Qin Han forced himself to remain calm as he went on stage to sign his name. He was filled with joy but also a bit reluctant. The painting was really too expensive—65,000,000!
Nevertheless, he had proven his worth in a gathering of Beicheng’s elites. Once he presented the painting to the Bo Family, everything he did in Beicheng would progress smoothly.
After stepping off the stage, Qin Han glanced at his wife, Wang Keru, and sensed that she had come to terms with it. Women, aren’t they all vain? Why would they hold things against themselves?
Feeling triumphant, he whispered, "The rest is up to you."
Wang Keru didn’t respond; instead, she stared intently at the stage.
Following her gaze, Qin Han chuckled. "Dear, we really can’t afford a second one."
Wang Keru glanced at him. "I didn’t ask you to bid."
She hadn’t spoken to him in a long time. Hearing her sweet and gentle words now, Qin Han felt somewhat enticed, so he leaned closer. "I’ll thank you properly tonight."
Wang Keru gave a cold laugh. Hopefully, you’ll still be capable of thanking me then!
A storm was coming, but she was no longer afraid.
Unaware of his wife’s inner thoughts, Qin Han reveled in his sense of masculine success, unable to pull himself away from it. Qin Siyuan, on the other hand, thought that 65,000,000 for a painting was far too extravagant.
At this point, the final painting by Luo Lin was put up for auction. As it was the last one, the competition was incredibly fierce, and the bid quickly escalated to 45,000,000...
The auctioneer was extremely excited, practically bursting with energy. "Any more bids? We’re at 45,000,000 now... Fifty million from bidder number six, Mr. Wang! Mr. Wang truly has a discerning eye..."
Wanqing sat below the stage, watching silently, her expression somewhat wooden.
After a moment, she murmured, "There shouldn’t be anyone else bidding, right?"
Just as she finished speaking, a clear, elegant voice, like a plucked string, announced, "One hundred million."
The entire room fell silent.
One... one hundred million?
When they recovered, they realized it was Bo Xichen who had raised his paddle. Suddenly, everyone understood.
The Bo Family had always eagerly sought after Luo Lin’s works. This was quite an extravagant move from Mr. Bo, instantly eliminating all other contenders. The foremost family in Beicheng truly is wealthy.
The auctioneer was also stunned. He still had a whole repertoire of artistic commentary and anecdotes he was itching to perform. How could it be over already? It hadn’t even truly begun, so why had it ended?
But still, one hundred million! One hundred million!
He was ecstatic, his voice soaring with renewed excitement. "Our Mr. Bo is truly a devoted fan of Luo Lin! I’m just curious, Mr. Bo, why didn’t you acquire both of Luo Lin’s works today?"
He hurried off the stage and approached Bo Xichen.
Bo Xichen smiled and said meaningfully, "There will be other opportunities."
The auctioneer applauded. "Mr. Bo always says things with such profound depth!" Official source ıs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
Then he asked, "Did Mr. Bo purchase this painting as a gift for the beauty beside him?"
Bo Xichen smiled faintly. "It’s for my personal collection."
Wanqing was genuinely pleased. It’s not for Gu Anxi! She recalled Professor Gao’s words that Bo Xichen had liked Luo Lin... so perhaps he doesn’t care that much about Gu Anxi after all.
With that, the auction concluded. The biggest winner was undoubtedly Bo Xichen.
The Qin family came second, with mixed results: joy from acquiring a Luo Lin piece, and disappointment that Shen Wanqing hadn’t been successfully promoted. Her work had sold for a meager 60,000—truly embarrassing. They had initially planned to spend two or three million to boost her profile, yet no one else had even bid. They couldn’t just keep bidding against themselves, could they?