Chapter 89
Lin Ran's old illness relapsed at night, and he felt uncomfortable and painful all over. He slept in a daze all night and fell asleep just before dawn.
I had just fallen asleep when I was woken up by noise in the side hall.
The porcelain hit the ground, making a crisp sound.
Shen Zhongqi's furious voice came: "Where is that rebellious son? The Shen family's fortune was not built by him alone. If I hadn't protected him in the political arena, would he be where he is today?
Can the Shen family become the number one wealthy family?
Now that he's grown strong, he's trying to destroy my job. He's dreaming."
"Master, don't be anxious. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Butler, where is the eldest young master? What time is it? Is he still sleeping?" Lin Ruolan said, adding fuel to the fire.
Lin Ran struggled to get up and looked at the time. It was past 8 o'clock in the morning.
Shen Zhongqi and Lin Ruolan should have flown back early in the morning. At this time, Shen Jinghan would have gone to work long ago. Why did he smash things up at home instead of going to Shanshi Technology to make trouble?
Lin Ran took out a painkiller from her bag and took one. She vaguely heard the housekeeper say, "The eldest young master didn't go to bed until dawn. Master, Third Madam, calm down. I'll go and call them."
She was slightly stunned. Shen Jinghan didn't go to work?
She sneered, God knows what he did at night.
She opened her phone and saw that the hot searches were flooded with news about the Shen-Song marriage.
#The eldest son of the Shen family expressed his love by giving 500 million worth of jewelry, and the marriage between Shen and Song is imminent#, #A painting by an unknown artist was sold at a sky-high price of 200 million#, #Tears of the Mermaid was sold at a sky-high price#, #Bride of God#...
She swiped past the news about the marriage and clicked on the comments section.
The entire comment section was filled with discussions about the painting that fetched a whopping 200 million yuan.
"The Bride of God" became an overnight success.
In fact, this painting had no name at first. The name was probably given by the mysterious collector himself.
Since this painting appeared in Hong Kong, the mysterious collector is most likely of Chinese descent.
Lin Ran called Ivan while looking at the comment section.
The call didn't go through.
The comments were divided into two camps, and they were fighting each other until they were bloody.
——This painting is simply a masterpiece, but I am worried about the painter’s mental state. A painter who can paint such a painting is either a genius or a madman.
——This painting is indeed quite powerful. Even I, who don’t know much about painting, can understand the artistic conception the painter wants to express. It’s just that it’s a bit too sad.
——As expected of a female painter, her paintings are so beautiful.
——Actually, the painting is just ordinary. I don't understand why it was praised so much overnight? This painter called Butterfly was probably unknown before.
— Let's break it up. This is all capital speculation. No matter how amazing a painting is, can it fetch a whopping 200 million yuan? I suggest the relevant authorities investigate whether there's money laundering going on.
——The money laundering claim is hilarious. Do you understand art? Art is priceless. Besides, the eldest son of the Shen family is rich enough to rival a country. What's wrong with spending 200 million on a painting that will last a lifetime?
——To be honest, the person who bought the painting was Shen Jinghan, one of the world's richest men. 200 million is a drop in the bucket for him.
——I heard that Hong Kong's top socialite, Bai Shiyu, gave up even being a European princess for him, and now the Shen and Song families are planning a marriage! Last night was truly thrilling!
——Anyway, this painter became famous and rich overnight.
——What’s strange is that no one has come forward to claim this painting so far. The painter called “Butterfly” must be unaware that his painting has been sold at a sky-high price, right?
The sound of porcelain breaking came from the side hall again.
Lin Ran turned off her cell phone, walked to the door, and gently opened it. In the side hall, she saw Shen Zhongqi's face turned ashen, and he had smashed a lot of tea cups and porcelain in his hands.
Each one is worth a fortune.
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