Chapter 207

"This painting is Mr. Wei's painting. He doesn't sell it. Hey, here he is..."

Just as he was saying this, an old man with a white beard came here with a strong step on crutches.

Mr. Wei, a Chinese of M nationality, is well-known in the international painting industry. It is difficult to find a painting.

Of course, Cheng Yi's mother has heard of this thunderous name.

In the circle of famous ladies in the upper class, in addition to luxury items such as jewelry bags, anyone who doesn't collect the works of some famous artists will be laughed at as a upstart.

But Mr. Wei's paintings can't be bought with money.

He has a strange temper and is almost strict with buyers.

Guan Zhiling thought that if he could buy the painting, wouldn't he have more face in the circle?

In the twinkling of an eye, the old man with white beard had arrived.

The manager of the exhibition hall greeted him politely.

The old man with white beard just nodded perfunctorily. Without saying anything, he came forward to take down the picture on the wall and turned around to leave.

Song Chi saw that Guan Zhiling liked the painting and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Old man, how much is this painting? I want to buy it."

The old man with white beard frowned slightly and glanced at Song Chi.

"You can't afford it."

He said he would leave over Song Chi.

Song Chi, who was despised, was embarrassed.

Are there any strong women in the market who can't afford to buy anything?

"Old man, let's make an offer. After you say the price, see if I can afford it?"

Song Chi's face was frozen, with a trace of pride that can not be ignored.

The old man with white beard snorted coldly.

"At a young age, I stink of copper. My reputation will be ruined if I sell it to you. You'd better harm other people's paintings..."

Song Chi's choked face was ugly and his eyes were cold.

After all, Cheng Yi was so belittled in front of her mother. No matter how thick she is, she can't hang on.

For a moment, the air was filled with awkward silence.

The old man with white beard glanced at Su Nan and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Will you buy it?"

Su Nan pursed her lips. "If you don't buy it, I also have copper smell!"

The old man with white beard laughed angrily.

Song Chi was unwilling, and his tone was cold and fierce.

"Old man, why don't you sell it to me, but ask someone else?"

"Because she is beautiful!"

The old man with white beard took it for granted.

Song Chi, choking with anger, stood there coldly, glaring at him.

Guan knew Ling couldn't control so much, so he tried hard to wink at Su Nan.

Don't refuse!

She does want it!

Su Nan pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment.

Reverse mouth.

"How much is it for me?"

She doesn't want to fight song Chi.

It's Guan Zhiling who wants it.

She is Cheng Yi's mother. For Cheng Yi's sake, she can't turn around and leave.

"Little girl, I sold a pair to the royal family of country y in Europe. It cost nine million pounds. How much did you pay?"

Su Nan was a little surprised.

Guan Zhiling and song Chi were even more shocked.

Song Chi thought she had seen the world, but she did not have a deep understanding of the values in the cultural circle.

A nine million pound painting?

It should be kept in a museum

Su Nan's eyebrows are worth the price.

Seeing that Guan Zhiling really wanted it, she nodded, with an air that could not be ignored in her loose temperament.

"I'll double that."

Not too stingy.

Old leader Wei was choked in his throat by Su Nan's carelessness.

"Oh, how generous."

"You are worth the price."

Su Nan smiled.

A few seconds passed.

Old man Wei snorted coldly.

"I won't sell it to you!"

With that, he turned and left.

Song Chi smiled satisfyingly.

So is Su Nan.

Guan Zhiling looked anxiously at the old man with white beard. He couldn't miss this opportunity for nothing

Su Nan sighed helplessly.

Finally he made a noise and stopped old man Wei from leaving.

"Teacher, you make me lose face..."