting, so it's better to give this painting to people who know and love painting.

In the end, Yan Zhiyu was successfully auctioned for 18 million.

"Let's congratulate this young lady!" the auctioneer's voice rang out again.

Yan Zhiyu laughed heartily at everyone present, and nodded at the eldest brother who had just competed with him for this painting.