The whole world thinks I depend on my looks

Chapter 296 This painting is a bit wrong

Song Qingning clenched her fists tightly, unable to say anything.

In the entertainment circle, if a beautiful woman with no background wants to climb up the ladder, she can only look at people's faces.

An Huiling smiled lightly, and said pointedly: "Some people, if they are kicked out, they should leave quickly, and don't disturb the progress of the auction."

"That's right, shouting here, it's really unqualified."

"Blind this pretty face for nothing."

"..."

Song Qingning picked up the bag, her charming eyes were a little cold, "Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingning stepped on her high heels and strode away in a chic stride.

"Miss Song, please stay. The guests on the second floor invite you to go upstairs." A waiter suddenly walked out and stopped Song Qingning.

The waiter's voice was quick and clear. Before the auctioneer could speak, everyone present could hear it.

"Second floor? Those are all big shots!"

"The people above have taken a fancy to her?"

"Beautiful and good figure, who wouldn't be tempted?"

An Huiling said sourly: "As expected, they are out for sale, and you can meet buyers wherever you go."

Song Qingning originally wanted to reject the waiter, but she didn't know anyone in the VIP box.

At this time, after hearing what An Huiling said, Song Qingning smiled slightly, "It's a pity, some people want to sell, but they can't find a good buyer."

Song Qingning looked at the waiter and said, "Lead the way."

The people on the first floor could only watch Song Qingning walk up to the second floor.

An Huiling gritted her teeth and said, "What's there to show off? Who knows who is sitting on the second floor? Maybe they're all misers who don't want to spend money!"

Her voice was not low, but no one answered.

The auctioneer only glanced at An Huiling indifferently, and said, "The auction continues."

Song Qingning walked into the box nervously.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a delicate-looking girl leaning on the sofa, lazily watching the video on the wall.

Song Qingning breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought who it was! It turned out to be you!"

Fu Chaoyan smiled lightly, his eyes sparkled with stars, "Who is the person who is doing things to you?"

"A producer, he has a large-scale costume drama in his hand." Song Qingning sat down on the sofa at the side, and smiled wryly: "It's arranged by the manager, so you can't come if you don't."

Fu Chaoyan said: "Your manager is not very reliable."

Do this pimping business.

Song Qingning changed the subject, "Why are you here? Alone?"

Fu Chaoyan was helpless: "My boss brought me here, but he didn't come...Some things happened in the middle, which was a bit complicated."

Song Qingning thought that Fu Chaoyan was also here to be a toolman, so she said relaxedly, "It's more comfortable just the two of us. When the auction is over, we'll go out last."

Fu Chaoyan smiled, "Aren't you afraid that An Huiling will spread rumors and you have a financial backer?"

"There are too many people spreading rumors about me. Does anyone have evidence?" Song Qingning looked at the screen, "The auction is on again."

This time the auction is for Zhao Mengfu's "Beautiful Rocks and Sparse Forest". The auctioneer, wearing white gloves, carefully unfolds the scroll and displays this painting.

"Beautiful Stones and Sparse Forests" has a huge boulder in the center of the picture, with pine trees, orchids, and thorns on both sides. The stones and dead tree trunks are all painted in white, with concise composition, vigorous and free-spirited brushwork, and deep and clear ink.

The auctioneer said:

"This painting was painted by Zhao Mengfu, a talented scholar in the Yuan Dynasty.

The stone is made with Feibai's brushwork, and the bamboo is written with a strong and straight brush.

At the end of the volume, there is also a poem inscribed by Zhao Mengfu himself, which is his representative work of using calligraphy into painting.

The starting price is 500 million. "

In addition to the arty people present, there are also many people who really love collecting antiques.

Fu Chaoyan wanted to ring the bell to bid, but suddenly sat up straight.

She stared at the picture scroll intently, with some careful consideration in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)