Chapter 85

Under the light, a colorful and charming picture of a girl slowly unfolded in everyone's sight.

Lin Ran's pupils shrank and he suddenly sat up straight.

On the auction table, a beautiful girl was sleeping peacefully.

At first glance, everyone was immersed in the girl's peerless beauty and the flowers. But when they looked again, they were shocked to find that the girl was sleeping in the endless black lake. The painter's brushstrokes were like tentacles of darkness, pulling the girl in the lake into the abyss little by little.

The first sight is beauty and joy, the second sight is darkness and sorrow.

"This painting is by an unknown European artist, called The Bride of God. Bidding begins now."

After the hammer fell, no one raised their hand.

Song Zitong excitedly clenched the sign in her hand. This was the mysterious girl series of paintings that she had seen before. These people really didn't know the value of it at all.

How come no one takes a photo of such a poignant and moving painting?

Damn, why is the starting price 10 million?

"Mr. Chen, don't you like this painting?" Song Zitong looked at Shen Jinghan, with the words "please bid" almost written on her face.

She would bid for this painting even if it cost five million, ten million is really too much.

If she took a picture of this, she would have to kneel in the ancestral hall when she returned.

Shen Jinghan said nothing, his phoenix eyes looking deeply at the girl in the painting in the center of the booth.

Song Zitong turned around to look at Lin Ran, wanting to tell her that this was the painter she had mentioned before. Her paintings were not available on the market at all, and they were hard to come by!

However, Lin Ran lowered his head and didn't even look at the booth.

"Ten million." A lazy voice sounded, and Shen Zhuoyu raised the sign.

Song Zitong's eyes lit up! Shen Er knows what he's talking about! Shen Er is rich and powerful!

Everyone looked sideways.

"Is Shen Er crazy? Spending 10 million on such an unknown painting? This is going to cost him a lot of money."

"I've never heard of this artist, and the meaning of this painting doesn't seem very good. You must be crazy to take this picture."

"Although ten million isn't worth it, this is already the cheapest item at auction tonight. Since the Second Young Master of the Shen family is here, he can't just sit there and not spend a penny. Otherwise, he'll be laughed at for a whole year."

"That's true. It seems that Shen Er is indeed something."

People were discussing in groups of three or four, but no one raised the price.

Shen Jinghan said indifferently: "Twenty million."

Shen Zhuoyu: “Thirty million.”

Shen Jinghan pursed his lips and said coldly: “Eighty million!”

The auction hall instantly became lively.

"What's going on? Is this painting worth 80 million?"

"Who is this painter? Does anyone know him?"

"This is the first time the Shen family's eldest and second young masters have spoken up for a bid tonight, right? Could it be that they're just trying to outbid each other?"

“Never mind, the painting Shen Jinghan wants is worth even 100 million.”

How many people want to get close to the Shen family but have no way to do so. Since I know he likes this painting, I might as well take a picture of it and give it to him later.

"Eighty-five million."

"Ninety million."

Everyone raised their hands, and an unknown painting was instantly sold for a whopping 90 million yuan.

"One hundred million." Chen Zhuoyu said lazily, his peach blossom eyes shining like stars, and he looked back with a smile at the children from the noble families who had laughed at him before.

Those young men were so embarrassed that their faces turned red and they wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

They wouldn't spend 100 million to buy an unknown painting, mainly because they really don't have the money.

The Shen family is so wealthy that even an illegitimate son can be so arrogant.

Lin Ran reached out and grabbed Shen Zhuoyu's arm, raised her wet almond eyes, and said softly: "It's not worth it."

This painting is not worth the price. One hundred million? She has never seen so much money in her life.