After becoming an interstellar koi

Chapter 15 The Highest Price
The visitor's smooth and fair face exuded a sharp-edged and cold handsomeness.

The bushy eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, the dark and deep ice eyes looked cold and lonely but aggressive.

The man was wearing a crisp light blue striped suit, and his white shirt was buttoned rigorously to the last button.

She looks out of place among the crowd wearing T-shirts and short skirts to spend the summer crazily, and gives Yin Yi a sense of abstinence while being unique.

His gaze was like a cold sword piercing through Zhang Yuan, who stood in front of Yin Yi, and piercing into her heart.

Yin Yi's heart constricted violently, her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and her back felt chilly.

"Boss Bai." Zhang Yuan greeted him in surprise, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Bai Shu's cold gaze gradually moved away from Yin Yi, and finally landed on the haggard Zhang Yuan.

With a movement of his icy eyes, he said politely, "Yes."

I have heard a little bit about Zhang Yuan, Bai Shu, and it sounds like a bloodbath, but this kind of thing is not uncommon in the entertainment industry.

There is a strict rule in the interstellar marriage law.

Freeze all property of the man within three months during the breakup of the relationship between the husband and wife but still exists, in order to protect the woman.

Seeing Zhang Yuan's downcast appearance, Bai Shu knew it well.

His stern eyes met Zhang Yuan's unexpectedly in the air, Zhang Yuan felt his heart was frozen, and looked away in embarrassment.

After a while, Zhang Yuan took a deep breath: "Why did Mr. Bai come to the remote 13th district because of his busy schedule?"

Zhang Yuan and Bai Shu work in different fields. Although the companies overlap, they have never met each other.

I have long heard that Bai Shu, the gold medal producer of Yixin Entertainment, is strong, cold and unsmiling. A typical workaholic is a mobile refrigerator.

When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation.

Bai Shu looked over Zhang Yuan's shoulders inquiringly and landed on Yin Yi who was huddled together, "Do some private business."

He crossed Zhang Yuan and reached out to Yin Yi, "Miss Yin, we meet again."

Yin Yi bit the bullet and raised her eyes, "Yes, yes."

She is not used to getting along with people with aggressive looks and personalities.

"You guys know each other." Zhang Yuan was a little surprised, he looked towards the coffee shop in the distance and suggested: "It's hot outside, why don't you go inside for a drink?"

Yin Yi subconsciously refused, "I have something to do, I can't."

"Alright." Bai Shu's deep pupils reflected Yin Yi's stiff body, his eyes darkened, "I would like to take this opportunity to thank Miss Yin for saving her life that day."

After that night, Bai Shu asked people to check Yin Yi's information but found nothing.

She appeared out of nowhere, and the timing was as coincidental as planned.

The so-called A-level information card is even more forged.

In the Federation International, only interstellar pirates have no identity information, and only they are able to forge information cards that cannot be recognized by machines.

Yin Yi didn't know that in Bai Shu's heart, he had drawn an equal sign with the interstellar pirates.

She followed the beaming Zhang Yuan towards the cafe with her big head.

Before Yin Yi could enter the door, he was stopped by a well-dressed middle-aged man on the back.

There were two people standing next to the man, one was the stall owner, the other was a refined middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and the other was an ordinary-looking woman.

"The painting is sold to her." The stall owner stood where he was after identifying the target.

As soon as the stall owner sold the painting to Yin Yi, he turned around and met these three people who came to his stall to inquire about half of the paintings sold to him by the former woman.

"See if you sold it." The well-dressed middle-aged man said condescendingly to the woman.

Embarrassed, the woman came up to borrow the painting bought by Yin Yi, looked at it and nodded, "Boss Ying, it is a family heirloom of my family."

A look of joy flashed in the man's eyes, he turned his head and said kindly to the refined middle-aged man, "Professor Wu, please excuse me."

Professor Wu said politely to Yin Yi: "Miss, can you lend me your painting for a while?"

Yin Yi hesitated for a moment, then handed the painting to Professor Wu.

Professor Wu took out a special magnifying glass from his clothes, and scanned the landscape paintings inch by inch with gentle eyes.

The more I looked at his eyes, the more surprises there were. The hand holding the painting trembled excitedly and said in surprise, "That's right, this is Lu Hui's "Penglai Palace Map". I didn't expect that I could see the original ancient works!"

Professor Wu greedily admired the vigorous landscape paintings of the late Qing Dynasty, and the frenzy turned into surprises surged like huge waves, "Miss, is this painting for sale?"

His scorching eyes fell on Yin Yi, and his ecstatic expression made it impossible to say no to him.

It seemed that if he refused Professor Wu's request, he would die of a broken heart the next moment.

Yin Yi shook her head and took back the landscape painting, and smiled regretfully, "You may have made a mistake, this is not a painting by Master Lu Hui."

"No, I won't be wrong!" Professor Wu grabbed Yin Yi's hand excitedly, and explained with great interest: "I am Wu Yue, a professor of history at Jinling University. I have studied the history of the Qing Dynasty for half my life and I will never mistake Master Lu. works."

Yin Yidao: "Strictly speaking, this painting is not Master Lu's, and I am not going to sell it."

After finishing speaking, Yin Yi was about to leave when he heard behind him: "Isn't it just for money to say so much? I will pay ten times as much as you bought and used."

"Sorry." Yin Yi turned to look at the scrolled landscape painting, and said indifferently to Mr. Ying who was arrogant and conceited: "I won't sell it."

Mr. Ying, who had always been used to being flattered, couldn't help being deflated. His complexion changed suddenly, and the aura of a superior person rose leisurely, and he looked at Yin Yi involuntarily.

Yin Yi stood calmly, not affecting her at all.

On the contrary, both the stall owner and the woman shrank their necks at the same time, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Professor Wu's breathing also became disordered.

In an instant, the atmosphere froze, and the surrounding air became sticky and stuffy.

"It's a loss, it's a loss." The stall owner instantly turned into a bitter face, "I sold it for 5 yuan and within [-] minutes, the value of the painting has increased by ten times."

The woman's complexion became even uglier, and her stomach turned green with regret, "I'm even worse off!"

Mr. Ying's face darkened, "One hundred times, you only earn 500 million credits and you don't lose."

Because of the several dark battles that broke out during the interstellar immigration, many works of art were reduced to ashes in the flames of war, and very few remained.

Yin Yi knows that authentic ancient paintings are priceless.

Yin Yi really likes this painting, of course he doesn't want to sell it, what's more, it's not Lu Hui's "Penglai Palace Map" at all, and it's not an ordinary landscape painting.

Yin Yidao: "No matter how much you sell, you won't sell it."

The knowledgeable Professor Wu blushed when Mr. Ying said such words.

He walked beside Mr. Ying who was arty and ignorant of art, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Ying, this is Lu Hui's masterpiece, at least it is worth 1000 million."

Mr. Ying frowned and said, "So expensive?!"

Professor Wu said in a low voice: "Artworks are priceless in the market, and Bailao just likes this one."

Mr. Ying weighed it in his mind, and when he planned to raise the price again, he saw Zhang Yuan walking out of the coffee shop.

The moment he pushed the door open, Mr. Ying saw the gold medal producer Bai Shu who hadn't made an appointment for several months.

"Yin Yi, come in."

Zhang Yuan pushed the door open with a smile.

After only a few minutes, his whole body was refreshed, and he didn't see the sluggish posture just now.

Just now, Lang Nan told him that the black posts on the Internet disappeared in an instant!

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