Everyone in the audience was not too surprised by Yuan Siyu's abnormality, because most of their eyes were attracted by the painting on the screen. The woman in yellow clothes in the painting was as gentle as water and charming, and she was much more beautiful than the real beauty.

It has a classical charm.

Meng Ran saw the intoxicated people in the audience, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "As everyone knows, ancient paintings pay attention to spiritual resemblances, but the depiction of shapes is not as good as modern paintings. The reason for this may be because of aesthetics

Views are different, so when we appreciate ancient paintings, we generally consider their value based on the painting skills and the reputation of the author. But the painting in front of us is completely different. Not only is the painting skills displayed in the painting superb, but its charm and shape description are even more extraordinary.

It is so vivid and vivid that everyone who appreciates this painting will have a feeling of amazement. I think everyone who really studies ancient paintings will not miss this calligraphy and painting." Meng Ran paused at this point, as if he was surprised.

Everyone seemed to be recalling what he just said.

"Mr. Yuan, does this painting have anything to do with you?" Kong Lingxin asked softly. Kong Xiangwen, Chen Xue and Lin Han next to him looked startled after hearing this. They didn't quite understand what Kong Lingxin said, but when they saw Yuan Siyu

There were also some doubts in his expression.

"Mr. Yuan!" Kong Lingxin called a few times and found that Yuan Siyu was still looking at the scroll on the screen blankly. Kong Lingxin was also good at painting. From seeing Yuan Siyu's reaction, she knew that this painting and calligraphy had something to do with Yuan Siyu.

Moreover, the style of the painting is very similar to Yuan Siyu's "Lovesickness". Modern people pursue physical resemblance more due to their painting skills, but the spiritual resemblance is far inferior to that of the ancients, not to mention such gods that are rare even in ancient paintings.

She had only seen Yuan Siyu with this skill in calligraphy and painting with both form and form.

Not only that, but more importantly, the woman in this painting is also very similar to the woman in "Sauve Acacia". This surprised Kong Lingxin. She heard from her grandfather that the woman in "Sauve Acacia" was Yuan Siyu's mistress.

The woman in this untitled calligraphy and painting is from the Song Dynasty. Is it because the woman in the painting is very similar to Yuan Siyu's mistress that Yuan Siyu was shocked? But what makes Kong Lingxin confused is that the painting style of this painting is similar to that of Chu.

Xie's painting style is very similar. Is this just a coincidence? Because of these coincidences, this young man is so rude?

Yuan Siyu was also full of questions. Why was the person in this painting the master's wife that the master often painted, and why was it an ancient person? What on earth is going on? Who is the master? At this time, Yuan Siyu really couldn't figure it out!

Chen Xue subconsciously reached out and grabbed one of Yuan Siyu's hands, and quietly wrapped it with her own hands to warm the somewhat cold hand. There was no emotion or love in her mind at the moment, only one kind

With deep love, he just wanted to keep the sad boy in front of him away from loneliness and sadness. Yuan Siyu felt Chen Xue's warmth and came back to his senses. He was bound to get this painting and had to get it. He asked when he could

Master, what is going on? Because every time Yuan Siyu sees his master painting his wife, he can feel his sadness, pain and helplessness. These emotions have been affecting Yuan Siyu for five years.

Meng Ran watched the people below begin to discuss, knowing that the atmosphere was brewing, he said, "The auction price of this painting is one thousand W yuan, and each increase in price will not be less than one thousand W. Let's start now."

"I'll pay 50 million to decide on this painting." As soon as Meng Ran finished speaking, someone shouted loudly. When everyone looked, they saw a man in his forties, with a half-bald head and a figure in front of him.

He had a beer belly and his eyes were glowing green as he stared at the calligraphy and painting on the screen.

"Seventy million," no one here gives up what they like because of his words. The one who can come here is short of money.

Kong Xiangwen, who was standing next to him, saw Yuan Siyu losing his composure. He quickly reached out and patted Yuan Siyu's shoulder gently and said, "Mr. Yuan, what happened?"

Yuan Siyu shook his head and said it was okay!

"Ninety million, I'll pay ninety million." A shout rang out. Looking at Meng Ran standing on the stage, Yuan Siyu said word by word, "No one can afford this painting. This painting is only

Belong to me." There was a hint of air-conditioning in every word in the voice. With each word reaching the ears, people in the hall would feel the temperature in the hall drop a bit. Hundreds of people silently stared at the young man who spoke.

As soon as Yuan Siyu's words came out, everyone in the hall was stunned. The person invited here is not the leading rich man in the country. Even a painting, even the most expensive calligraphy and painting in the world, can be bought by just anyone here.

But the young man said that no one could afford it. What surprised them most was that he actually directly said that the painting was his.

After the silence, some people laughed out loud. In their opinion, this young man was either mentally ill or had a short-circuit in his brain. No one would think that this young man had wealth that could rival the country. Not only were they rich, but most importantly, they were important to the upper class.

Everyone with money, power and status in the domestic and even international circles must be familiar with this. This is a required course for every upper-class person, and looking at the young man, even Kong Xiangwen beside him did not have the strength to say this.

Yuan Siyu was indifferent to their ridicule. This painting placed too much emotion on the master. Yuan Siyu wanted to get it no matter what. He left his seat and walked to the stage step by step. Although his expression was cold, his steps were leisurely and indifferent.

Meng Ran on the stage held the calligraphy and painting in his hand and looked at Yuan Siyu quietly without any anger at Yuan Siyu's actions.

"Give me the painting!" Yuan Siyu said flatly. The people below were stunned when they heard Yuan Siyu's words. This person is trying to steal the painting. It's so crazy. They come here and naturally know something about the auction house, although no one

We know who the boss is behind the scenes, but we also know that the precious items in each auction are far beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the location of each auction is a famous place in the country. Many forces in the family have secretly organized the auction.

This auction attracted attention, but suffered heavy losses, so this auction attracted so many seniors from the family. They were not simply auctioning things, but the main purpose was to get to know more about the person hosting the auction. Although there was no

I hope to find out who is behind this.

Meng Ran looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face. If such a thing happened in other auction houses, he would have been kicked out directly, but he didn't care much because he was never afraid of someone making trouble.

"Sir, please tell me why you said this. This is an auction house. All items are sold on a first-come-first-served basis. If you are really interested in this painting, please bid for it." Meng Ran

He said gently, Yuan Siyu smiled casually after hearing this, and stretched out his right hand directly to the scroll. Meng Ran's expression turned cold, and he handed the scroll to his left hand in an instant. His right hand turned into a knife and slashed at Yuan Siyu's wrist like lightning. He was going to do it before the auction started.

He knew every visitor well, but the young man in front of him was the only one who sneaked in. Although he didn't know the details, he knew from the skill Yuan Siyu showed when he entered that it was not simple.

Seeing that his palm had been cut on the opponent's wrist, Meng Ran felt confused. According to the surveillance video, the opponent's attack speed was definitely top-notch. He shouldn't be able to avoid his attack. Suddenly, his heart was shocked. He only felt a movement from his left hand.

Qing Qing, subconsciously grabbed hold of it, but there was nothing in his hand. He looked at Chu Xie and saw that the calligraphy and painting in his right hand was exactly the calligraphy and painting that was in his hand a few seconds ago, and he was horrified.

But the people in the audience were obviously divided into two waves. The rich people on one side did not see clearly what happened on the stage at that moment. They only saw Yuan Siyu reaching out and grabbing the painting.

The people from the aristocratic families on the other side were extremely shocked. Who was Meng Ran? They didn't know his origins, but Meng Ran's martial arts was definitely considered a top-notch master, and the few seniors and masters from the aristocratic families present were not sure they could win against him. And

Just now, the calligraphy and painting in his hand was snatched away by the young man on the stage who was only about 20 years old. Although he may have been careless, the young man's technique was extremely exquisite, and everyone immediately felt attracted to this young man.

They were very interested in it, and each of them guessed its origin.

Meng Ranzheng saw Yuan Siyu wanting to go back there, and said quickly, "Stop, my friend will be ridiculed if he doesn't take pictures of his behavior like this? There are rules in the industry. Since your friend is here to participate in the auction, please abide by the rules of the auction."

Hearing this, Yuan Siyu said calmly, "You set the rules. I naturally have my own reasons for taking this painting. If you don't agree, you can come to me at any time." Yuan Siyu was still in the mood to pay attention to the other party's rules at this time, and

How could he allow others to hawk the master's cherished scrolls?

Anger flashed in Meng Ran's eyes. He knew that Yuan Siyu was bound to win this painting when Yuan Siyu said his first words at the auction. Because this was a statement from a warrior, he was not surprised when Yuan Siyu came to the stage. But Yuan Siyu's

The move was completely beyond his expectation. He did not expect that Yuan Siyu would directly grab the painting. In his expectation, Yuan Siyu would take out something to trade with him, or put forward a condition.

So at this time, Yuan Siyu got the painting and wanted to leave. He couldn't bear it anymore and stood up to stop him. "Since my friends are so disrespectful, don't blame us for being rude." As soon as he finished speaking, people from the halls on both sides

Ten young men flashed out, all wearing tight-fitting clothes, but each held a sheathed sword in their hands. The people in the hall became commotion and then stopped. They also knew that these people would not embarrass them, while the rich people looked at them.

I was wondering why all these thugs were holding swords instead of firearms.

"Boss Meng, please wait!" Meng Ran was about to take action when he suddenly heard a voice. He turned around and saw Kong Xiangwen standing up!

What just happened was too shocking. Kong Xiangwen did not expect that Yuan Siyu would directly grab the painting like this. When he saw that the other party was about to take action, he hurriedly stopped him. However, Kong Lingxin next to him looked at Yuan Siyu nervously. Maybe she was the only one who knew about this painting.

How important it is to this young man.
Chapter completed!