Bao Mingyuan made a rough calculation, figuring that with a bid of one million, no one would dare to compete with him.
But there were many who recognized the value of the piece on site, and quite a few followed his bid with their own.
"5 million." Bao Mingyuan decided to secure the deal.
On stage, the leaders of Zhongjiang Academy of Fine Arts couldn’t contain their joy!
Who would have thought that Su Ruanruan was a star from South Africa!
The more they looked at this painting, the more they liked it. Upon closer inspection, it even had the air of a masterwork!
Right, wasn’t Su Ruanruan the sister of Professor Su?
Professor Su was a contemporary master; naturally, his sister must be outstanding!
The president of Zhongjiang Academy of Fine Arts personally stepped down to shake hands with Bao Mingyuan.
"Young brother Mingyuan has a good eye!"
Bao Mingyuan was gracefully composed, smiling: "It seems this painting is destined for me?"
The president, flattering him, said: "Since it is a ’scene’ desired by Di Jing, and it caught the eye of young brother Mingyuan, it should indeed belong to you."
The sycophancy was so heavy that it was almost unbearable for others to listen to.
Just as Bao Mingyuan was about to ascend the stage to claim the painting, a voice rang out: "6 million."
Bao Mingyuan’s stride halted.
He turned around and saw Bao Jingyan.
Sitting there, Bao Jingyan nodded with much elegance and style!
Bao Mingyuan became furious!
This unworthy son dared to compete with his father over a possession!
Bao Jingyan smiled enchantingly: "That painting is of my former office."
Bao Mingyuan touched his nose.
He probably guessed Bao Jingyan’s intention.
That morning, he had sensed something was off.
Just that he genuinely hadn’t expected his eldest son to take a fancy to Su Ruanruan.
Su Ruanruan was a good match for Ziqi, but with Jingyan...
There was a ten-year age difference!
Moreover, he always felt that Jingyan needed a woman who could support him.
Ruanruan was too delicate, not suitable.
Bao Mingyuan smiled subtly.
"Jingyan, it seems today father and son must seriously compete for a painting."
Eight million! Bao Jingyan smiled slightly and raised the bid card.
Bao Mingyuan looked sidelong at his eldest son.
He thought it was about enough.
But Bao Jingyan stood up, outright declaring: "20 million."
He looked toward Bao Mingyuan: "I painting very much, Dad. You wouldn’t really deprive someone of what they like, would you?"
His words were loaded with meaning.
Bao Mingyuan glared at his eldest son.
After a moment, his expression relaxed: "It’s rare for you to like something so much."
He gestured, signaling Bao Jingyan to go on stage.
Bao Jingyan turned his head and smiled: "Miss Su, please."
He extended his arm like a gentleman.
Su Ruanruan had no choice but to lightly hold onto him, and led by him, she gracefully ascended the stage.
The hands of the leaders of Zhongjiang Academy of Fine Arts were nearly raw from clapping!
That was even more expensive than the works of famous artists!
Su Ruanruan was incredible!
At this moment, who still remembered Bao Jingyuan and Su Qionglin?
They were obliterated to dust!
Once on stage, a ceremony was conducted.
The president of Zhongjiang Academy of Fine Arts personally shook hands with Bao Jingyan and highly praised Su Ruanruan.
Su Ruanruan looked at the man beside her, speaking with ease.
The one depicted in the painting was him!
Then he must have seen her before, right?
But he never mentioned it.
Below the stage, Bao Ziqi coldly watched the matched pair, his lips tightly pursed.
Was Bao Jingyan’s high-profile behavior really just for a painting?
Beside him, Bao Jingyuan was biting her lip, on the verge of tears...
Madam Bao and Su Qionglin also weren’t in good spirits!
Especially Su Qionglin, watching Su Ruanruan being lightly supported by Bao Jingyan as she descended the steps.