Supremely Talented Tyrant

Everyone was stunned. The painting had been upside down, so all they had seen was a jumble of colors, but once Hao Jian flipped it over, a completely different scene appeared.

On the white paper, a woman emerged, and naturally, this woman was Che Xiaoxiao!

Hao Jian had painted this piece based on the very first scene he had seen of Che Xiaoxiao, who was focused on driving her car with a playful smile flirting at the corners of her mouth. The painting was abstract, yet it looked incredibly lifelike.

"Painting upside down, this is truly the work of a master! This painting must be worth more than two hundred thousand!" Elder Qiu exclaimed. Such fluid lines and clever curves were beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

What was even more remarkable was that Hao Jian had created this painting without using any watercolor or brush, which escalated the level of the artwork several notches.

At this moment, the crowd still hadn't recovered from the shock of the painting, staring at this unbelievable piece.

Although most of them didn't understand art, seeing Hao Jian's painting made them feel it was considerably better than Qian Shaohang's.

Qian Shaohang's painting had merely caught their eye, but Hao Jian's was different; it captivated them completely, making it impossible to look away.

Che Xiaoxiao was also incredibly excited, as she had not expected Hao Jian to paint her.

"This painting, I'll buy it for two hundred thousand!"

The bar owner spoke up immediately, knowing even in his ignorance that this was a masterpiece, possibly even appreciating in value in the future.

"I'll offer two hundred fifty thousand," another man chimed in, knowing there was no better time to act.

"I... I'll offer three hundred thousand."

Zhang Qiuya also muttered softly, even she couldn't resist wanting to buy this painting now.

At those words, Qian Shaohang immediately glared fiercely at Zhang Qiuya, causing her to quickly lower her head, but she didn't change her offer.

She owned a gallery, meaning she was a businesswoman. Since Elder Qiu had mentioned the painting was valuable, naturally, she was inclined to make a bid.

Even if it meant offending Qian Shaohang, she had no choice; the painting was too good to pass up.

"I bid five hundred thousand!" Elder Qiu also joined in the excitement.

With that bid, everyone was stunned as the price had suddenly increased by three hundred thousand.

Zhang Qiuya discontentedly said, "Elder Qiu, didn't you say this painting is worth only two hundred thousand?"

"I said it was worth more than two hundred thousand. Who said it's worth only that much? After all, the artist created this painting without using watercolors or brushes. Just that fact alone could quintuple its value. If an expert artist finds this, they might not hesitate to pay two hundred thousand, or even two million."

Elder Qiu huffed, then scanned the crowd, "Don't compete with me, or I won't introduce you to good items in the future."

With that, Zhang Qiuya and others could only smile bitterly and relinquish their claim.

"Sorry, Elder Qiu, I've already agreed to give this painting to Che Xiaoxiao as a birthday gift, so I won't be selling it," Hao Jian shook his head apologetically to Elder Qiu.

"A birthday gift doesn't have to be so valuable. Why don't you paint another one for Che Xiaoxiao later?"

Elder Qiu still wouldn't give up, encountering a piece he admired so much, how could he let it go?

"Yeah, Hao Jian! You don't have to mind me, this painting is indeed too expensive. I can't accept it," said Che Xiaoxiao considerately, though her heart actually desired it, not because of its high value, but because it was a gift from Hao Jian.

"How could I not? Since I've said it's a birthday gift for you, I must give it to you. After giving it to you, whether you sell it or throw it away, that's up to you," Hao Jian said, stuffing the painting into Che Xiaoxiao's arms with a casual air, as if it was just a piece of scrap paper.

"Be careful, be careful," Elder Qiu hurriedly said, feeling incredibly frustrated, almost wanting to hit Hao Jian. Such a treasure should be treated with care.

"Are you really going to give it to me?"

Xiaoxiao's face lit up with joy, cradling the painting yet unable to let it go.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" Hao Jian laughed with a hehe.

Xiaoxiao didn't say anything; her smile was exceptionally bright. She tossed Qian Shaohang's painting onto the table and then carefully rolled up Hao Jian's painting and put it into a drawing tube.

Seeing this, the corners of Qian Shaohang's mouth twitched uncontrollably. His paintings used to be worth a fortune, but now they were being rejected.

At this moment, Qian Shaohang absolutely hated Hao Jian, not only because Hao Jian had stolen his limelight but also because Hao Jian had bewitched his goddess.

"Xiaoxiao, can we discuss something?"

At this time, Elder Qiu, targeting a shift, approached like a crafty old fox with an ulterior motive.

Xiaoxiao knew what he wanted, and she shook her head directly: "Not for sale!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"Not for sale!"

"One million!"

"Not for sale!"

"Then how much would it take for you to sell it?" Elder Qiu was almost crying, staring intently at Xiaoxiao's drawing tube.

"No amount of money could make me sell it!"

This was a gift from Hao Jian, and just for that reason alone, she would never sell it.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Elder Qiu, Xiaoxiao is much sharper than you. This painting will definitely appreciate in value. She might plan to find a buyer then," sighed the bar owner, filled with all sorts of envy and resentment.

"Ah, it seems I must painfully let go." Elder Qiu also displayed a very disheartened expression.

"Elder Qiu, there's no need to be like this. If you want, I'll give you another painting some other day," Hao Jian said with a smile.

Elder Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he spoke with a tremble:

"Are you serious? You better not back out!"

"Don't worry, since I've promised to paint for you, I definitely will," Hao Jian assured.

"When will you give it to me?"

Elder Qiu looked impatient, almost as if he wished Hao Jian could paint it for him right there and then.

Hao Jian, caught between laughter and tears, said, "Well, you have to give me some time, right?"

"Alright, alright, here's my phone number, make sure to contact me when it's time."

Elder Qiu rubbed his hands nervously, knowing that he was being too anxious, and then offered his business card.

And after Hao Jian's maneuver, weren't Xiaoxiao's friends no longer underestimating him? Who said he wasn't an artist? He was a great painter, indeed, just very low-key about it.

At this time, Qian Shaohang was literally left out in the cold, too embarrassed to talk to Hao Jian, while others naturally couldn't bother to pay him any attention.

Qian Shaohang sat alone, drowning his sorrows in drink, feeling as if there was a stone blocking his chest, indescribably angry.

"Don't lose heart. I believe you are much better than him," Zhang Qiuya said, standing beside Qian Shaohang, her words belying her true feelings.

"Really? If that's the case, then why did you buy his painting?" Qian Shaohang sneered as he looked at Zhang Qiuya.