I heard that Lu Zhifen loved me for many years

Chapter 711 Why Do You Get Dust (78)
Everyone is waiting for the host to announce that the auction is over.

But the host turned over the last page of the list of auction items in his hand.

"Next, we will conduct the last item auction, and the donor is...Chen Ziran."

When the host finished speaking, no one could react, and the staff had already brought the painting to the stage.

Feng Feiyi was also a little stunned, Chen Ziran hadn't told him before that she would auction off her own things.

He turned his head and saw Chen Ziran's eyes looking towards the stage, with an unspeakable expectation in his expression.

So he followed her gaze.

On the stage, the staff put the paintings rolled into cylinders on the easels.

As the staff slowly unfolded the scroll, everyone saw a slender and tall figure in the large expanse of soft and light watercolor rendering.

It is not difficult to see that this is a man.

Although the man is standing sideways, his side face is covered by a large piece of watercolor, and only some of the original facial features can be vaguely recognized. At the end of his eyebrows, strange petals grow out, and the petals flutter in the wind, like a dream .

This painting is different from the previous ones in the auction. It is obviously from the hands of an expert. The precise brushstrokes and wonderful imagination make the person in the painting, like a dream, beautiful and vivid.

"Is that... big brother?" Feng Feiyi murmured.

Chen Ziran turned her head, her face full of surprise: "I changed it at least three times, and you can still see it?"

After Chen Ziran finished the first draft that night, he revised the original painting three times in succession.

So the current final draft is completely different from the first draft that night. The person in the painting that night was concrete, and everyone can tell that it is Feng Yiheng.

After the revision, it was completely visualized, and even the facial features were blurred. Chen Ziran still felt that only she knew who that person was, and she was complacent about it for a long time.

Feng Feiyi turned to look at her: "Is this painted by my sister-in-law?"

"Well... when I went back to Yuncheng, I just painted a few random strokes when I was bored..."

Feng Feiyi smiled and said, "No wonder I can recognize him as the elder brother."

"Ok?"

"Every stroke of my sister-in-law is an expression of miss. I can't think of anyone else except my elder brother."

Hearing what he said, Chen Ziran couldn't help but blushed.

Every stroke is saying miss...

It's not an exaggeration to this extent...

"when--"

The host knocked on the gavel: "The last painting, "Wind", the donor is Chen Ziran, the author, ear dyeing, the starting price is 20 yuan, and now you can raise your placard."

The host scanned the audience with his eyes.

After only a few seconds, someone raised a card.

It was Chen Ziran.

For a while, all the media's cameras were focused on Chen Ziran.

The host was stunned for a moment, apparently he did not expect Chen Ziran to raise his placard by himself.

The moderator looked at the numbers on the sign she held up.

"100."

Chen Ziran's move to raise the auction price to 100 million all of a sudden surprised everyone present. Besides being surprised, they were also a little puzzled.

"Anyone else raise their cards?" the host asked.

After waiting for a while, no one raised a sign.

"100 million once."

As soon as the words fell, someone in the field raised a sign again.

But it was still Chen Ziran.

This time, the number she cited was 300 million.

This time, everyone was even more dumbfounded. Is this woman confused for spending so much money on a painting donated by herself?

Exactly the same as before, except for Chen Ziran, no one raised their cards at all. At the end of this charity banquet, it was as if Chen Ziran was singing a one-man show alone, and it had to be performed together with that painting.

"One time for 300, two times for 300."

But the third time.

Chen Ziran held up the sign again.

The figure of 500 million accounted for almost one-fifth of the entire auction.

This crazy move silenced the audience.

But Chen Ziran was calm and composed. For her, 500 million was the number she wanted to donate, and Feng Yiheng was the person she wanted. There is nothing more perfect than buying this painting in this way.

"500 million once, 500 million twice, 500 million..."

The host was about to hit the hammer, but someone held up a sign in the field.

"55!" The host raised his voice.

Chen Ziran frowned, turned his head and looked over, the person holding the sign in the corner of the banquet hall was Wen Li.

Chen Ziran gritted her teeth, and she knew that nothing good would happen if the woman Wen Li appeared tonight.

So Chen Ziran raised his placard again.

"600 million!"

"650 million!"

"700 million!"

……

Originally, it was just a charity auction of a painting, but it became some kind of spoils of war that had to be fought among Chen Ziran and Wen Li as they bid each other.

Some people's attention finally shifted to the painting itself.

Chen Ziran and Wen Li, the men in the painting, can easily be associated with Feng Yiheng.

Everyone looked at that painting, the more they looked at it, the more they felt like Feng Yiheng.

This makes sense, why these two people care so much about that painting.

For a moment, everyone's gossip mentality of watching the excitement was quickly provoked, and they all put on a posture of watching the show.

At this point the host has called 850 million.

But neither of them seemed ready to throw in the towel.

Chen Ziran raised his placard again and raised the price to 900 million.

Not to be outdone, Wen Li raised her cards to raise the price to 950 million.

Chen Ziran once again raises a placard, 1000 million!

Wen Li didn't even blink her eyes, and raised her sign, 50 million!
Chen Ziran was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Wen Li, a rotten person, just wanted to keep raising his cards because he couldn't get along with her.

"Sister-in-law."

But he was held back by Feng Feiyi.

"Sister-in-law, stop raising your placard."

If you lift it any further, it will really become a bottomless pit.

"But that's my painting, that's Feng Yiheng I painted. I spent one night drawing the first draft and two nights revising it. I can't let it fall into the hands of that woman Wen Li!"

In short, she felt as if her things were being robbed by others, and she couldn't swallow this breath.

"Sister-in-law, tonight we are holding a charity banquet. Since the painting can be auctioned for a high price, we have achieved our goal. This is just a painting that was bought by someone, not Big Brother himself. gas?"

Chen Ziran finally calmed down a little after listening to Feng Feiyi's words. Suddenly, she raised her lips and smiled: "You're right."

Seeing that Chen Ziran had no intention of raising the placard anymore, the host at the other end finally knocked down the trading hammer after confirming it three times.

That night, the painting named "Wind" was bought at a high price of 1000.

And the author of the painting, Erran, an unknown junior, also quickly became famous.

After the auction, the charity dinner finally came to an end.

In the living room of the banquet hall, after the buyer has paid all the fees, he can take away the things he auctioned.

As a donation and promoter, Chen Ziran needs to deliver the painting to Wenli himself.

Wen Li looked at Chen Ziran: "Chen Ziran, you find that you can really pretend to be patient."

Chen Ziran raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

Wen Li sneered: "You are very dissatisfied that this painting was robbed by me. You must want to strangle me to death. Now, it is really difficult for you to pretend to be a virtuous person."

Chen Ziran quickly waved his hands: "You misunderstood me. Miss Wen bought this painting at a price of 50 million. I am too happy. I didn't expect Miss Wen to be such a caring person, not only for the people of Fengcheng Cleaning the streets, and voluntarily donating to the charity fund for caring for orphans, if there are more people like Miss Wen in Windy City, the people of Windy City will probably be moved."

Wen Li's expression was a little stiff for a moment, but then his expression became arrogant again: "Don't think I don't know who the person in this painting is, the more you care about something, I will let you get nothing, whether it is A painting is still a person.”

Chen Ziran looked at her, not knowing what medicine this woman had taken wrongly, and then began to show off her power in front of her again.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Let's not talk about people. You can't finish this painting alone, because the author of this painting is me..."

"What did you say?" Wen Li glared at her angrily.

Chen Ziran looked down at his fingers, the knuckles were still stained with some uncleaned paint.

"I said that I would like to thank you for spending 1000 million yuan to buy my paintings. If you are still interested in the future, as long as you can afford the price, I can paint a thousand portraits like this."

Wen Li's complexion finally changed, she held the painting tube firmly.

"Chen Ziran, you are so despicable!"

Seeing Wen Li's furious look, Chen Ziran almost couldn't hold back her laughter. She would like to thank Feng Feiyi. If it weren't for him, she would have really gotten into a dead end. Now, she is not only mad at Wen Li, but also ruthless. Made her a fortune.

Wen Li looked at Chen Ziran's complacent look, but finally suppressed the anger in her heart.

"Chen Ziran, as the sponsor, do you have a final interview later?"

Chen Ziran narrowed his eyes: "What do you want? Don't think about causing any damage, otherwise you will be worse than last time!"

Wen Li looked at Chen Ziran, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was something cold in his smile.

In the end, without saying a word, she turned and walked out.

Chen Ziran waited in the living room for a while, and You Man appeared at the door.

"Ma'am, it's time to prepare for the interview."

Chen Ziran agreed.

Just as he walked out the door, Feng Feiyi was called over again.

"Looking at that woman Wenli, I always feel that there is nothing good."

Feng Feiyi nodded and glanced around, just in time to see Wen Li leaving the banquet hall, so he followed.

Chen Ziran waited in front of the interviewing media, and Ji Rufeng was also waiting there.

After the two people have finished their interviews, the banquet tonight can be considered a successful conclusion.

After asking some routine questions, the reporter really shifted his focus to the painting.

"Madam, what special significance does the painting you donated just now have for you? Why donate it and then buy it back at a high price?"

Chen Ziran chuckled: "It has some special meaning. It was originally a gift that I wanted to give to someone. I think it will be more meaningful after the charity sale, so I donated it and bought it back."

"What does Madam think of Miss Wen's actions? Some people say that the person in the painting is Chief Feng. Is it because of this that Miss Wen wants Madam to compete? Is Miss Wen's old love for Chief Feng gone?"

"Tonight we are a charity banquet. Miss Wen's behavior is entirely out of concern for orphans. If you must deliberately distort the facts, it will be unfriendly to the entire charity industry."

At today's charity banquet, Ji Rufeng was very grateful to Chen Ziran. Seeing that the reporter's questions began to point to Chen Ziran's personal affairs, he quickly said: "Let's stop here for today's interview. We have questions about the foundation. We will hold a follow-up meeting." Media meeting."

After speaking, she protected Chen Ziran and walked out the door. Seeing this, You Man also stepped forward to stop the reporter who still wanted to come forward.

Chen Ziran followed Ji Rufeng and just walked out of the banquet hall.

But I saw a police car parked at the door, the door was opened, and two policemen in uniform came down from it.

The two walked up to Chen Ziran and Ji Rufeng.

"Miss Chen Ziran, we are the Fengze District Branch of the Fengcheng Public Security Bureau. You are suspected of instigating others to intentionally hurt others. Now we ask you to go back and cooperate with the investigation."

A policeman stepped forward, and before Chen Ziran could react, handcuffs were put on his wrists.

(End of this chapter)