The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

Sun Jingfei's solo exhibition suddenly became an auction of Chen Feng's paintings.

"Fifty million!"

"One billion!"

"..."

"Three billion!"

From the initial 30 million to 300 million, it took only five minutes.

Sun Jingfei's face was pale with anger.

It's already intolerable for a good painting exhibition to be smashed by a delivery company.

What's even more annoying is that his dignified professor of the Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known painter in China, the highest auctioned painting is worth 50 million.

As for a painting that Chen Feng drew casually, the auction price has now reached 300 million.

One painting is just one of his paintings in the entire exhibition.

Who can stand this!

"Dad, keep your breath first, trust me, there must be a turning point in this matter."

Sun Yaoyang comforted, took out his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast, and pointed the camera at Chen Feng on the stage.

Live room title: The food delivery industry is out of garbage again!

Soon, the audience in the live broadcast room increased.

"Isn't this the takeaway guy who painted "My Great Mother-in-law"!?"

"It's really him, he is much handsomer than the photo in the live broadcast!"

"Anchor, there is a kind of you sending out the address, and my takeout delivery provokes you!"

"After reading articles on the Internet, I think this person is definitely not as simple as delivering food. Now he is engaged in live broadcast and bloggers. There must be a big team behind it!"

As the anchor, Sun Yaoyang sent a barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Everyone, don't be deceived by him. This person is just rubbish. He maliciously insulted Master Sun Jingfei at the exhibition, causing a serious personal attack on Master Sun Jingfei!"

After showing this barrage to Sun Jingfei, Sun Yaoyang sent another one.

"Rent a luxury car to deliver takeaways and invite beautiful actresses to join in. It is so shameless that he is not worthy of stepping into the sacred hall of art. His paintings are even more rubbish!"

The two bullet screens were sent out, and the audience in the live broadcast room was completely boiling.

"Anchor, are you a black fan?"

"It is estimated that the team behind Sun Jingfei is operating, jealous."

"To be honest, Sun Jingfei's paintings are really bad. When I saw him at an art exhibition last time, he begged Su Xinyan for an autograph like a dog. It really disgusted me!"

Sun Jingfei was completely speechless when he saw these crazy screen barrage.

"Yaoyang, didn't you say that things will definitely turn around?"

"Dad, this..." Sun Yaoyang was embarrassed, "The audience in this live broadcast room is a group of blind people, don't be angry."

The voice just fell.

There was a new round of barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Is this auction of Mr. Chen's work?"

"I also want to participate in the auction, the anchor, what is the highest price now?"

"I give out 350 million!"

"Four billion!"

"450 million!"

"..."

Not only people in the exhibition hall participated in the auction, but the audience in the live broadcast room also excitedly joined in.

Moreover, not only the rich and powerful, but also famous scholars and professors in the art world participated in the bidding in the live broadcast room.

The number of bidders is no less than on-site.

Sun Yaoyang has no way to close the live broadcast room. There are too many big guys in the live broadcast room. If it closes suddenly, these big guys will definitely have opinions.

His face was as dark as pig liver.

Originally, we started a live broadcast to get netizens to scold Chen Feng.

Who knows, cursing Chen Feng would not be successful, but instead helped him get a bunch of big men who were willing to bid high prices for his paintings.

This wave of operations is absolutely impossible for ordinary people.

But Sun Yaoyang did it!

"Dad, listen to me to explain..."

Sun Jingfei faced her facelessly and hid in the bathroom crying.

The auction continues.

"My Great Mother-in-law" has been called to a high price of 800 million!

Su Xinyue tugged at the corner of Chen Feng's clothes and said in a low voice, "Hey, they are all crazy. How can the broken painting you drew be worth 800 million?"

"Then how much do you think it is worth?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

Su Xinyue curled her lips disdainfully: "It's worthless! Even if you give it to me for nothing, I'm not rare."

The smile of Chen Feng's mouth was even worse: "Do you know which four words are written on your face now?"

"A look of disgust!" Su Xinyue answered without even thinking about it.

"No, duplicity."

Chen Feng raised his hand and stroked Su Xinyue's head twice with a gentle gesture that seemed to others.

He whispered in her ear: "The fiancée in this painting is indeed worthless. The reason why they gave 800 million is all to the mother-in-law."

"Chen Feng, you bastard!"

Su Xinyue clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

Had it not been for the numerous media reporters, she would have punched Chen Feng's nose with a fist.

A reporter was eating dog food in his mouth and asked curiously: "Mr. Chen, someone at the scene has already given a high price of 800 million yuan. For such a price, would you be willing to sell your work?"

Chen Feng took the microphone and replied in a low-key voice: "Thank you for your support. I am very touched."

Raised his hand and wiped his dry eye sockets.

"I paint purely out of love, out of the persistent pursuit of art and beauty. I am willing to create excellent spiritual food for the people and make continuous efforts. I am not at all interested in the bidding prices of several hundred million in your mouth."

The sharp and wise eyes swept to everyone present.

Chen Feng concluded: "I paint for myself, never to please others!"

Happiness!

There was thunderous applause.

Many people were moved to tears.

"Mr. Chen, you are my idol!"

"That's great. There are really not many artists like Mr. Chen who are not famous and fortune!"

"Mr. Chen, don't deliver the food. I will give you 10 million. You can rest for a few years!"

"I donate thirty million!"

"Just for Mr. Chen, I don't want the good quality of money, I will pay 50 million!"

In the exhibition hall, the auction soon turned into a "charity donation meeting."

Su Xinyue almost thought she had hallucinations.

She couldn't help but stared at Chen Feng: "What medicine did you give them? If they are hypocritical, they will believe it?"

"I'll be true to you." Chen Feng smiled.

"Hey--" Su Xinyue snorted coldly.

At this moment, a beautiful figure hurriedly appeared in the exhibition hall.

She wore a white dress and went straight to the stage.

An enticing smell of roasted sweet potatoes diffused in the exhibition hall.

"Chen Feng, here I am."

Su Xinyan ate the roasted sweet potatoes in her hands while passing the other two hot roasted sweet potatoes to Chen Feng and Su Xinyue.

"Sister Si, I won't eat." Su Xinyue frowned and refused.

"Too hot?" Chen Feng glanced at her, waved a big hand, took off the drawing and tore it in half.

"give it to me."

He took two roasted sweet potatoes from Su Xinyan's hands, and skillfully wrapped them in drawings.

One of them handed it to Su Xinyue: "Take it, it's not hot now."