After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

"Qinghuang?"

"The ancient one is talking about Qinghuang?"

"Which Qinghuang?"

"Who else could it be? Qinghuang? Don't you know Qinghuang, the oil painting tycoon of country Z? Her last painting was sold at an auction house for a high price of 80 million. Her identity is mysterious and she has never attended any occasion with her true face. .”

"Without an identity, wouldn't it be easy to be faked?"

"You don't understand. Her painting skills are very special and cannot be faked or faked."

"It can't be Qinghuang's paintings. I heard that Qinghuang didn't paint many paintings, and it's hard to find a painting. Those who can get Qinghuang's paintings are people who have some fate with Qinghuang. This Ye Nanhuang gate is no different. What does it have to do with Qinghuang if you don’t move forward?"

"But it's ancient. If it's ancient, it basically means it's Qinghuang's painting."

…

There was a lot of chatter in the audience.

Mu Yun's expression suddenly changed, and she also looked at the painting. Then, the more she looked at it, the more shocked she became.

Qinghuang, it seems, is really Qinghuang.

After Bo Shen finished looking at the painting, all his eyes fell on Nanhuang.

When did she meet Qinghuang? When did you buy this painting and how much did it cost?

When did she become so rich?

It seems that there are a lot of secrets about his first wife who has been married for a year, and he knows nothing about it.

At this moment, Nanhuang said lightly: "Guo Gu is right, this is indeed Qinghuang's work."

After Nanhuang finished speaking, there was a burst of gasps in the audience, especially those who knew oil painting, and they came forward to taste the painting.

Gu Gu frowned and said: "This is the original work of Qinghuang, which is good, but there is still some oil that has not dried completely. This is a painting that was just finished."

Nanhuang remained silent.

Gu Gu continued to ask: "Miss Ye, can you tell me where Master Qinghuang is now?"

Nanhuang: "I don't know."

Gu Gu added: "Qinghuang is willing to give the painting to the lady, which proves that you have a close relationship with Master Qinghuang. This painting is a new painting. The master should not have gone far yet, right?"

Nanhuang continued to remain silent.

Seeing this, Gu Gu continued: "Don't get me wrong, I really want to learn from the master. If it's convenient for Miss Ye, I hope to tell you."

Nanhuang was silent for a while again, and then replied respectfully: "Gu Gu, I will try to tell Qinghuang. However, I cannot guarantee whether she is willing to see you."

Gu Gu nodded to Nanhang with satisfaction: "That's enough."

After saying that, Gu Gu bowed to Mrs. Bo again, "Mrs. Bo, see if you can part with this painting. I am willing to buy this painting for 80 million."

When Gu Gu's words fell to the ground, the whole audience took a deep breath.

Eighty million, just ask, it’s eighty million!

Mu Yun's face suddenly darkened.

Her painting was sold for two to three hundred thousand yuan, but the painting given by Ye Nanhuang was sold for eighty million yuan!

Which one is better and which one is worse can be seen immediately.

Mu Yun bit her lower lip, her hidden hands trembling slightly.

At this moment, before everyone had time to react, a voice came from the second floor, and a tall man shouted loudly: "Our Lord Rong Wu said that he is willing to buy this painting for 500 million. I don't know how thin it is." Is the old lady willing to give up her love? In addition, our Fifth Master also wants to ask Miss Ye, what is the name of this painting?"

Everyone was shocked!

Five hundred million! !

Five hundred million! ! !

Others immediately whispered.

"That man from the Rong family is actually here too?"

"This master of the Rong family is really extraordinary, one move is worth 500 million!"

"It's so scary. It just stuns people. Ye Nanhuang will probably regret giving the painting. Five hundred million!"

Nanhuang was also a little shocked. She raised her head and looked at the assistant Yang Bo on the second floor and said, ""Cliff"."

Yang Bo asked: "Miss Ye, isn't there a person on this cliff?"

There was no one on the cliff in the rain and fog. Why did the assistant ask that?

Everyone was curious about Nanhuang's answer.

Nanhuang shook his head.

Yang Bo continued: "In addition to the remaining shoes on the cliff, there is also a line of footprints of different shades in the corner. These footprints are the footprints leaving this cliff. So my father judged that there should be two people on the cliff."

All right.

Yang Bo added: "The Qinghuang painting skill is really amazing. My fifth master likes this painting very much. Old Mrs. Bo, I wonder if you are willing to give up your love?"

The whole audience gasped once again.

Five hundred million...the fifth master of the Rong family...

Bo Shen and Mrs. Bo looked at each other.

I am curious about how Ye Nanhuang knows Qinghuang, a legendary oil painting master. They are also communicating that they cannot offend the fifth master of the Rong family.

Five hundred million is a lot. I don’t know how much business I have to do to earn so much.

And a painting sent by Ye Nanhuang easily sold for such a high price.

Many people looked at Nanhuang with eyes that looked at him, astonished, and curious.

Mrs. Bo smiled and said: "What did the fifth master say? It's just that I have to ask Nanhuang about this matter. Nanhuang, what do you think?"

Nanhuang said respectfully: "Grandma, if this painting is given to you, it is yours. You have the final say on how to deal with it."

At this time, the chattering discussion on the field became louder.

"Five hundred million, just give it away without blinking?"

"I really don't know if it's because of the grand scheme of things or because people are stupid and want to save face."

Nanhuang was actually conflicted.

She had no intention of circulating this painting at all, she just wanted to store it in a corner of the warehouse.

But after this painting was displayed, and when such a person analyzed this painting, Nanhuang felt a faint sense of relief in his heart.

It is impossible to be truly relieved. But my mood was surprisingly relaxed.

Therefore, she doesn't mind actually gifting this painting to Mrs. Bo now.

This is not for Mrs. Bo, but for herself.

Sending it away is like sending a piece of your own darkness away. As for whether the other party sold it or collected it, it has nothing to do with her.

Thinking of this, Nanhuang laughed.

"I would like to use this painting to wish grandma that the pines and cranes will last forever, and the sun and moon will shine brightly. The past will be restored, and the joy will last forever."

"Okay, okay." Old Mrs. Bo became more and more satisfied, with a smile on her face, like a peach blossom. "Then, transfer this painting to Mr. Rong Wu."

"Old lady, this Miss Ye is indeed your grandson-in-law. She gives you such an expensive gift as promised. I really envy you. If only my daughter-in-law was half as good as your granddaughter-in-law."

Old Mrs. Bo: "Hey, she just made a pretty good friend. Her abilities are not as good as your granddaughter-in-law."

Several old people on the field joked with each other.

Mu Yun also had concerns in her heart.

Even though the painting Ye Nanhuang sent was of high value, it was not Ye Nanhuang's own skill after all.

Zhao Gang looked at Mu Yun's face and immediately said what Mu Yun wanted to say, saying: "What kind of skill is it to use someone else's painting as a gift? Unlike our sister Yun, she is a top painter herself."

Zhao Gang glanced at Nanhuang, and it was still clear which one was better and which one was worse.