Chapter 237

Judging from the man's tone, he probably wanted to curry favor with Pei Yan.

Even when he was in the spotlight, he couldn't help but praise Pei Yan.

But this time, he probably flattered the horse accidentally and hit the horse's hoof!

The auctioneer quietly turned his head and looked at Pei Yan, who was standing in the corner without saying a word.

I saw the man's tall figure leaning leisurely against the wall, his slender fingers playing with the walkie-talkie in his hand.

His unfathomable eyes were neither looking at the stage nor at his own hands, but instead fell unfocused on the ground.

It seems like he doesn't care much about what happens here.

The auctioneer didn't understand.

His own daughter was about to be bullied by a man of unknown origin in front of so many people. How could President Pei, who always protected his daughter, be so calm now!

Hearing the man's arrogant and rude tone, even the auctioneer, a bystander, could hardly bear it anymore.

It's true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are anxious to death.

At this time, Xiao Yucheng, who was sitting below, almost couldn't sit still.

He rolled up his sleeves and almost rushed forward to fight the man. "You blind bastard! Do you think you have the right to criticize my daughter's painting? Fuck! You really deserve a beating!"

But he was stopped by Fu Chuanxing: "General Xiao, the show has just begun, why are you in such a hurry?"

Xiao Yucheng was already blinded by anger. "What's the big deal? Can't you just speak directly to me like a human being? You're going around in circles here, guessing and giving me a headache!"

Fu Chuanxing continued: "Wait."

Xiao Yucheng sat down angrily: "If that man still has that arrogant, ugly face in ten minutes, I will throw him out in front of everyone!"

Fu Chuanxing folded his arms and said, "General Xiao, please do as you please."

After saying that, Fu Chuanxing glanced at the young man and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not to mention whether Xiao Yucheng would let that man go, just based on his understanding of Pei Yan, the man who just spoke so arrogantly would be slapped in the face within five minutes.

Pei Yan looks like a suave and lazy man who doesn't care about anything.

But in fact, he never suffered any loss when doing business. Those who seemed to have made a lot of money from him or caused him to fail, finally paid a hundred times the price!

Moreover, Pei Yan is well-known for his protection of his people.

Fu Chuanxing secretly observed that Lu Ting's face looked extremely bad.

His right fist clenched unconsciously, and the blue veins on the back of his white hand were severely highlighted!

Now that's better.

It probably won’t take more than five minutes.

In three minutes, the man will definitely fall.

The auctioneer on the stage saw that something was wrong, but Pei Yan had just specifically instructed him not to reveal Xiao Taozhi's identity easily.

Although he didn't understand what Pei Yan was up to, the auctioneer still tried to smooth things over: "Sir, please sit down and calm down! All the items in this auction have been appraised by professionals.

Every flower has its own beauty. Even if you may not like it, the man or woman who can truly resonate with this painting will definitely understand its value."

Then, the auctioneer stared at the six similar-looking stick figures in Xiao Taozhi's painting and praised it with a stiff upper lip:

"This painting by little Tao Zhi, although its connotation isn't that profound..."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, he felt an inexplicable chill on his spine and a creepy feeling on the back of his head.

The auctioneer instinctively turned his head and found that Pei Yan, who had just seemed to be paying no attention to anything, was now staring at him closely.

Those peach blossom eyes that always showed affection were now completely cold, as if they were telling him, "If you can't speak, then don't do it!"

The auctioneer immediately shuddered, rubbing his nose in frustration, and racking his brains for some words to make amends: "But we can see that her lines are very smooth and graceful. The characters in this painting by little Tao Zhi are so lifelike and vivid..."

After just one compliment, the auctioneer was at a loss for words.

He stood frozen in place, staring at Xiao Taozhi with a look of dismay, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

But looking at those stick figures with only a few hairs, he really couldn't think of any other words to praise them!

The host subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Pei Yan in the corner.

But his expression finally relaxed a lot.

Seeing this, the host breathed a sigh of relief and no longer worried about introducing this painting.

He banged the gavel and started the auction directly: "Okay, now we are about to auction this painting!"

The man who had just mocked Xiao Taozhi's paintings started to provoke again, saying, "What kind of auction is this? A three-year-old's random doodles can be auctioned?"

The auctioneer couldn't stand it any longer and said sternly, "Sir, please abide by the rules of the venue and don't disrupt the auction."

The young man sneered disdainfully before sitting down.

Unlike other auction items, the auction price is marked before it is put on the stage.

There is no starting price indicated on Xiao Taozhi's painting.

This was the first time the auctioneer had encountered such a situation and he was a little overwhelmed.

It’s not good to set the price too high. What if the guests don’t pay, it would be very embarrassing; if it’s too low... it will inevitably make Pei Yan unhappy.

After all, under the filter of his father, even if Xiao Taozhi draws a pile of shit, he is still an angel!

Finally, to be on the safe side, the auctioneer bent down and asked the owner of the painting, "Little Tao Zhi, how much do you think your painting should be sold for?"

Little Taozhi sucked his green little fingers, tilted his little head, and thought seriously.

Then he stretched out all ten fingers, his dark cat pupils lit up, and he said in a childish voice, "One hundred yuan!"

Among all the numbers taught by the teacher, one hundred is the largest number.

The auctioneer was stunned for a moment: "One... one hundred?"

He has been working in the auction industry for so many years, but he has never seen an item with such a low price right from the start!

However, this figure may be relatively high for an ordinary graffiti.

In any case, the auctioneer has seen it all.

President Pei allowed his daughter to auction off her casual graffiti on stage just to amuse the child.

So nothing else matters. Even if Xiao Taozhi offers a trillion today, President Pei should be able to help her.

Besides, it’s just a hundred dollars, as long as the little princess is happy.

Understanding this, the auctioneer immediately struck the hammer and announced loudly, according to Xiao Taozhi's offer: "Okay, the starting price for this painting is one hundred interstellar coins!"

(End of this chapter)