Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Chapter 230 Young Master Huo Won't Kill Him, Right?

"Mr. Zhen's works are famous all over the world, and I just come here for the fame." Huo Qi had a soft look on his face.

With the projection of the lights, all the eyes of the people at the reception fell on the round platform.

There are a few women dressed in white silk cheongsams, all of them are tall, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like lakes, all of them exude a literary and elegant temperament.

"These are my students, and the paintings in their hands are my works over the years."

"I am fortunate to be able to invite many noble people today. I have been obsessed with painting all my life, and these are treasures."

"Perhaps you know me quite well among you. Instead of doing business, you just sit in the office every day tinkering with these paintings."

"It's true for me. The company is losing money day by day under my management. In the near future, it may declare bankruptcy."

"Now, I want to use my afterglow to give students a chance with warmth."

"These paintings are all my painstaking efforts. I didn't want to sell them at first, but if you like them, you can make a price. I will never bargain. It's all my heart."

According to the intrigues of the upper class, a person who has no financial resources or strength will not get any respect.

Even if Zhen Guoqing was an old man, he couldn't get any respect.

Even though his words were extremely sincere, there were endless murmurs of discussion in the crowd as soon as he finished speaking.

"What do you mean? This is for us to do charity."

"Who is he? If I didn't know that Huo Shao is coming to the banquet, I wouldn't want to come, and he still wants me to buy his broken paintings out of my own pocket?"

"What an idiot's dream."

"If it's auctioning famous paintings, it's not that I don't want to pay for them, but these paintings are not famous. I didn't even know his surname Zhen until today. Isn't this a waste of money for me?"

"It's unlucky that he's going to go bankrupt when he's co-authoring, so don't get close to him, so as not to cause a mess."

The paintings on the round platform were all Mr. Zhen's students, and they were already anxious, but the current situation made them even more flustered.

With a high probability, this is a failed auction.

Zhen Guoqing is so old, in order to let the students continue to create, regardless of his own face, he spent all his financial resources to hold this reception.

In fact, he had expected this scene a long time ago, but when it actually happened before his eyes, it really made people feel a little ashamed.

The character of a literati is like an oil lamp that is about to be extinguished, swaying in the wind and crumbling.

People, once you have no money, you will lose your confidence, and even speak softly.

In his life, in order to maintain his original intention, he has discarded too much.

Now it is extremely difficult to burn yourself and illuminate others.

Many times he wonders whether he has really gone the wrong way by insisting on art.

The old man lowered his head slightly, unable to breathe under the pressure of the discussions around him.

However, Huo Qi, who was standing beside him, stared intently at a painting on the round platform.

The colors in the painting are extremely complicated. At first glance, it looks as if the paint tray has been knocked over, which makes people unable to appreciate it at all. But when you look closely, you will find that it is an old and dilapidated corridor.

Peeled and yellowed walls, rusty escalators, electric boxes covered with small advertisements, and a few cracked cracks on the wet floor.

Huo Qi stared at the painting, a sour and slightly sweetness wrapped in candy spread from his heart, and complex melancholy filled his whole mind.

This painting reminded him of the time when he and Jiang Niannian lived in Yazheng Community.

That memory has been sealed in his memory.

If he had a time machine, he would unswervingly go back to the time when he and Jiang Niannian lived in Yazheng Community.

I think of the scene of fighting with Jiang Niannian every day when I go home, I think of the scene of kissing Jiang Niannian for the first time, and I think of Jiang Niannian's beautiful face when I go home.

They are all memories that he cannot let go of.

"I bought this painting."

Huo Qi's voice was calm and relaxed, but it was surprising.

The surrounding discussions suddenly stopped.

They were blank on the surface, but they were all thinking in their hearts.

Why did Master Huo buy this painting?Could it be that seeing this painting has the value of turning over?
This Zhen Guoqing is going to go bankrupt, why does Huo Shao still buy him?Is there some ulterior secret?

Something's wrong, I've worked with Huo's before, Huo Shao is not a charity person, no, I have to follow suit.

"This... I want this pair, it doesn't matter how much it costs, Mr. Zhen, please set a price."

"This, I want."

"This, this, and this, I want."

All of a sudden, everyone at the reception was scrambling for paintings, and some of them were the influential people who had been mocking Mr. Zhen just now.

This picture is exactly the same as the supermarket grabbing special eggs.

But in a blink of an eye, they turned into this appearance.

The pupils of the students on the round stage had a gleam of light. Seeing those glamorous and beautiful children from rich families crowding onto the round stage to grab paintings regardless of their image, it was hard to say whether they should laugh or cry.

The old Zhen's brows and eyes widened in shock from the scene in front of him. Several young people moved a little too loudly in order to grab the painting, and accidentally bumped into him.

Huo Qi quickly supported the old man beside him, and said in a calm voice, "Old Zhen, I would like to ask you to draw a picture for me."

Although he didn't know what the painting was, and Huo Shao could take the initiative to ask for help, but after a brief contact, Zhen Guoqing also understood that the young man in front of him had his own ideas and was a trustworthy person.

"Young Master Huo is serious. You have helped me a lot. Let alone one painting, even if it is ten or a hundred, I am willing." Old Zhen said to raise his glass again.

But he is old, even if he drinks, he only takes a few sips, and if he is not in a good mood today, he will not drink too much.

Huo Qi was careful, and had already noticed that Mr. Zhen was a little drunk, so he held down his wine glass: "You are old, you don't need to drink too much, I will accept it."

"Okay, okay, okay, young man Huo has such a mind at such a young age, he must be a person with profound blessings."

Yeah?Fuze is profound...

Huo Qi's black eyes were filled with melancholy, and before he fell into the vortex of memory, he was interrupted by a piercing voice.

"I don't know who you are licking here? Spending 100 million yuan for a broken painting, do you really think your property fell from the sky?" Tian Jia couldn't help but sarcastically.

Maybe it's because of seeing these people who obviously satirized Mr. Zhen, but after seeing Huo Qi buying the painting, they all changed their faces quickly.

In his heart, Huo Qi was the one who came out of a mental hospital.

Huo Qi heard the sound and looked sideways, his sharp eyes fell on Tian Jia's disdainful face.

It was this brat who opened his mouth and yelled just now.

It seems that there is really no tears without seeing the coffin.

Because of Tian Jia's clamor, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and many people looked at Huo Qi's expression.

Everyone secretly speculated: Huo Shao wouldn't kill this kid surnamed Tian, ​​right?
　Read the previous chapter again, I finished it, baby, don’t miss your homework
　　
　
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