The opening singing rewards the 100 billion group

You can search for "Starting Singing Reward 100 Billion Group Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Zhang Yuan was speechless for Lin Feifei's ridicule.

In fact, Lin Feifei was just joking, she just shocked Zhang Yuan's amazing wealth.

People who don't know think Zhang Yuan is a simple singer, but in fact, he is more than just a singer.

He is both a big boss, a singer, and a popular radio anchor.

He has an amazing talent for poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Even the professors of the Academy of Fine Arts praised it.

There aren't many such talented young people now.

Two people walked into the Jun Mao Hotel and saw the auction held in the banquet hall on the second floor.

In order to keep a low profile and not be recognized, Zhang Yuan still wears a mask. He is used to it now.

Just arrived at the auction site, I saw Ma Xiang.

"The two are here just right, let's go in," Ma Xiang was very happy.

Also very enthusiastic.

"Professor Ma, what is going on," Zhang Yuan asked.

Ma Xiang smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that after you left that day, I met an old friend."

Ma Xiang said that his old friend is a billionaire, has a business at home, and usually likes to collect calligraphy and painting.

I just saw that Ma Xiang had it in his hands, so I took it all at once.

Ma Xiang was reluctant to sell, and suddenly came up with an idea, why not take it directly to the auction house, and then give the auction proceeds to Zhang Yuan, which is the first meeting gift after making friends.

Moreover, if Zhang Yuan's works are robbed wildly, doesn't it just mean that his talent is recognized?

"Hehe, that's the case, then I have to thank Professor Ma," Zhang Yuan laughed.

For the first time in his life, he walked into an auction house to witness the auction of his works with his own eyes.

This feeling is magical and subtle.

"Look, it's starting," Ma Xiang said.

"The next painting, from the hand of Professor Ma of the Academy of Fine Arts, is a landscape painting with poems, exquisite calligraphy, beautiful lines, and a starting price of 100,000."

On the stage, the auctioneer said loudly.

Information about the lot has been sent to the audience in advance, and everyone has already understood the content of this painting.

"One hundred and fifty thousand,"

"Well, this lady bid one hundred fifty thousand,"

"That gentleman bid two hundred thousand,"

"Two hundred thousand once,"

"Four hundred thousand, this gentleman increases the price,"

"This lady increased the price to half a million,"

In a blink of an eye, Ma Xiang's landscape paintings have been auctioned for nearly one million.

Very popular.

"Okay, nine hundred thousand,"

"Nine hundred thousand one time,"

"Nine hundred thousand two times,"

"Nine hundred thousand three times,"

"The deal, congratulations to this gentleman,"

Ma Xiang's paintings were sold at a high price of 900,000 yuan.

This shocked Lin Feifei.

"Congratulations, Professor Ma," Zhang Yuan whispered.

Ma Xiang said modestly: "If it weren't for your poem, this painting is not so valuable,"

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, he had confidence in his poems and calligraphy, after all, this was rewarded by the system.

"Everyone, the next lot is a Chinese painting, running horses,"

Everyone present whispered to each other, whispering something, it can be seen that everyone likes the painting, although there is only one smart flying horse in the painting.

There is neither inscription nor inscription.

"Starting price, half a million,"

This price really surprised everyone. It is indeed a good work, even the starting price is so high.

"Awesome," Lin Feifei said secretly.

Zhang Yuan smiled, only to hear that everyone in the audience has started bidding.

"This gentleman bid 600,000 yuan,"

"Seven hundred thousand," I read www.wkshu.com

"Eight hundred thousand,"

"Nine hundred thousand, this gentleman bid nine hundred thousand, nine hundred thousand one time,"

"One million, this lady bid one million,"

In just a moment, one million has been auctioned, and the bidding is fierce.

"One hundred and one hundred thousand,"

"One and three million,"

"One and a half million, well, this gentleman bids again, one and a half million once,"

"One and seven hundred thousand,"

"One hundred and eight million,"

This auction is too fierce.

Zhang Yuan participated in the auction for the first time. This feeling was really crazy and shocking.

It seems that there are a lot of rich people in the Shanghai stock market.

These rich people spend a few million, just like ordinary people spend a few dollars.

Unimaginable.

"two millions,"

"Two million at a time,"

"Two million twice,"

"Two million three times,"

"Congratulations to this gentleman,"

In the end, a white-haired old man took Zhang Yuan's Pegasus picture.

There was warm applause from the audience.

Ma Xiang also applauded and congratulated Zhang Yuan.

"Congratulations, let me just say, your work must be the most popular," Ma Xiang said.

Zhang Yuan didn't know what to say, he just drew the painting casually and was sold for two million.

This is really unexpected.

"Hey, you have to treat me," Lin Feifei said, Zhang Yuan just made money selling paintings.

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded, this little meaning.

At this moment, Ma Xiang suddenly said: "Someone wants to see you,"

"Who?" Zhang Yuan asked in shock.

Looking back, it happened to be the old man who just bought Zhang Yuan's Pegasus diagram.

"Are you the young painter?" The old man looked at the young man wearing a mask curiously.

"Well, really young," the old man was very happy.

Zhang Yuan said, "I'm overwhelmed."

The old man praised first, and then said with a smile: "Is there any interest in holding an art exhibition? I can sponsor you. Money is not a problem, as long as your painting is good enough."

If he is really a self-made painter, he would have agreed now. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But Zhang Yuan is not.

"Thank you for your kindness, sorry, I don't have this idea for the time being," Zhang Yuan rejected the old man.

The old man just felt sorry, and then said some words of encouragement. Before leaving, he left his business card and asked Zhang Yuan to contact him anytime he had something to do.

Judging from the business card information, this old man is indeed the chairman of a group, but he does not seem to be a company in the Shanghai stock market, so Zhang Yuan and Lin Feifei have never heard of it.

The auction has ended, and Zhang Yuan got the money.

The auction company drew commissions in proportion, and the remaining more than one million yuan belonged to Zhang Yuan himself.

Walking out of the hotel, Lin Feifei asked: "Why did you refuse just now?"

Zhang Yuan replied: "Because I never thought about being a painter,"

Lin Feifei think about it, yes, just be a singer honestly.

After returning home, Zhang Yuan broadcast live as usual in the evening.

To the real situation, there is still not much progress, and the mood is still low.

A few days later, Zhang Yuan received a performance invitation from China National Television.

Open the mailbox, Zhang Yuan checked the email.

"Dear Mr. Zhang Yuan, we sincerely invite you to participate in the large-scale charity performance of Heart to Heart,..."

Zhang Yuan knows that this performance is a well-known public welfare performance of National TV, which is often performed all over the country, and this time it is performed in Qincheng.

In addition to the major art troupes, song and dance troupes, the rest are singers and pop singers.