Entering the dance hall, Yan Shu attracted a lot of attention, he didn't even have any special decorations, his clothes were suits worn to work, and his unique temperament still contained unrepaired edges.

Yan Shu stepped into the center of the ballroom with one hand in his pocket, looking around as if he was looking for something.

"Who is he?"

"He's not that! The grandson of the founder of Fengbai Group, Mr. Yan! ”

"The Yan family has just returned from the United States, and the returnee ....."

There was a lot of talk around.

Yan Shu was calm and dull, he always looked at the same place and never looked away.

Li Ying behind him had already seen through everything, he stared at Yan Shu's hand, his fist clenched at the phalanges turned white, raised his head, and looked in his direction.

In the corner of the dance hall, the neon lights were shining, and there was a woman with a graceful figure, it was Miss Fang, and next to Miss Fang was the man his boss asked him to check. The two of them laughed one by one and talked happily.

He didn't quite understand why Yan Shu looked at them like this, and the next step would be to ask him to check "Are those two couples?" ”。

"Do you want me to call Miss Fang?" Li Ying leaned close to his ear.

He felt that this was what his boss should need.

"No, you don't." Yan Shu said very simply, and his eyes quickly moved away from the corner.

He picked up a glass of champagne on the table and swallowed it, with bitterness in his eyebrows.

He must be tired. Li Ying thought so.

"At the end of the annual meeting, the charity auction has officially begun!"

Because he came late, Yan Shu only caught up with the auction.

Everyone rushed to the front hall, which was no better than the main hall, where groups of people sat and the media set up cameras to record on both sides.

Participating in the auction, the staff began to distribute the numbered plates one by one.

After the delivery, the auctioneer pointed to the exhibits pushed by the administrator just now, the exhibits were not small, and the crowd guessed that they were ancient antiques or valuable jewelry.

The thing was tightly covered with a black cloth: "This is what we are going to auction today." ”

After speaking, a strong light hit the black cloth, and the auctioneer carefully lifted it, it was not gold or silver under the darkness, it was a painting that did not sell very well, and the brushstrokes were immature.

The top light shines on the frame, and the frame is edged with silver.

The green sky, the blue trees, the trees are taller than the sky, and there are many black lines floating around them, and those lines come together to live like a human face.

Yan Shu's first impression of this painting was an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

It was a strong feeling, something that connected him to every stroke of the brush.

There was an uproar in the hall.

Except for him, the rest of the people didn't seem to buy it, and they said that the auction was a dangling, and they didn't understand art.

Just because, ordinary people can see that the picture is wrong, and they say that the painting was drawn by a madman.

"Everyone, be quiet!" The auctioneer knocked on the table: "The reason for the establishment of this auction is mainly for charity, and after the auction is finalized, we will donate all the funds to medical institutions." ”

"Let me introduce me." He leaned sideways and pointed to the bottom of the canvas: "The name of this painting is Freedom." ”

"I yearn for freedom, but I can't have it," the auctioneer muttered, "The painting was created by a 12-year-old child with schizophrenia. ”

As soon as this sound fell, the hall suddenly fell silent, and no one discussed this portrait painted by a madman, because it was originally painted by a madman.

"That kid didn't make it through and died." When he said this, his expression was slightly disappointed: "This is the last painting left by the child before he died." ”

Yan Shu was slightly stunned, how ridiculous, he didn't even let him see the normal world before he died.

The rest of the people were silent, but it was only silence, and only Yan Shu in the audience really understood him.

"People and people have different fates, and my parents decided to auction this painting to help more children with mental illness."

The auctioneer returned to his seat and adjusted his mood: "Let's work together to help more people." ”

"The starting price of this painting is 5,000 yuan."

After listening to this story, many people were willing to buy it, and they raised the number plate in their hands.

"Five thousand five!"

"Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand five."

"Nine thousand two!"

The auctioneer was dazzled.

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Fifteen thousand, is there any price increase!"

Jiang Jue, who was in the center, held up the number plate: "Thirty thousand!" ”

"Thirty thousand, this handsome guy gave thirty thousand! Is there a markup? ”

"Fifty thousand." Li Ying held the number plate high.

"Is there a price increase for 50,000 yuan!"

The major investors in the hall shook their heads and said that it was not cost-effective.

"50,000 yuan, once, 50,000 yuan ....."

Jiang Jue in the middle spoke again: "Eighty thousand!" ”

"It seems that both gentlemen want this 'Freedom.'"

He tilted his head slightly and finally gave Li Ying a look.

Immediately after that, a number plate appeared in the hall: "150,000." ”

"One hundred and fifty thousand! Mr. 150,000 36 bids 150,000! ”

This will even Jiang Jue look back with admiration.

"One hundred and fifty thousand! 150,000 twice! The auctioneer fiercely hammered down: "This "Freedom" belongs to Mr. Yan No. 36 ......"

At the end of the annual meeting, Fang Zhao leisurely checked his super talk in the car.

Fang Zhao's dumplings: [I'm honored to be here today!] I'm going to blow it up, and I'm attached to it. Photo.jpj】

First floor: [To be honest, every passerby is beautiful.] 】

Baby Zhaozhao: [Sister Zhao is on fire today! ] Best in the game! 】

【...............】

Seeing that the response to Weibo Chaohua was good, she was relieved.

Xiao Ya was still looking at the auction scene in the hall seriously: "Who is this No. 36, I bought a painting for 150,000 yuan!" ”

"This man's money is blown by the wind."

Fang Zhao stroked his hair full of hairspray: "I don't know." ”

Looking at the video, Xiao Ya became more and more familiar: "Sister Zhao, this person looks so much like your ex-boyfriend?" ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhao took a closer look, this is not the like, it is.

She stared at the handsome side face on the screen and stopped: "No, it may be a look." ”

"Oh."

"By the way, Sister Zhao, how did you break up with your boyfriend?"

Fang Zhao's face turned blue, and his complexion was not very good on the ground.

"Didn't I ask what I shouldn't have asked?" Xiao Ya hurriedly covered her mouth, and her voice whimpered: "I won't ask, Sister Zhao!" ”

She suddenly smiled with relief and continued to pull away her dishonest hair: "It's not that you can't ask." ”

"I don't really remember."