The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 47

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Chapter 46

Chapter 46: 021 Charismatic Richest Man, Dr. Gao_l

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Ren Wanxuan couldn’t understand why Ren Qian was partial to Bai Lian, just because Bai Lian looked good and had a bit of luck?

Beside her, Chen Zhu was also quietly watching the calligraphy.

Upon hearing Ren Wanxuan’s comment, he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Ji Heng tapped his smoking pipe, shifting his gaze from the auction back to Ren Wanxuan before lowering his voice and saying helplessly to Bai Lian,

“Don’t be ridiculous, don’t make arbitrary judgments.”

Although Ren Wanxuan’s tone was unpleasant, she did have a point; if Bai Lian’s words were overheard by other people or her fans.

Even though those from the Bai Family were not current stars, if one were to ask a child on the street, fifty percent of them would know who they were.

By then, Bai Lian would indeed be torn apart by netizens.

Bai Lian: “…Oh.’

Calligraphy required capturing the spirit, and she had been in the zone when she wrote it, but she was young at the time and was still practicing wrist suspension.

Every day, her right hand hung with a brick as she practiced writing, her strokes were nowhere near as steady as they were now.

Liang Zewen had remarked, after she finished writing, that if she had written this piece a few years later, it would have been even better.

“Everyone sees things differently,” Ren Qian put down his teacup, smoothing things over, “Let’s focus on the bidding first.”

Ren Qian smiled. Glancing at Bai Lian, who was radiating sharpness, he internally shook his head.

She was too young after all, but he also shouldn’t have brought up such topics in front of Bai Lian. The Ji Family seemed not to understand the Liang style of calligraphy. Discussing such artistic thresholds with Bai Lian was no different than playing the lute to a cow.

Meanwhile, outside.

People on the first and second floors were getting restless.

The bidding had already reached 80 million, yet no one on the third floor had made a move.

“81 million,” someone on the second floor bid again.

“100 million,” a middle-aged voice rose from the third floor.

At that sound, Ren Qian couldn’t help but sit up straight.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu exchanged glances. Looking at Bai Lian, she lowered her voice, “Is it that Director Chen?” 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝔴𝖊𝖇𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑.𝖈𝖔𝖒

Chen Zhu nodded without shifting his gaze.

This authentic piece with a heavy history, once bought and kept private, could only be appreciated in moments like this.

The Chen Family and the Ren Family had secured invitations, but they hadn’t expected Director Chen to somehow get his hands on another invitation. They couldn’t owe this favor to him.

On the third floor.

Director Chen held the handle, his eyes glued to the auction stage.

“120 million.’

The price kept climbing.

Unable to resist, Director Chen directed his gaze to the man sitting in the middle, “Young Master Jiang, our master says, if you could, could you give some support to the Chen Family this time? The old master said as long as you help this once…”

The Chen Family maintained a large retinue, with every penny at home allocated as military provisions.

Despite the existence of a private museum, anything that even slightly required funds would often cause the old Chen to beg the Jiang Family for money with a shameless face.

This occasion was no exception.

Director Chen had originally wondered how he could invite this man, but to his surprise, it didn’t take much effort.

Jiang Fulai lounged elegantly on the sofa, his long legs crossed as he focused on the auction stage, his slender fingers resting on the back of the sofa in a posture both aristocratic and aloof.

Upon hearing this, he leisurely glanced over.

Director Chen looked at him eagerly.

Jiang Fulai turned his attention back to the auction stage.

He wasn’t well-versed in calligraphy, but the writing on the display felt oddly familiar. Tapping his fingertips lightly on the sofa, he pondered for a moment before giving Ming Dongheng a look.

Ming Dongheng sat on the far right, pressing the bidding button without blinking, “Two hundred million.”

All the people on the first, second, and third floors: .

Chewing on his finger, Director Chen looked at Ming Dongheng with eyes filled with envy and the feeling of witnessing wasteful spending, wishing he wouldn’t say “two hundred million” with the same tone one would say “two bucks.’

Niing Dongheng looked back at Director Chen, his cool gaze seeming to ask what was wrong.

Director Chen withdrew his gaze.

Really, why was the Jiang Family so rich?

He was truly envious.

Naturally, the calligraphy was eventually acquired by Jiang Fulai. Two hundred million was a sum that required consideration for most people present, but for the Jiang Family, Asia’s richest, it was merely a single statement.

The tall and elegant auctioneer brought down the final hammer.

Director Chen, who had been watching intently, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He resisted the urge to have the piece immediately delivered and thanked

Jiang Fulai, “Thank you, Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Fulai, unruffled, withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, his narrow eyes slightly lifted in an elegant and sincere inquiry, “Why thank me?”

Director Chen was taken aback, “Of course, it’s because of that authentic piece….”