Only then did Su Hao realize that although the elders in the family respected the willingness of the two to support themselves and did not interfere in arranging their internships, they were still worried that they would be bullied in a foreign country. So whether it was her gallery or Xu Lie’s financial capital company, there were people who were taken care of and taken care of them.

A conflict broke out in the parking lot early this morning, and the news reached Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao and Wen Anni's cousin are incompatible with each other in the North City celebrity circle. Now that Wen Annie is bullying her brother and sister, she can't bear it.

In Xu Qiao's words, Wen Annie is stepping on the face of their Xu family and Cheng family.

So, if Wen Annie wears a fairy dress, Su Hao has to wear a more beautiful fairy dress.

When Wen Annie takes a luxury car, Su Hao has to take a more expensive luxury car.

When a person is alive, he has to fight for a breath.

Su Hao suddenly saw this fairy skirt, but he actually had no idea of ​​competing. He probably lived a very satisfied life now, so his temper was more Buddhist than before. Today she was thinking that there were so many people in the world who were richer than her, but how many people were happier than her. If Wen Annie hadn't really had nothing to show off to her except money, she wouldn't have done such boring actions.

But when Xu Lie talked about Xu Qiao's school violence by a group of celebrities led by the Wen family because of her nouveau riche, Su Hao became Su Haoqi.

This is not her own business.

This is a battle to defend the Xu family's honor.

Su Hao decided, so Annie Wen didn't even have to show off her money.

*

The next evening, Su Hao and Xu Lie came to the gallery in the car arranged by Cheng Lang.

Perhaps because he had never seen Xu Lie wear a serious suit, when he wore a well-tailored black suit and gentlemanly opened the car door for her, Su Hao felt an unreality in the changing time and space in a trance, as if he had traveled through time many years later.

Looking at his slender legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, sexy Adam's apple on the edge of his laces, and the hand with distinct joints on the placket buttons, Su Hao couldn't help but sigh after getting off the station: "Is Mr. Xu seducing me in such a dress?"

Xu Lie looked at her milky white one-shoulder gauze fairy skirt and raised her eyebrows: "Why is Miss Su's evil man complaining first?"

After the words came to an end, the two of them turned their eyes and smiled.

A thought of preparing for the future flashed through Su Hao's mind. He had to protect this fairy skirt when he went home at night and not to be torn by Xu Lie.

Xu Lie held up his arms, and Su Hao naturally took his arm and walked in with him.

In the gallery hall, crystal chandeliers are shining brightly, and formally dressed men and women are shuttled back and forth. Looking around, there are mostly tall Westerners on all sides, so Su Hao glanced at the particularly petite one.

Annie Wen was standing in the display gallery of the lot, with Feng Shuo standing on her left.

However, the two of them didn't seem very close, and they looked at each other from an arm's distance. It is estimated that the family asked the two juniors to come alone at this auction, so they had to be together after a fight.

Su Hao walked to the middle of the display gallery with Xu Lie, pointed to the No. 112 item, raised his voice and said to Xu Lie: "This is the "Funeral" by Massimo. When I was curating, I really wanted this oil painting."

Xu Lie had never heard of any item tonight from Su Hao's mouth, but seemed to understand her intention and nodded and said, "Then let's take a photo."

Not far away, Wen Annie and Feng Shuo heard the voices of the two and turned their heads together.

Wen Anni stared at Su Hao in surprise, noticed Feng Shuo's gaze, and quickly moved her eyes away, revealing a look of dodging.

Feng Shuo glanced at Xu Lie next to Su Hao and walked towards the venue with a dark face.

Wen Annie was about to turn around and follow in, but suddenly she was stopped by Su Hao who had come back to see him: "School Sister Wen?"

She had to stop.

Su Hao walked forward with Xu Lie in his arms: "School Sister Wen has no one to accompany you?"

Wen Annie looked at the hands of Su Hao and Xu Lie, and smiled at the two of them: "No, my boyfriend has entered the venue first."

"Oh, why don't you leave here alone?" Su Hao sighed and asked Xu Lie, "School sister looks a little lonely. Do we want to accompany her?"

Xu Lie shook his head: "No."

It's really just like the directness of "seniors don't care about the truth" back then.

Su Hao almost couldn't hold back his laughter. When he raised his eyes, he saw that Wen Annie's face turned pale and she didn't do anything on the surface. He nodded to the two and turned away.

An older Chinese man on the side seemed to want to say something to Su Hao, waiting beside him before Su Hao walked towards Annie Wen.

Su Hao noticed the other party's desire to speak but stopped and said in confusion: "Hello, is there anything wrong?"

The old man smiled kindly and waved his hand: "It's nothing important, I just heard the local accent and felt familiar. I heard you say a few more words and wanted to tell you," he pointed to Massimo's "Funeral" and reminded Su Hao, "As far as I know, that painting left a flaw in the hands of a previous collector. If you like Massimo, you might be able to look at No. 113. I think it should be a work that many people like tonight."

"Thank you for your reminder." Su nodded with a smile, "I know."

*

An hour later, Massimo's "Funeral" appeared on the screen in the auction venue.

Su Hao sat upright and held the number plate that had been empty-handed for an hour.

The auctioneer said in English: "Lot No. 112, Massimo's "Funeral", starting at $200,000."

Su Hao was the first to raise the number plate.

The auctioneer raised his hand and signaled: "250,000 US dollars."

Someone followed closely.

“$300,000.”

Su Hao continued to hold the sign slowly.

“$500,000.”

“$700,000.”

“$800,000.”

800,000 is Su Hao's brand.

When the auction price came to this point, many people who had learned about the market in advance put down the signs in their hands.

Those who bid for these hidden paintings are collected because of their love, and partly for investment. When the goods are sold in the future, this No. 112 lot is the only defective product tonight. Although it does not affect the original work, its value will inevitably decline.

There was a pause on the court and the auctioneer looked around for a week: "$800,000 per day."

“900,000 dollars.”

Su Hao looked to the front right and it was Wen Annie who raised the card.

"1 million US dollars." Su Hao continued to keep up.

"1.5 million US dollars." Annie Wen stacked five hundred thousand directly up.

Su Hao raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Lie.

Xu Liebi's mouth shape: Continue.

“$1.6 million.”

“$1.7 million.”

“$1.8 million.”

Only Su Hao and Wen Annie were left on the field.

Some people whispered to each other, obviously the price was beyond most people's estimates for this painting.

Su Hao raised the bid to $1.8 million, and Annie Wen said something to Feng Shuo on the left. Feng Shuo nodded impatiently.

Wen Annie gestured to increase the price on the auctioneer.

"2.5 million US dollars." The auctioneer excitedly shouted out the high price given by Annie Wen.

An uproar came from all sides.

Su kindly put down the number plate with satisfaction. Xu Lie smiled and pinched her fingers, as if praising her.

“$2.5 million at a time.”

“Double $2.5 million.”

"The deal was made for $2.5 million, congratulations to this lady!"

Su Hao shrugged at Xu Lie and sighed.

Wen Annie looked back and sneered at Su Hao.

Everyone from all sides applauded and sighed in a low voice: "Is it a fan of Massimo's painting fan?"

"Probably, but why not wait for the next one?"

"I thought this painting would be the lowest price tonight, but I didn't expect it to become a dark horse."

As Wen Annie listened to these comments, the smile on her face gradually solidified.

Feng Shuo didn't understand these English sentences at all, and glanced at her: "Why, didn't you lend money to take pictures?"

Annie Wen did not answer, frowned, turned her head to listen to the two Americans behind her.

"It's really a plentiful purchase of a defective product for $2.5 million."

"I'm really curious about what high price Massimo will get in the next picture. This lady shouldn't be stingy. Massimo's "Sunset Rose" is the most anticipated painting tonight."

Annie Wen seemed to be kicked by someone, and turned her head and looked at Su Hao.

Su Hao seemed to be waiting there, and smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

*
To be continued...