In the dream, after a hundred times of wall-dong school belle, she was teased back by the school bel

"500 million, the old iron [Born to Paint] bid 500 million, please invite the next old iron."

With repeated bids, the price of "Eight Horses" quickly rose to 1000 million.

At this price, no one is willing to bid anymore.

In the end, it was sold at a price of 1000 million.

After Wang Ya finished recording the detailed information of the water friends who took the picture of "Eight Horses", she continued: "Next is the second picture, the picture of the backing mountain."

She pointed the camera at the "Backer Picture" that had been dried, and all the water friends in the live broadcast room were pulled into a wonderful artistic conception again.

When they woke up from the artistic conception, Wang Yacai introduced: "The picture of the backer means a solid foundation and stable power. Whether it is a businessman or an official, you can take a picture and hang it in the office. Let's start the auction."

"500."

Still [Born for Painting] took the lead to open up the situation.

Immediately afterwards, the price rose all the way, and soon reached 500 million.

For these businessmen, the image of the backer is obviously better than the image of the eight steeds, and the price will naturally be higher.

This is why it is said that no matter how good a painting is, it is valuable only when you meet someone who loves painting.

There is almost no difference in quality between "Eight Steeds" and "Backing Mountains", but the price difference is so large, because the groups who like the two pictures are different.

The people bidding in the live broadcast room are almost all businessmen, so they naturally prefer the implication of "Backer Picture".

The two pictures fetched 500 million, and the water friends in the live broadcast room were amazed.

"It turns out that there are so many wealthy people hidden in Yameizi's live broadcast room."

"Yeah, I didn't realize it before, but now I realize that the rich man is by my side."

"Twenty-five million, I'm fucking exhausted, and the gross profit in a year is only 500. People are more popular than others."

"Hey, I can save [-] this year, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Barrage scrolled rapidly.

At the same time, many people sent a large wave of gifts.

After all, for them, there are not many opportunities to see such a live auction with their own eyes.

"Next is the third picture..."

While Mu Feng was painting, Wang Ya was live broadcasting the auction.

Shi Qing and Liu Yuxin were in charge of sorting out the information of the bidders, and communicated with the successful bidders through the contact information they left behind.

Because these paintings are of high value, it is naturally impossible to ship them by post.

Both Shi Qing and Liu Yuxin found a group of trustworthy people in their own way, and sent the paintings to their addresses.

Near noon, Mufeng drew a total of six pictures, and all of them were photographed, with a total value of 9000 million, 1008 million after tax, and 7992 million after tax.

The net profit in the morning was nearly 8000 million. Even rich second generations like Shi Qing and Liu Yuxin were extremely shocked.

Good guy, if you paint a few paintings every day, your net profit will be 300 to [-] billion a year.

The water friends in Wang Ya's live broadcast room are also very excited. They will witness the rise of billionaires with their own eyes.

Mu Feng put down his paintbrush, stretched his waist, stretched his body, and came to the live broadcast room, and said: "Okay, today's live broadcast auction is here. My studio is in the seventh area of ​​the eighth floor of the Tianyuan office building near Tiandu University I will hold an exhibition in the studio in a month. If you are interested, you can come and visit. In addition, the paintings have been shipped according to the address you gave, and some people have already received them. Those who have not received the paintings should also Soon."

After speaking, he left the live broadcast room and took out his mobile phone to check the information.

His card number had already been sent to those successful bidders via private message during the live broadcast, and half of the deposit had already been paid after the work was auctioned.

The person who received the painting has already transferred the remaining money.

I'm sure it won't be long before all of them arrive.

"Everyone has worked hard, and I invite you to have a big meal at noon."

Mu Feng looked at Shi Qing's three daughters and said with a smile.

"Okay."

The three women nodded again and again.

After eating, all the funds have been credited to the account, Mufeng went to the tax bureau to pay the tax, and muttered: "It seems that I need to find a private accountant or something, otherwise I have to pay the tax by myself every time, so troublesome."

In the afternoon, Mu Feng still stayed in the studio painting, but did not hold an auction.

After the painting is finished, let Liu Yuxin frame it and hang it on the painting wall.

I don't know how this girl did it. The price of high-grade mahogany is actually cheaper than the mid-grade wood on the market.

Back at school at night, Mufeng, Fatty and others fired a few shots, and entered the dream of the man last night again.

"Mufeng, it's you again!"

In the dream, when the man saw Mu Feng, he trembled with fright, and his eyes showed fear.

"It seems that you didn't take my words to heart."

Mu Feng's tone was cold, and with a wave of his hand, countless chains appeared out of thin air, directly piercing through the man's internal organs, and carried out inhuman torture.

The whole dream was filled with the man's shrill screams.

If the man does what Mufeng said, there will definitely be a system prompt that the dream affects the reality.

Obviously, this man just regarded it as a nightmare, and didn't remember what he said in the dream.

"Today, I'll give you some more ingredients."

After all, with a wave of Mu Feng's hand, all the chains disappeared, but the blood hole on the man's body did not heal.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the whole body red.

Then, with a wave of Mu Feng's hand, a large amount of hot pepper water was sprinkled on those bloody holes.

The man's eyes widened suddenly and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Pepper water poured into the blood hole, the pain is unimaginable to outsiders.

This continued for a whole night before Mufeng gave up.

"I hope you can do what I say tomorrow, otherwise it will be more enjoyable next time."

After Mu Feng left a sentence coldly, he disappeared into the dream.

"what!"

The man woke up from the dream, his whole body was sore and weak, as if he had collapsed, and he didn't even have the strength to walk.

Although it was a dream, all the feelings in the dream were so real, so real that he was almost hallucinating.

If he had such nightmares for ten and a half months in a row, even if he didn't die from collapse directly, he would have completely collapsed.

"I have to find an eminent monk to interpret the dream."

The man dragged his tired body down the stairs and took a taxi to the most famous temple.

After all, I still don't want to spend [-] yuan to see a doctor for others.

In the next few days, except for the basketball game, Mu Feng stayed in the studio painting.

There is no suspense in the basketball game. Facing a team whose overall strength is not much stronger, Mufeng alone can dominate the game.

After a few days of hard work, fifty paintings have been hung in the studio, and it is finally not so monotonous.

In order to thank the beautiful counselor for not forcing himself to go to self-study, he also drew a personal picture for the beautiful counselor.

One day, when she finished painting and went to have lunch, Shi Qing hesitated and said, "Mufeng, are you free tomorrow?"

"I'm free anytime, what's the matter?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.

"I, I want to invite you to my house." Shi Qing whispered.

"Go to your home?"

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, and said with some anxiety, "Well, seeing the parents now, isn't that too fast?"

Tired of drawing these few days, I ran to Shi Qing's musical instrument room to play a song with her. The relationship between the two quickly heated up, but they haven't become formal boyfriend and girlfriend yet. Even if they become formal lovers, they will meet their parents soon Let's have a drink.