Super Rich: Compensation for failure is 10,000 times

The price of the painting is very high.

"I'll pay 3 million for these two works."

"I'll pay 5 million."

"I'll pay 8 million."

"I'll pay 10 million."

"..."

Many wealthy people have also become extremely crazy.

The calligraphy written by the world's number one great writer and the world's number one calligrapher is so beautiful that so many calligraphers worship it.

They all feel that it is profitable and bid wildly.

Soon someone bid 500 million.

No one raised the price for the time being.

But, this is because it is not an auction, otherwise, how much more than this price?

"Oh my god, Zhang Hao, are you the reincarnation of the God of Wealth? Just writing a few lines, can you sell it for 200 million? Writing a book, can you sell it for hundreds of billions?"

Jiang Baixue touched his forehead, his face full of shock.

For a long time, he didn't know what to say.

"Don't sell it, in a few decades, it will be worth billions."

Xie Lei hugged Zhang Hao's neck, "Give it to me, I am your confidante."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Zhang Hao inexplicably remembered that Tian Enshen confessed to Xie Lei and prepared so many supercars and precious gifts.

Worth more than 200 million.

I can't be weaker than him.

So he agreed generously.

But when he turned around, it was not right.

I am not Xie Lei's boyfriend.

Why give her such a precious gift?

Could it be that in my mind, I have already regarded her as my woman?

Could it be that I am actually attracted by her beauty and talent? I can't extricate myself?

"Great writer, I love you."

Xie Lei was ecstatic and kissed Zhang Hao on the face.

She really liked these two works.

This was Zhang Hao's debut work.

The value was inestimable.

As for the two erotic works, it was not suitable to be shown to others for appreciation.

Auction was even more impossible.

People would laugh to death.

Because they were too erotic.

They belonged to the boudoir.

You can only appreciate them with your lover, and at most one or two girlfriends.

"Click, click..."

Since you can't buy them, you still have to take pictures.

Many wealthy people and calligraphers rushed to take pictures.

"Master Zhang, I'm really sorry for the past. I was too shallow and underestimated the heroes of the world."

Su Shanshui found an opportunity to apologize to Zhang Hao.

Then he desperately asked for advice on calligraphy skills.

Many calligraphers also gathered around to listen, enthusiastically.

As for Lu Aishu, no one paid any attention to him anymore.

His calligraphy is as good as Zhang Hao's, what else is it but garbage?

Zhang Hao was right.

Zhou Yaxin also stood aside timidly, listening with admiration.

Her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness and passion.

She seemed to melt Zhang Hao from a distance.

During this period, Zhang Hao went to the bathroom once, and was stopped by Zhou Yaxin when he came out, "Master Zhang, I'm sorry... I really didn't call that bastard to trouble you, it was many beauties who talked about your confession, and I also mentioned it unintentionally, and he went crazy..."

She bowed and apologized sincerely.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or a fact, you ridiculed me so much, and I have already spit on your calligraphy. There is no need to ease the relationship. To avoid embarrassment for both parties." Zhang Hao said, "But I still have to thank you for your beauty. It helped me a lot."

After that, he walked around her quickly.

"Zhang Hao, I actually admire you, like you, and have a crush on you. I'm just a little proud, and my character is not as bad as you think. Can we be friends?"

Zhou Yaxin hugged Zhang Hao's waist from behind.

The soft feeling was transmitted to Zhang Hao's mind like lightning.

He was completely speechless.

"Let go, or I'll get angry, and that's not something you can bear."

Zhang Hao was angry.

"But I really like you."

Zhou Yaxin let go of Zhang Hao, tears welling up in her eyes.

"There are so many women who like me, and you're not the only one."

Zhang Hao said coldly.

"I just want you to forgive me, otherwise I'll feel bad. You're my idol, the great writer I admire the most, the world's number one calligrapher, the most elegant talent. If I think you hate me, I'll be in agony."

Zhou Yaxin looked pitiful, tears welling up in her eyes.

Any man who sees her would probably want to hold her in his arms and protect her.

"Stop crying."

Zhang Hao's face showed a trace of evil, and he turned around and wiped her tears with a napkin.

"Thank you."

Zhou Yaxin's eyes were full of tears, and she looked even more charming.

"You and Lu Aishu have a good relationship, aren't you lovers?"

Zhang Hao asked in a low voice.

"I haven't agreed to him yet."

Zhou Yaxin blushed.

"I don't like that man very much. He is too mean. If you want my forgiveness, don't date him. Find a tall, rich and handsome man with good character. You are responsible for your own life. Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. You must keep your eyes open."

Zhang Hao said evilly.

That bastard just called the police. He should be taught a lesson he will never forget.

How can I do that?

Instigate Zhou Yaxin to break up with him.

It will definitely break his heart.

"Really? As long as I stop dating Lu Aishu? Will you forgive me?"

Zhou Yaxin's beautiful eyes lit up, and ecstasy appeared on her pretty face.

"Yes, I can pretend that what happened today never happened. We can even be good friends in the future."

Zhang Hao said temptingly.

"Then I will break up with him immediately."

The tears on Zhou Yaxin's face disappeared instantly, and the gorgeous red clouds also spread up, and a deep happiness surged in her heart.

Finally, she could be forgiven by her idol.

The fear and pain disappeared.

It was like the sky cleared after the rain, not to mention how beautiful it was.

So she and Zhang Hao returned to the hall, talking and laughing, and said coldly: "Mr. Lu, from now on, we are no longer friends. I don't know you anymore. Don't pursue me anymore, I will never fall in love with you."

"What?"

As if it was a bolt from the blue, Lu Aishu's eyes went black and his body trembled.

Pain broke out from the heart and spread throughout the body.

There are only two beauties like Zhou Yaxin in the world who are both talented and beautiful.

The rich second generation and talented people who pursue her are like crucian carp crossing the river.

But only he is better and gets her favor.

Because he is not only a rich second generation, but also a great talent and a famous calligrapher.

Seeing that Zhou Yaxin was about to agree, he was about to get the beauty.

Now Zhou Yaxin completely rejected him?

Failed at the last hurdle?

"Zhang Hao, you are too vicious."

Lu Aishu was furious, staring at Zhang Hao intently, his teeth clenched.

He could figure it out even with his toes.

It was because of Zhang Hao that Zhou Yaxin completely rejected him.

"You still dare to provoke me? Then add some more spice."

Zhang Hao sneered, frivolously hugged Zhou Yaxin's small waist, and whispered in her ear: "Yaxin, you said, Lu Aishu called the police to make me go to jail for ten years? Is it vicious?"

"Brother Hao, Lu Aishu is a reckless beast and a mad dog, too vicious. You taught him a good lesson."

Zhou Yaxin blushed and agreed.

"No, no, no..."

Lu Aishu's heart suddenly hurt.

As if he was stabbed hard.

This is too much, too bullying.

Zhang Hao actually snatched away the goddess he was about to succeed in pursuing?

And the goddess actually despised him so much?