After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

The girl stepped onto the stage wearing an exquisite black dress, black leather boots, and a black headband.

When she came on stage, Nanhuang heard a surprised voice nearby.

"Why isn't Mu Yun from West City University the first one to play?"

"Didn't you hear? Mu Yun from the Fine Arts Department of Xicheng University, the organizer, was originally the first to appear. But suddenly there was an accident and Mu Yun did not participate."

"Not participating? Isn't Mu Yun a famous star of Xicheng University? I heard that she was specifically allowed to transfer because of her outstanding painting skills."

"I don't know. I heard that she was sick and had a high fever, so she asked for leave. She said she didn't have time to paint, so she just stopped participating."

"Isn't that a pity?"

"What about Xicheng University? Nancheng University has a powerful dark painter like Nan Zhu. If the three schools don't perform well in the competition, it will be embarrassing to Country Z."

"Didn't I hear that there is a Ye Nanhuang from Xicheng University?"

"That's right. I heard that Ye Nanhuang is more powerful than Mu Yun. She is Mr. Bo Shenbo's ex-wife or something."

"I'm afraid it's not just bragging. It would be very embarrassing if the leather is blown."

"That is to say, if she is so good at painting, can she remain unknown for so many years?"

Nanhuang smiled softly and understood why Mu Yun did not come to participate in the competition.

Mu Yun has been frightened by her, and now she doesn't dare to go against her at all. She probably remembered that in order to plot against her, she deliberately spread the news in school that she was better at drawing than her. She was afraid of being retaliated by herself, so she just acted like a turtle now.

However, why is Mu Yunze so confident?

She is better at painting than Mu Yun. Tell the truth, what does she have to care about?

She looked at Nanzhu on the stage. Nanzhu looked down at Nanhuang with a smile, and then took the microphone handed over by the host.

"This painting of mine depicts the person I love most." Nanzhu said.

The host smiled and asked: "The person you love most? Is it Mr. Nantuo?"

Nan Tuo immediately sat up straight, and the media patted Nan Zhu and then Nan Tuo.

Nanzhu shook his head: "No."

The host guessed again. "Is that Mrs. Nan?"

Nanzhu shook her head again.

The host smiled and said: "Then...is he Miss Nanzhu's lover?"

Nanzhu nodded slightly, "That's right."

When these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The host joked: "That's incredible, even I'm excited. Maybe soon the search keywords on the Internet will become 'Miss Namjoo's public relationship'."

Nanzhu smiled and shushed: "Everyone, please keep your voice down, don't scare her."

Then, Nanzhu stepped forward and opened the silk cloth. Behind the silk cloth, a dark painting appeared!

At the moment when the picture appeared, Master Rong Wu's face suddenly darkened in the audience. His eyes darkened for a moment. He could barely conceal his murderous aura.

Nan Tuo froze and almost fell from his seat.

When Mo Shatian and others looked at this painting, they actually felt a bit familiar.

In the painting presented by Nanzhu, in a quaint castle-like room, a girl wearing a black lace princess dress, black leather boots, and a black headband looked out the window melancholy.

And this girl turned out to be the former eldest lady of the Nan family, the original appearance of Miss Nanhuang! !

The host was also startled for a moment, and then hesitantly said, "It seems there was a misunderstanding, it turned out to be a girl."

"There is no misunderstanding." Nanzhu held the microphone, raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes were a little dark, "This is my sister, Nanhuang. She is the person I love most."

The audience was stunned for a moment.

After all, everyone knows it. All members of the Nan Zhixian lineage of the Nan family, including Miss Nanhuang, have died!

Just as he was stunned, the host suddenly received the news and immediately said: "This painting is very beautiful, with a very good artistic conception. It deeply expresses the melancholy and beauty of Miss Nanhuang. I'm afraid she has seen it in person, I will also say yes.”

Nanhuang curled his lips contemptuously.

The host added: "The audience is already a little anxious. The fifth master of the Rong Group has already started bidding for the auction. Oh my god, ten million! What a high compliment this painting has!"

Rong Wuye glanced over with a murderous look.

It’s not that he thinks the painting is beautiful, he doesn’t allow it to fall into anyone’s hands!

He must get this painting because he wants to completely destroy it!

After hearing Ten Million, Nan Tuo's discomfort about Nan Zhu's previous statement of "I love Nan Huang the most" faded away.

His daughter was indeed outstanding, and the painting was priced at 10 million as soon as it was born.

He glanced gratefully at Mr. Rong Wu who was standing aside. But he saw Rong Wuye's eyes were very cold.

But this man always had a bad look on his face, so he wasn't surprised.

"Thank you Lord Wu for the promotion."

Rong Wuye glanced at him coldly and then looked at the stage.

Ten million is already a very high price. There were many entrepreneurs who were ready to take action, but now they dare not do so.

Only Bo Shen, after looking at Mr. Rong Wu and then at the painting, felt sensitively that he should take a photo of the painting.

So he also raised his hand.

"Mr. Bo, 20 million!" the host explained excitedly, "Regarding the three-school painting competition, all paintings will be sold for charity. Half of the proceeds from the on-site auction will be donated directly to social welfare organizations on the spot. ! In other words, now this painting will cost at least 10 million to be donated to social welfare organizations! Here, we would like to thank Miss Nan!"

"Fifty million!!!" The host changed his tone and was immediately shocked, "Rong Wu, fifty million, fifty million!!"

"Mr. Bo, 60 million!!!"

"Master Rong Wu, eighty million!!!"

Nanhuang's mouth twitched at the side. She understood why Rong Feng had to take this painting.

Not only was he disgusted, she was disgusted too.

She must destroy this painting. Let Rong Feng take the photo. She will pay him back the money from the auction later.

"Mr. Bo, 90 million!!"

"Master Rong Wu, 100 million!!!"

Rong Wuye stared at Bo Shen with cold, murderous eyes.

Bo Shen stared at him hatefully.

Since he wants it, he must also want it!

"Mr. Bo, 110 million!"

"Master Rong Wu, 200 million!!!" The host was shocked.

Nanhuang's eyelids twitched fiercely.

Although her ability to make money is not weak, 200 million is too much...

Thinking of this, she glared at Bo Shen fiercely. It's all his fault. Why would he admire Nan Zhu's paintings and raise the price if it's nothing?

The host was very excited.

"Two hundred million, two hundred million! What does this mean? It means that at least 100 million has been donated to social welfare institutions!!!"

Bo Shen clenched his fists and stared at this dark painting.

He felt that this painting was inexplicably familiar, and he actually felt like he wanted it.

However, two hundred million. Buy a painting…

Bo took a deep breath. The give up sign was raised.

The host was extremely happy. "Good start, good start! This painting of Miss Nanzhu of Nancheng University is really eye-catching! Congratulations on the high price of 200 million! According to the agreement, half of the 200 million will belong to Miss Nanzhu, and the other half will be donated to social welfare institutions !”

Nanzhu picked up the phone and said, "No, just donate it all."

The host was very excited when he heard it. "Did you hear that? Did you hear that?! This is Nanzhu, the eldest daughter of the Nan clan in Nancheng! All the proceeds from the 200 million oil paintings will be donated to social welfare institutions!"