Jiu Min, if you are asked to take care of the baby, will you show off in the entertainment industry?

Chapter 200: Sang Chi didn’t draw it himself
Uncle Zhong's words also attracted the attention of others in the auction house.

Whether it's out of curiosity or other motives, they want to see what a person who can draw a painting worth 5000 million looks like.

Jiang Siqing's eyes scanned the entire venue.

Pray secretly.

But it must be an old man and an old woman. If you are younger, you will not have the effect of stunning the whole audience.

Feng Shenglan asked Sang Chi: "Will you go on stage?"

Sang Chi smiled: "Come on, if not, who will buy paintings from me in the future?"

People's attitudes are easily affected by other factors. If she had known that this painting was painted by her from the beginning, she might not have given such a high evaluation.

It's different now. Everyone already knows the value of the painting. Of course she has to claim this honor.

When the auctioneer asked the creator if he wanted to go on stage, Sang Chi stood up.

At first, people did not associate the radiant Sang Chi with the artist with superb painting skills.

Until he saw her walking towards the stage with light steps.

There were whispers in the audience.

Most people had expressions of shock and disbelief.

Even the auctioneer confirmed with her again and again: "Ms. Sang, please forgive my presumption, are you the author of this painting? Or did you come up to claim it for a friend?"

Sang Chi didn't get angry when he was questioned, and replied generously: "The registrar should be able to help me make a certificate."

The registrar was standing nearby and nodded when he heard this, "The painting No. 28 was indeed given to me by her."

With this sentence, the people in the audience had a sense of reality.

The auctioneer asked: "Can Miss Sang please answer the buyer's question?"

Sang Chi looked directly at Uncle Zhong, who was sitting inconspicuously at the end, and nodded to him.

Uncle Zhong also smiled and nodded in return.

"About the idea of ​​this painting..."

Sang Chi talked eloquently, and every word she said was meaningful. Even the big guys in the front row who had looked down on her just now were nodding in agreement with her answers.

Jiang Siqing looked at Mrs. Fu next to her, who admired Sang Chi very much, and then at Fu Mingting, whose eyes were fixed on the stage. The flames of jealousy burned her heart.

It shouldn't be like this!

This should be her limelight!

Why Sang Chi? Why is it her?
wrong!

Jiang Siqing thought of the prophetic dream she had. Although Sang Chi in the dream was the heroine, she couldn't draw at all!

Could it be that, like herself, she also used other people's works to pretend to be her?
The more Jiang Siqing thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.

What a bullshit talented woman! She must reveal Sang Chi's true face in front of everyone!

When Sang Chi's answer once again received applause from the audience, Jiang Siqing motioned to the waiter next to him to bring him a microphone.

Although I don't know what she is going to do, this posture is definitely going to cause trouble.

Mrs. Fu lowered her eyebrows and warned Fu Mingting beside her, "Take care of your people and don't mess up my exchange meeting."

Fu Mingting was equally puzzled: "Yuyou, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Siqing said to Mrs. Fu righteously: "Auntie, I know you value this exchange meeting, but I also know that you are a person who resolutely safeguards the dignity of art. I don't want to cause damage, I just want to expose Sang Chi's true face! "

She said this into a microphone.

The sound spread through the speakers and echoed throughout the audience, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Feng Shenglan gritted her teeth: "This person named Jiang really doesn't want to see Sang Chi at all!"

Song Zhun turned on his cell phone to look for Huo Yanxiu.

[Merry Young Master Song: Brother Huo, do we want to get involved in this matter? 】

[H: No, we can’t make a fuss. ] Huo Yanxiu has never made any mistakes in his decisions.

Having said that, Song Zhun can watch the show with confidence.

He took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and gave half to Feng Shenglan.

Feng Shenglan: "?"

Song Zhun: "How boring is it to just watch a show without eating melon? Or do you not believe that Sang Chi has the ability to solve this matter?"

Feng Shenglan grabbed the melon seeds unceremoniously and started to crack them.

Mrs. Fu asked solemnly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Jiang Siqing clenched the microphone in her hand, "I suspect that Sang Chi didn't paint this painting by herself at all!"

The words shocked everyone.

The most disgusting thing in the art circle is plagiarism. If anyone is associated with these two words, they will be despised in the art circle.

Originally, Sang Chi's career and image were not convincing to them, but now they heard what Jiang Siqing said, and their eyes on Sang Chi became less friendly.

Mrs. Fu: "Accusing others of plagiarism is a very serious matter. Do you have any evidence to say so?"

Even Fu Mingting disagreed with Jiang Siqing's approach.

She was too impulsive and put herself and Sang Chi on the fire.

"long……"

"Ming Ting, believe me, that painting was really not painted by Sang Chi. She can't paint at all!"

She grasped Fu Mingting's sleeve tightly with one hand, her eyes begging him to stand on her side.

She knew that as the organizer, Mrs. Fu definitely didn't want the scandal to get bigger. If Fu Mingting didn't stand by her, the matter would probably be dealt with later.

Feng Shenglan cracked open a melon seed shell, "If Fu Mingting dares to stab Sang Chi in the back at this time, he will regret it for the rest of his life!"

Song Zhun smelled the gossip and grabbed another handful of melon seeds and gave them to Feng Shenglan, "Why?"

It was related to Sang Chi's personal privacy. Of course, Feng Shenglan would not tell Song Zhun privately.

"You can ask Sang Chi yourself later."

Song Zhun: "I can guess it without telling you. Sang Chi must have had a relationship with Fu Si before. Later, Fu Si changed his mind and fell in love with Jiang Siqing. It's quite easy to take revenge on them. Find someone more handsome and stronger. Turning around in front of him will definitely make him regret it!"

Feng Shenglan smiled bitterly: "Easy to say."

Fu Mingting is a scumbag. The conditions are there. How easy is it to find someone with better hardware than him?

She didn't expect that far, she just hoped that Fu Mingting wouldn't make Sang Chi unable to step down in this situation, otherwise he would be too cruel to Sang Chi.

Fu Mingting never made a decision, and Jiang Siqing felt anxious and angry.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, ''I only have you now. "

Fu Mingting suppressed another desire to refuse in his heart and said into the microphone in Jiang Siqing's hand: "Since the matter is doubtful, it is better to resolve it on the spot, otherwise it will not have a good impact on the parties concerned."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Sang Chi.

Sang Chi didn't even look at him.

Instead, he looked straight ahead, passing through the neatly arranged seats, and there was a tall black figure at the end.

The mask covered most of his face. He raised his chin slightly and looked at her from a distance with his gentle, peach blossom eyes.

Sang Chi saw the meaning in his eyes at a glance.

No matter what she does, he will always support her and protect her.

Like countless times before.

The red lips are slightly hooked.

At this moment everything was eclipsed, only her slight smile remained.