Chapter 296: This Painting Is Something Wrong
Song Qingning clenched her fists and couldn't say anything.
In the entertainment industry, a beautiful woman with no background can only look at people's faces if she wants to climb up.
An Huiling chuckled and said meaningfully: "Some people, if they are kicked out, leave quickly, don't disturb the progress of the auction." ”
"It's just, shouting here, it's really unqualified."
"I'm blind with this pretty face."
“……”
Song Qingning picked up the bag, and her charming and enchanting eyes were a little cold, "I'm sorry." ”
After speaking, Song Qingning stepped on her high heels and strode away in a dashing manner.
"Miss Song, please stay, and the guests on the second floor please go upstairs." Suddenly, a waiter walked out and stopped Song Qingning.
The waiter's voice was rapid and clear, and before the auctioneer could speak, everyone present heard it.
"Second floor? That's all big shots! ”
"The people above have a crush on her?"
"Beautiful and good-looking, who doesn't feel tempted?"
An Huiling said sourly: "It is worthy of being sold out, and you can meet buyers everywhere." ”
Song Qingning originally wanted to refuse the waiter, but she didn't know the people in the VIP box.
At this time, after listening to An Huiling's words, Song Qingning smiled slightly, "It's a pity, some people want to sell, but they can't meet a good buyer." ”
Song Qingning looked at the waiter and said, "Lead the way." ”
Everyone on the first floor could only watch Song Qingning walk up to the second floor.
An Huiling gritted her teeth and said, "What is there to show off?" Who knows who sits on the second floor? Maybe they're all misers who don't want to spend money! ”
Her voice was not low, but no one in the room answered.
The auctioneer only glanced at An Huiling lightly and said, "The auction continues." ”
Song Qingning walked into the box in a nervous mood.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a delicate-looking girl, leaning on the sofa, lazily looking at the video on the wall.
Song Qingning breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was who!" It turned out to be you! ”
Fu Chaoyan smiled lightly, with broken stars in his eyes, "Who is the person who did something to you?" ”
"A producer with a big costume drama on his hands." Song Qingning sat down on the sofa next to her and said with a wry smile: "The agent arranged it, if you don't come, you can't do it." ”
Fu Chaoyan said: "Your agent is not very reliable. ”
Do this kind of pimping business.
Song Qingning changed the subject, "Why are you here?" Alone? ”
Fu Chaoyan was helpless: "My boss brought me over, but he didn't come...... Something happened in between, a little complicated. ”
Song Qingning thought that Fu Chaoyan was also here to be a tool, and said easily: "Only the two of us are more comfortable, and when the auction is over, we will go out last." ”
Fu Chaoyan smiled, "Aren't you afraid that An Huiling will spread rumors that you have a gold owner?" ”
"There are more people who spread rumors about me, who has evidence?" Song Qingning looked at the screen, "It's bidding again." ”
This auction is Zhao Mengfu's "Xiushi Sparse Forest Picture", the auctioneer wears white gloves and carefully unfolds the scroll to show the painting.
In the center of the picture, there is a huge stone in the center of the picture, with pine, orchid and thorns on both sides, and the stones and dead tree trunks are all painted with flying white.
The auctioneer explains:
This painting was painted by Zhao Mengfu, a talented son of the Yuan Dynasty.
With the white penmanship as a stone, the strong pen writes bamboo, the pen and ink are vigorous and simple, and the elegant atmosphere of the literati is contained in the end of the pen.
At the back of the volume, there is also a self-titled poem by Zhao Mengfu, which is his representative work of painting with books.
Starting bid, five million. ”
In addition to the elegant people present, there are also many people who really love to collect antiques.
Fu Chaoyan wanted to ring the bell to bid, but suddenly sat up straight.
She looked at the scroll intently, her eyes a little deliberate.