Chapter 347 Are You Hired?

The host is really big-headed and doesn't know how to introduce it, although the writing looks really good, like it was written by a famous artist.

But the problem is, no matter how good this word is, it is not from the hands of a famous artist, and the person who wrote this word is just a little girl, a little girl with no reputation and status.

She is a big star, or a big lady, that's better than nothing.

Who would want to buy such a painting?

Although the necklace just now amazed everyone, at least the necklace was worn by the eldest lady of the Xu family, and that is the niece of the second in command of the Underworld Empire.

Of course, the auctioneer is an auctioneer after all, and although the word and the person who wrote it seemed worthless, he still boasted wildly.

The person who wrote the words has no identity, and it doesn't matter if the words were not written by famous masters.

The point is that this word looks good.

It is so well written that it can be praised naturally.

The auctioneer used all the nice words he could speak, and praised this word.

Of course, it's useless for the auctioneer to boast, and it's useless to say that this word will be very valuable in the future. Many people in the audience don't believe it.

Everyone just didn't expect that Leng Rongrong was even more perfunctory than Xu Rourou.

There are so many valuable things on her body, she is reluctant to take out one of them for auction, so she just took out a pair of words for auction?

And it was written temporarily.

Does she really think that she is some kind of master-level character, who can sell sky-high prices for a single line?

Xu Rule seized the opportunity, and of course she wouldn't let Leng Rongrong go so easily, she turned around and said sarcastically, "Miss Leng, didn't you say that even a single hair is something we can't afford? Why don't you Just take out such a picture to auction? Are you perfunctory everyone? Since you are not willing, then don’t even write the words. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all prepared for you here. What do you think you paid for?”

"What did you pay for? I wrote, I started." Leng Rongrong looked at Xu Rule, "Second Miss, what you said is a bit too much. To be honest, I think my writing is quite valuable. You I’ve said it all, a single strand of my hair is more precious than your entire body, so the words I write must be even more precious!”

Xu Rule:! ! !

"Besides, Miss Xu, if you don't like my handwriting, you can't believe that others don't like it either!"

"I didn't ask you to buy it, why are you so excited?"

"Second Miss Xu, you didn't organize this charity auction, didn't you use the money for you? Why are you so indignant? If Miss Xu Er thinks that others donated too little, you can pay more. Do your best, you are the most favored second lady of the Xu family, aren't you? Are you so poor that you can only donate a necklace?"

Leng Rongrong looked at Xu Rule several times with contemptuous eyes, and then said, "Forget it, if you are really that poor, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"you--"

Some people around began to boo, "Yeah, is Miss Xu Er doing a little more work?"

Xu Rule gave Leng Rongrong a hard look.

"Is the bracelet on Ms. Xu Er's wrist good? Don't you want to donate it? I think Ms. Xu Er is so kind-hearted, and she blames us for not spending enough money and effort, so please do more!"

Leng Rongrong said with a half-smile.

Many people around were looking at Xu Rule, and Xu Rule was very distressed, but she thought that the little uncle could help Xu Rourou, a bitch, take that necklace back, and if she took out her own bracelet, the little uncle would definitely help. I took it myself.

For the sake of face and to show her generosity, Xu Rule said with a smile, "Okay, then I will donate my bracelet. Although it is one I like very much, it should be done for charity. I am not like a certain Some people are not willing to donate anything on their body, so they just wrote a word in a perfunctory way."

Xu Rule really took out her bracelet.

The corners of Leng Rongrong's lips curled up slightly, her face darkened, she didn't care what Xu Rule said at all.

Calligraphy and painting are still up for auction.

The starting price was said by Leng Rongrong herself, "30 million."

So when the auctioneer announced the price, everyone present was shocked.

"I'm going, it's not a famous work, and the starting price is 30 million yuan. Although such a picture is beautifully written, I think the starting price is 300 yuan at most!"

"Three hundred yuan is too much, I think I will consider three thousand yuan."

"That Miss Leng seems to be very good at collecting money. She doesn't want to take pictures of her own handwriting, does she? If no one takes pictures, she can only buy them herself to ease the embarrassment."

There were murmurs of discussion around.

Xu Rule would be very happy whenever he heard these whispered comments that were unfavorable to Leng Rongrong.

She just hoped that Leng Rongrong would make a fool of herself.

But who would have thought that after the starting price of this painting was said to be 30 million, many people would actually start snatching it up.

"Fifty million!"

"Eighty million!"

"I'll pay ninety million!"

"100 million, no negotiation, it's mine!"

"I've seen such words on Mr. Li Jinshu's side. It seems to be treasured by Mr. Li Jinshu! I'll give you 110 million!"

"Li Jinshu? That master of Chinese painting? That master of art?"

"Grandpa Li Jinshu treasured it? Then I'll pay you 200 million!"

"Speaking of which, these characters are really strong and powerful, and they look better than some calligraphy written by everyone. They are worth collecting!"

Just like that, as they talked, everyone seemed to realize that Leng Rongrong's handwriting was very good and classic, and then started various auctions.

In just a few minutes, the price was raised again and again, which was countless times more exaggerated than Xu Rourou's necklace.

In the end, a high price of more than one billion yuan was directly photographed.

It seems that money is not money anymore, it is just a number.

Everyone was very crazy, and there were a few who were good at studying calligraphy and painting, and they were almost fighting, and they all looked determined to win.

Leng Rongrong calmed down.

Xu Rule couldn't believe it, and many people who didn't know much about calligraphy and painting were also dumbfounded.

What's happening here?

Didn't this letter say that Miss Leng wrote it?

It's just a little girl with no reputation, why is everyone fighting so frantically?

Is it too exaggerated?

"You hired these people, right?" Xu Rule looked back at Leng Rongrong, completely disbelieving that it was because of the charm of this word that so many people raised their prices crazily.

"Hire? You can think so if you want. Anyway, they are people you can't afford to hire." Leng Rongrong shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent attitude.

"You——" Xu Rule felt that every time he talked to Leng Rongrong, he would be held in his chest with anger, unable to spit it out or swallow it, it was so irritating.

At this moment, the climax came.

After Mo Linyuan and Tang Luo finished talking about the business worth hundreds of billions from the outside, they heard that everyone was bidding for calligraphy and paintings.