"This is 'Ghost Face,' a work that gained international fame five years ago, a top-tier treasure that even Master Cheng Yao wanted to collect."
"I also heard that the artist who painted this mask was a teenager, a true painting prodigy. He became famous overnight in a creative design competition with this painting, 'Ghost Mask,' and gained a high artistic status abroad."
The appearance of this mask caused a huge uproar.
The audience at the auction was buzzing with discussion and extremely noisy.
Jiang Zhan had also studied this mask and liked it very much.
“Sister, I used to only see reports about this painting, ‘Ghost Face,’ in books and documents. I never thought it would appear at today’s auction. It’s just a pity. I heard that the artist became a legend with just this painting and then disappeared. Some people say she died young…” Jiang Zhan sighed.
Lu Zhiwei's face fell immediately.
"..." She died young, how could she not know?
Rumors are truly terrifying.
Also, she's just too lazy to produce new works, it doesn't mean she's dead.
After the auctioneer finished introducing the information about the ghost mask on stage, he said that it was a mask of the Ghost King, which could ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune and wealth.
This immediately sparked the interest of many bidders.
The starting bid is five million.
The starting price was two million higher than all the previous lots, which shows the value of this item in the entire auction.
When the auctioneer called out five million.
There were nearly thirty people raising their paddles in the first row of VIP seats downstairs, with the highest bid reaching ten million.
Shen Jinmo stared at the people bidding below the stage, slowly sipping his tea without making a bid.
The number of people in the audience kept increasing the price to the limit, reaching 20 million.
Shen Jinmo made his move.
They held up a sign that read 30 million.
The auctioneer, gazing at the thirty million raised high in box number three, exclaimed excitedly, "Box number three, raise the bid to thirty million! Is there anyone else bidding higher?"
The VIP section on the first floor was completely silent.
Shen Jinmo smiled slightly, tossed aside the cards in his hand, and prepared to get up to collect the mask intended for Lu Zhiwei.
At this moment, Lu Zhiwei selected a bill from among the various amounts and held it up to the window.
The auctioneer's hand trembled slightly as he saw the bid raised in box eight: "Number eight, our VIP number eight has raised the bid to fifty million!!!"
Fifty million!
This caused a stir at the auction.
Charity galas are really just about getting a good reputation; there's no need to spend so much.
Shen Jinmo had just stood up when the person who suddenly raised the price by fifty million darkened his handsome face and sat back down.
Lin Jing looked at him from the side and asked, "President Shen, should we add more?"
“Add it.” Shen Jingmo replied without hesitation.
The amount sign was raised again.
The auctioneer's face froze: "One hundred million! Box number three has bid one hundred million right off the bat!"
The announcement of 100 million caused an uproar in the audience.
Shen Shuyuan, who was in the next private room, snapped out of her daze.
"Has my brother gone mad? He bought this lousy mask for a hundred million?"
Shen Shuyuan had never seen Shen Jinmo so out of control. In previous years, her older brother would just casually throw away tens of millions at auctions and then go home.
It's rare for him to be so determined to get something.
Shen Jiarui had never seen Shen Jinmo so wasteful. He used to only know that his older brother loved making money, while he was the spendthrift son of the Shen family.
"You can't buy what he likes with a thousand pieces of gold. He's rich and can do whatever he wants." Shen Jiarui leaned back on the sofa, quietly watching the show.
He was somewhat curious whether the price for VIP room number eight would increase.
Lu Zhiwei flipped through the list of money cards.
Apart from the highest price of 100 million, there were no other brands to add.
“Sister Wei, you want to add more? In previous years, the highest-priced item at the charity auction only reached 100 million, so the private room won’t have any higher-priced items.” An Yang explained to her.
Lu Zhiwei waved her hand: "It's okay, no one said you can't stack them."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the 100 million dollar sign and added a 10 million dollar sign.
Two signs were held up from the window.
The auctioneer was shocked: "?" This... is this even possible?
Jiang Zhan never expected that his sister would also like the things he liked.
"Sis, I'll go see who's in room number three. I'll tell him not to mess with you."
Jiang Zhan opened the door to the private room and went out.
Lu Zhiwei didn't even have a chance to call him back.
How could she not know who was in VIP room number three, given how she planned everything?
Jiang Zhan ran to VIP room number three and banged on the door.
Lin Jing heard the sound and opened the door.
Jiang Zhan rushed inside.
Seeing Shen Jinmo sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, searching for money in the account book, Jiang Zhan was slightly stunned: "Ex...ex-brother-in-law, how come it's you?"
Shen Jinmo, fearing that a decisive decision would be made, did not respond to Jiang Zhan in time.
They found a sign that cost 100 million, then added another sign that cost 50 million, and placed them in the window.
Auctioneer: "One hundred and fifty million! Box number three has bid one hundred and fifty million! This breaks the record for the highest amount ever paid at a charity auction in recent years."
After making his offer, Shen Jingmo turned to Jiang Zhan and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to advise you not to raise the price. My sister is number eight," Jiang Zhan blurted out.
Shen Jinmo paused slightly, then a knowing smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Since she likes this ghost mask so much, and the Lu family will definitely attend the auction, it's not surprising that she will compete with him for it.
"What if I don't agree?" Shen Jingmo picked up his teacup and took a small sip.
Lu Zhiwei has already increased the amount to 160 million.
No matter how much he offers.
She would always add ten million to his price.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
