Qin Xin’s comnt, "Is he the village idiot?" nearly made Chen Shi, on the other end of the phone, laugh until he was out of breath.
Indeed, this man who wants to buy the master’s work is incredibly wealthy.
As soon as he entered the gallery, he ignored everything else and fixated on the master’s favorite piece "Galaxy," imdiately making an offer.
Although the master’s past works have sold for as high as 80 million, it’s rare for soone to start bidding with 100 million like this man.
Chen Shi: "Understood, Master, I’ll tell him it’s not for sale, no matter what. Absolutely not for sale. We have dignity, we’re artists; what’s money worth?!"
Qin Xin responded with a "Hmm."
Casually swiped across the screen.
Saw another pile of unread ssages flooding in.
Among them, the avatar of a seductive fox woman was flashing the most.
"Q Emperor, soone bullied , sob sob sob, I demand comfort and love!"
"They snatched my Ice Princess!"
"Especially that idiot Bai Chi, actually bidding against over a low-grade woman, I’m not done with him!"
"Q Emperor, you must design a dress prettier than the Ice Princess for , I don’t care, I don’t care, if you don’t design it for , I’ll wear a bikini to your studio and wait for you!"
Speaking of which, she really sent over a pretty revealing bikini photo of herself.
Qin Xin held her forehead: "Next ti."
And helplessly chided her: "You’re a movie star, pay attention to your image. Don’t send such revealing photos to other n randomly."
"Mm-hmm, Q Emperor’s teachings are right. I’m only sending them to you, isn’t it just so you can understand better?"
Shen Bixue saw her response and got even more excited, sending a dozen or so voice ssages, accusing Bai Chi of being shaless and complaining about the mood at the auction.
Qin Xin didn’t reply anymore, instead continued to undo her shirt.
Her fair skin in the mirror appeared as pure and beautiful as fresh snow.
Lan Qingxin, this poor girl’s sallow skin, under her ticulous treatnt with expensive herbs, was gradually restoring its natural appearance, turning appealingly white.
With makeup removed, the face without a green birthmark was also delicate and charming, icy and snow-like, and Qin Xin didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she thought it bore a slight resemblance to herself.
Although she generally didn’t pay much attention to her own looks, having been "dead" for so long, she almost forgot what she looked like, needing to consult those years-old photos on the forum for makeup.
"Perhaps using your body makes feel emotionally connected to you?" she sighed softly, gently patting her shoulder.
Conversely, she felt increasingly unfamiliar with her own sister, Qin Wenrou, unable to find familiar feelings in Qin Wenrou’s face.
She tightened her chest a bit, then donned a black hoodie, a pair of loose trousers, layered with a black hunting jacket, and topped it off with a black cap.
Even changed her shoes to a pair of n’s Chelsea boots.
Finally, she fished out a black silk mask from her pocket and tied it on lightly.
In the mirror, a handso and mysterious boy’s silhouette gradually erged, shrouded in black.
Only a pair of eyes remained, cool and composed, shimring brightly.
She slipped one hand into her pocket, ready to push the door open.
The phone vibrated violently again.
Chen Shi: "Master, Master, Master, that wealthy man from the village, he’s offering 200 million!"
Qin Xin slightly paused in her steps.
She was about to offer another "village idiot" remark when Chen Shi followed up: "Master, the wealthy man says he’ll spend 200 million to buy this wedding dress, and donate another 100 million to the International Red Cross to help children suffering from Tourette’s syndro..."
Qin Xin’s breathing hitched slightly!
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