Just then, Xu Yao's call, tinged with a hint of coquettishness, came from not far away.
"Zhou Yang, why did you take so long? The food's getting cold!"
The voice was like heavenly music, instantly rescuing Xiao Ke from her embarrassment.
Like a startled rabbit, she glared fiercely at Zhou Yang, her eyes filled with complex emotions—resentment, unwillingness, and above all, fear.
She was terrified that Xu Yao would see her in such a disheveled state, and even more afraid that Zhou Yang would say something even more offensive in public, which would make her the laughingstock of the entire Jindu high society!
"snort!"
Xiao Ke dared not linger. She stamped her foot and, almost fleeing in panic, hurriedly slipped into the crowd.
Zhou Yang watched her hurried departure and curled his lip in disdain.
This kind of woman is simply not to his liking.
He turned back to Xu Yao's side. Xu Yao was pouting, her cheeks puffed out, like a cute little hamster, and her big, watery eyes held a hint of jealousy that was hard to detect.
"Hmph, who are you chatting with so enthusiastically? I'm starving!"
Zhou Yang found it amusing; the way this girl acted when she was jealous was quite charming.
He reached out and affectionately pinched the tip of Xu Yao's pert nose, saying softly, "Who else could it be? It was just a few flies buzzing around, which I swatted away. Don't worry, my eyes are only on my Yao Yao."
The phrase "our Yao Yao" instantly brightened Xu Yao's mood, her pretty face flushed slightly, she glared at him, but couldn't help but smile.
The two were enjoying their meal when suddenly a fragrant breeze wafted over, drawing the attention of the group.
The leader was a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a smart black suit and skirt, exuding an elegant yet powerful urban charm. She was none other than Feng Yuxuan, the president of Dream Entertainment.
She was followed by seven or eight young men and women, all of them handsome and beautiful, and radiant with star power; they were clearly popular artists under Dream Entertainment.
"Young Master Zhou, Cousin, Miss Qin, Miss Gu, Miss Xu, what a coincidence!"
Feng Yuxuan walked over with a smile and extended her hand.
Zhou Yang and Du Zhe stood up and shook hands with her.
"Mr. Feng, how have you been?"
Zhou Yang nodded politely.
Du Zhe looked disgusted and said, "Cousin, what brings you here? Oh my, and you've brought so many big stars with you, you're going to blind us!"
Feng Yuxuan smiled gently, exuding charm: "Starlight Charity Foundation, our Dream Maker Entertainment is also one of the board members."
"My kids will be performing on stage later to raise funds, so please support them and give them some encouragement, Mr. Zhou and my cousin."
The celebrities behind her also politely greeted Zhou Yang and Du Zhe, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.
Although they are celebrities, they adopt a very humble attitude in front of real financial tycoons.
Seeing her modesty, Du Zhe patted his chest and said with great enthusiasm, "Hehe, since it's my cousin's request, I'll give you face and support you! I'll lead the way in giving tips later!"
Zhou Yang nodded slightly: "President Feng, you're too kind. Charity should be supported. I'm here today to give away money, no problem."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxuan's eyes flashed with surprise, then her smile deepened.
This young master Zhou is indeed as famous as he sounds; his tone is incredibly arrogant.
It seems that the rumors circulating about his immense wealth are not unfounded.
After a few brief pleasantries, Feng Yuxuan led the artists to socialize with the other guests.
The buffet lunch ended quickly, and the host returned to the stage to announce the official start of the charity auction.
"Distinguished guests, the exciting charity auction is about to begin! First up are some outstanding paintings by several contemporary young artists..."
As the host introduced the items, one by one, the so-called "works of art" were brought to the auction stage by the hostesses.
Zhou Yang glanced at it and almost spat out the juice he had just drunk.
The first painting was just a few smears of paint on the canvas.
Red, blue, and yellow intertwine to form a bunch of indescribable color blocks, which are aptly named "The Beginning of Chaos".
The second one is even more outrageous, consisting of a few crooked lines, and is hailed as "The Rhythm of the Universe".
"Holy crap, you call this a drawing? Even kindergarten kids' doodles are better than this!"
Du Zhe couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath, his face full of disbelief.
Zhou Yang was also speechless; he simply couldn't understand the artistic value of these abstract works.
However, what shocked him even more was that a large number of people in the audience flocked to it and frantically raised their placards.
"The Beginning of Chaos, 500,000!"
Six hundred thousand!
"I'll offer 800,000!"
...
Ultimately, the painting "The Beginning of Chaos" was sold for 1.2 million.
The few scribbles resembling the characters "The Rhythm of the Universe" also fetched a high price of 750,000.
Zhou Yang's lips twitched: "These people... are they out of their minds? I wouldn't even take this piece of junk for free."
He now seriously doubts whether he is out of touch with the world's mainstream aesthetics.
Seeing this, Gu Huaiyue covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice intellectual and pleasant: "Mr. Zhou, do you think they are buying the painting itself?"
"Isn't that right?"
Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow.
Gu Huaiyue shook her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wisdom: "While opinions may vary on the artistic merit of these works, the fact that they were auctioned at a charity gala like Starlight means that the artist or the person who recommended the painting must have some influence."
“What buyers are buying is more about the personal connection, the social circle, or rather, a kind of gesture.”
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