The private room is very large, and the door is at least ten meters away from the sofa.
Shen Jia Shu's voice was so low that it was just a puff of air. Song Zhiyu couldn't hear it, but Ji Wuyin's heart still contracted slightly uncontrollably.
Especially when Song Zhiyu's cold auspicious eyes glanced over casually.
"Is something wrong?" Ji Wuyin straightened his back and raised his chin to ask.
The organizer was a prosperous middle-aged man. He rubbed his hands and looked at Song Zhiyu and then at Ji Wuyin, feeling as if he was standing in the center of the countercurrent.
"That's it..." A smile appeared on his face and he looked at Ji Wuyin and Shen Jiashu in a flattering manner.
It took several minutes to explain the reason and apologize.
Ji Wuyin looked at him expressionlessly, feeling that he had composed a short composition with his mouth.
"No!" As soon as the organizer finished speaking, Shen Jia Shu immediately refused, "We have signed all the orders, and now you want to go back on your word?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant..." The organizer shook his head quickly, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more under Shen Jia Shu's tough offensive.
He couldn't help but glance at Song Zhiyu, who was looking relaxed and relaxed, as if he was not here to talk but to enjoy the scenery.
The landscape painting titled "Valley and Mountain Spring" was photographed by Shen Jiashu when it was just being developed.
Song Zhiyu arrived late and didn't ask anyone to make a reservation in advance. Later he looked at the exhibition brochure and asked for this painting.
Exhibits that have been auctioned cannot be auctioned again unless the buyer regrets the auction due to special circumstances.
After persuading for a long time, Song Zhiyu remained resolute, especially after knowing who the buyer was, and even asked to come with him to talk.
The organizer wiped his sweat anxiously and glanced at Song Zhiyu again.
The latter still had no intention of speaking, but stared at Ji Wuyin beside Shen Jia Shu with interest, as if waiting for the other party to speak first.
But how is this possible?
The Ji family and the Song family have always had grievances. They bumped into each other under such circumstances. It was a shame to him that they didn't meet face to face.
He was slightly bent over and facing Shen Jiashu's machine gun fire with all his energy.
Suddenly he heard another voice interjecting. He raised his head, but found that it was not addressed to him.
"Eight million?" Ji Wuyin's voice was light, with a hint of ridicule, "When "Young Valley Mountain Spring" was filmed, it was four million. Now Mr. Song only paid double, but he said it was for gifts. , don’t you think it’s a bit too stingy?”
Hearing this, Shen Jiashu paused, glanced at Ji Wuyin, and immediately shut up.
She leaned back and smiled, as if she were watching a show in the booth.
Unlike her relaxation, the organizer was shocked.
Is Ji Wuyin planning to raise the price on the ground?
He quickly organized his words, intending to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, when he heard Song Zhiyu ask with a smile.
"How much do you want?"
Ji Wuyin didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to, and was slightly startled. It seemed that the person receiving the gift was quite important.
"Twenty million." She stretched out two slender jade fingers and waved them, her tone obviously gentle, but provocative.
Song Zhiyu took two steps forward, looked at her vivid features, and repeated meaningfully: "Twenty million?"
Ji Wuyin nodded, his half-scattered hair hanging on his delicate shoulders, full of pride.
The organizer looked at the undercurrents surging beneath the calmness of these two untouchable masters with fear, and his brain was spinning rapidly.
It's not that similar things have never happened before, but those people are not as big as them.
Therefore, it is easy to solve. When a pair is involved, it is clear who should give in.
But the situation is different now. At first glance, these two people don't look like people who will bow their heads.
He gritted his teeth and was about to take out his treasured antiques to solve this crisis, when a lazy and smiling "Okay" came into his ears.
Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with frivolous and romantic energy: "I'll give you whatever you want."
