Chapter 347

The host is really big, I don't know how to introduce it, although this piece of words looks really good, like a famous writer.

But the problem is, no matter how good the word is, it's not made by a famous person, and the person who wrote it is a little girl, a little girl without fame or status.

She is a big star, or a big girl, that's better than nothing.

Who would want to buy such a painting.

Although the necklace just now surprised everyone, it was worn by the eldest lady of the Xu family, who was the niece of the second leader of the abyss empire.

Of course, the auctioneer is an auctioneer after all. Although the word and the writer seem to be worthless, he still exaggerates.

The writer has no identity. It doesn't matter that the word is not written by a famous writer.

The key point is that this pair of words looks good.

If you write so well, you can praise it.

The auctioneer used all the nice words he could say, and praised this pair of words.

Of course, it's useless for auctioneers to boast that this word will be valuable in the future. Many people don't believe it.

We just didn't expect that Leng Rongrong was more perfunctory than Xu Rourou.

She has so many valuable things on her body, she is reluctant to take out one to auction, she just takes out a pair of words to auction?

And it's temporary.

Does she really think that she is a master who can sell a single word at a sky high price?

Xu rule seized the opportunity, of course, she would not let Leng Rongrong off so easily. She turned and said sarcastically, "Miss Leng, don't you say that even a hair on your body can't be compared with our value? Why do you come up with such a picture for auction? Are you perfunctory? Since you're not willing to write, don't even write. The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all prepared for you here. What do you say you've paid? "

"What did you give? I wrote, I did it. " Leng Rongrong looked at Xu rule and said, "miss two, what you said is a little too much. To be honest, I think my words are very valuable. As you have said, a hair of mine is more valuable than the whole of you, so the words I write must be more valuable! "

Xu rule:!!!

"What's more, Miss Xu, you can't see my words, and you can't be sure that others can't see them either."

"It's not for you to buy. What are you excited about?"

"Miss Xu Er, you didn't hold the charity auction, and the money was not used on you. Why are you so indignant? If Miss Xu Er thinks that other people's donation is too little, you can do more. You are also the most favored Miss Xu, aren't you? Are you so poor that you can only donate a necklace? "

Leng Rongrong looked at Xu rule several times with a scornful look, and then said, "forget it, if you are really so poor, just think I didn't say it."

"You -"

people around you began to coax, "yes, is Miss Xu er a little more powerful?"

Xu rule glared at Leng Rongrong.

"Is the bracelet on Miss Xu er's wrist good? Don't you donate it? I think Miss Xu Er is so kind-hearted that she blames us for not paying enough. Then you can do more! "

Leng Rongrong said with a smile.

Many people around are looking at Xu rule. Xu rule is very sad, but she thinks that the little uncle can help Xu Rourou to take back the necklace. If he takes out his bracelet, he will also take it back.

For the sake of face, in order to show his generosity, Xu rule said with a smile, "OK, then I'll donate my bracelet. Although I like it very much, it's right to do charity. Unlike some people, I don't want to donate anything from myself. I just write a piece of writing perfunctorily. "

Xu rule really took out his bracelet.

Leng Rongrong's lips are slightly crooked and her face is dark. She doesn't care what Xu rule says.

Calligraphy and paintings are still on sale.

The starting price was said by Leng Rongrong himself, "30 million."

So when the auctioneer said the price, all the people present were shocked.

"I'll go. It's not a famous work. The starting price is 30 million yuan. Although the writing of such a piece is pretty, I think the starting price is 300 yuan at most!"

"Three hundred dollars is a little too much. I think I'll think about three thousand dollars."

"Miss Leng seems to be very good at collecting money. Does she want to photograph her own words? If there is no one to shoot, she can only buy it to ease the embarrassment. "

There were whispers around.

Whenever I hear these whispered comments that are not good for Leng Rongrong, Xu rule will be very happy.

She is looking forward to Leng Rongrong making a fool of herself.

But who would have thought that many people started to grab the painting just after it was said that the starting price was 30 million yuan.

"Fifty million!""80 million!"

"I'll give you 90 million!"

"100 million, no discussion, this is mine!"

"I've read such words in Master Li Jinshu's side. It seems that they are treasured by Master Li Jinshu! I'll give you 110 million! "

"Li Jinshu? The master of traditional Chinese painting? The artist? "

"Mr. Li Jinshu's collection? Then I'll pay 200 million! "

"These characters are really powerful, more beautiful than some other calligraphers, and worth collecting!"

In this way, we all seem to find that Leng Rongrong's handwriting is very good and classic, and then we start all kinds of bidding.

In just a few minutes, the price was raised again and again, which was countless times more than Xu Rourou's necklace.

At the end of the day, it directly sold for more than one billion yuan.

It seems that money is not money, just a number.

Everyone is very crazy. There are several people who are good at studying calligraphy and painting. They are almost ready to fight. They all want to win.

Leng Rongrong is calm.

Xu rule couldn't believe it, and many people who didn't know much about calligraphy and painting were also stunned.

What's the situation?

Isn't this character written by Miss Leng?

It's just a little girl who is not well-known. Why do we all fight like this?

Is that exaggeration?

"You don't hire all these people, do you?" Xu rule looked back at Leng Rongrong, and didn't believe that it was because of the charm of this word that so many people raised the price crazily.

"Hire? You can think that way. It's someone you can't afford to hire anyway. " Leng Rongrong shrugged, a indifferent attitude.

"You -" Xu rule feels that every time he talks to Leng Rongrong, he is choked by the breath in his chest. He can't spit it out and swallow it. It's too irritating.

At this time, the climax came.

Mo Linyuan and Tang Luo finished talking about the business worth hundreds of billions from the outside, and they heard that everyone was bidding for calligraphy and painting.