When I got into Song Jinyou's car, there was light flashing outside the window, it was lightning.
"The weather forecast calls for a storm today."
"Are you scared?"
Bai Lu: "Well, I'm afraid of being hit by lightning."
Song Jinyou was amused by Bai Lu, "What, you did something wrong?"
"I'm honored to be able to spend a thrilling night with such a beautiful lady."
The auction venue is not in the city, but on the seaside, an hour's drive away.
This was a private auction, to be precise, it was a gathering of buyers. Even the buyers wore masks, and all communication equipment was taken away and stored.
Bai Lu felt a slight chill. The velvet mask was put on Bai Lu's face. Song Jinyou gently tied a bow behind her.
Not as simple as Bai Lu, Song Jinyou put on a purple suit after get off work. This man didn't look serious in formal clothes.
The invitation was given to the waiter, and the two of them were led to a box.
On the second floor, the location is very good. You can see the entire indoor store and all the collections at a glance.
"Do you have a favorite collection?"
To smile for the beauty, Song Jinyou was very generous in spending money. He randomly ordered a few collections and prepared to bid.
The picture in the middle is LILI's painting.
To be precise, it is not Bai Lu's painting.
LILI's first paintings were painted by Bai Lu's father. Later, after her parents died, Bai Lu commemorated her parents and started painting under the pen name LILI.
Surrounded by paintings by international masters, Bai Lu raised her eyebrows. No matter how good her father's paintings were, they would not occupy the most central position.
The waiter explained, "The paintings are sorted according to the identity of the seller."
Bai Lu smiled. No wonder it was a private auction. It was not for selling paintings, but for money transactions.
Bai Lu poured a glass of wine and filled it, but didn't drink it.
The auctioneer cleared the place, but did not sell the paintings one by one. He just marked the serial numbers on each collection of paintings.
The serial number is the box where the buyer is located.
Bai Lu was in the 17th box, and 17 corresponded to a painting by a master of Chinese studies. Bai Lu had seen this painting in the Zhao family's study.
LILI's painting is on No. 15. Bai Lu searched and found the box No. 15.
There was no light on in box No. 15, and all I could see was a man sitting in it.
Bai Lu just stood up and saw the price on the box.
The bidder was the debt collector I had seen a few days ago. Although he also wore a mask, his figure was easy to recognize.
There was muffled thunder in the sky again, but the rain had not yet fallen. Bai Lu was so bored that she got up and found a place with a window.
This is directly opposite Box 15.
The door of the box was not closed, so Bai Lu picked up her energy and knocked on the door.
The door is opened from within.
The man sitting in the darkness wore a black fox mask on his face. Pay attention to his hands. Today he was wearing a dove blood ruby ring. He lowered his voice.
"Miss Bai is here to pay off a debt?"
Bai Lu took off his mask. The people following the man did not give Bai Lu a chance to get close.
Bai Lu had to put down her guesses temporarily due to the mask that made her facial features unclear.
"What's your surname, sir?"
"leaf."
Not named Zhao.
Bai Lu: "That painting No. 15 outside belongs to Mr. Ye?"
"That painting is not for sale."
Bai Lu could not deny that many of his father's paintings in the early years were plagiarisms.
Bai Lu created under the pseudonym LILI and was unaware of it from the beginning until Chi Er later discovered that many paintings signed by LILI were plagiarized.
At least this matter hasn't come out yet.
One reason is that all the plagiarized paintings were bought back by Bai Lu.
"Mr. Ye made an offer. Although I am in debt, I will find a way to buy it."
