An afternoon in April.
The auction hall at the headquarters of Polaroid Auctions.
During the break in the auction, the auctioneer took a sip of water, adjusted his dark-patterned tie, and glanced at the crowd of people in the audience - those collectors and agents who were making waves in the art market were taking a break, chatting, or making phone calls before the new items appeared.
The special auction of contemporary oil paintings has sold 16 works in a row. Will the subsequent works continue to be successful?
The crowd had a lot to talk about.
The auctioneer cleared his throat after receiving a hint from his colleague. "Dear guests, we will now auction the 17th lot of this auction - "Spring Whispers"
His voice echoed in the spacious hall, and the originally noisy venue gradually quieted down.
"The author of this work, Jiang Zhe, can be found in the auction materials. Although the painter is young, he has won awards in many important painting competitions at home and abroad, including the Venice Biennale, the Capital Biennale and the National Art Exhibition. His works are not only exquisite in technique, but also have a unique artistic perspective. He once set a record of selling a single work for over one million yuan at a Christie's auction in New York. He is a rising star in the contemporary art world."
The buyers in the audience began to discuss in low voices. Many of them flipped through the auction catalogues in their hands again, their eyes resting on the introduction page of the 17th lot.
On the big screen at the venue, Jiang Zhe's work, a portrait of a young woman, appeared. The woman in the picture had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a peaceful expression, and a look of innocence and sweetness. The girl's skin seemed to be glowing lightly in the sun, and the folds of her skirt were delicate and real, as if you could feel the touch of the breeze. The whole picture was full of sweet and innocent beauty, as if it had some kind of healing power, which made people immersed in it involuntarily.
"This work combines the precision of classicism with the gorgeous colors of impressionism, and its technique is perfect." The auctioneer's tone was somewhat provocative, "The brushstrokes are delicate and layered, especially the treatment of light and shadow, which is unique. This painting is not only a portrait, but also a communication of emotion and an ultimate pursuit of beauty."
An old man sitting in the first row stared at the auction records and award certificates of Jiang Zhe's works in the catalog.
Some of the buyers were whispering, some were looking down at the auction catalog in their hands, and some were staring at the oil painting on the auction table, as if they were weighing something.
"The starting price is three hundred thousand." The auctioneer's last tone seemed to carry a hook, and his eyes were accurately fixed on several potential buyers.
Sure enough, someone took the lead in raising the sign.
"Three hundred thousand." The auctioneer shouted, and the discussion in the audience gradually became noisy.
One buyer raised a sign and used gestures to indicate his bid.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" the auctioneer understood.
He recognized the buyer, Mr. Huang, who specialized in speculating on young artists. His best record was raising the price of a painting by a professor of an art academy by three times and then reselling it.
The two buyers took turns raising their placards like they were playing table tennis, and the price quickly approached the half-million mark.
"Five hundred thousand." The auctioneer's eyes swept across the buyers in the audience.
Many buyers in the audience began to hesitate. A price of 500,000 yuan was not low. Although Jiang Zhe was well-known, the art market was unpredictable and no one dared to bet easily. Some bowed their heads in thought, while others shook their heads slightly, as if they were weighing the risks and benefits.
The auctioneer was calm and composed: "Dear collectors, this work is not just a painting, but also a potential stock in the future. Jiang Zhe's name has long been known in the art circle, and the appreciation potential of his works in the future is immeasurable."
The buyers in the audience still did not react. Some of them were talking in low voices, seemingly discussing the value of this work.
The auctioneer's eyes swept through the crowd, looking for the person who would break the silence first.
Finally, a young man who was on the phone raised his number tag and signaled to the auctioneer.
"It's five hundred and fifty thousand, right?" The auctioneer quickly confirmed the price indicated by the other party and shouted again calmly and forcefully: "Five hundred and fifty thousand."
The whole place suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and then various discussions broke out.
People who like to watch the fun don't mind the trouble.
Those who are hesitating become more confused.
Hesitate whether to continue to pay more just to save face.
After asking several times, the auctioneer said, "Five hundred and fifty thousand, first time."
The buyers in the audience were talking even louder.
Some people stared at the oil painting, some held up their mobile phones and covered their ears with their other hands, trying to avoid distractions and listen to the instructions on the other end of the phone.
The auctioneer's voice sounded again, with a hint of urging: "Five hundred and fifty thousand, second time."
Just then, a young woman sitting in the back row raised the number plate in her hand.
"Six hundred thousand." The auctioneer's voice suddenly rose a few notches: "Six hundred thousand! The current price is six hundred thousand!"
Some of the bidders began to get nervous.
The price of six hundred thousand has exceeded the psychological expectations of many people, but Jiang Zhe's fame and the beauty of this work are still hard to give up.
Some people lowered their eyelids, as if they were making some decision.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!" A middle-aged man sitting in the middle seat raised the number plate in his hand.
A smile flashed across the auctioneer's eyes, "Six hundred and fifty thousand! The price now is six hundred and fifty thousand!"
As if someone pressed an invisible switch, several buyers who were bidding by phone joined the competition.
"Seven hundred thousand!"
The excitement of the sudden price jump caused a commotion in the venue, and several buyers who had been watching from the sidelines began to flip through the auction catalogue.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand!"
The buyers in the audience began to compete with each other in bidding, and the price kept rising, 700,000, 750,000, 800,000... Every time a placard was raised, it was accompanied by a low exclamation or laughter.
The auctioneer's voice echoed in the air, as if carrying some kind of magic, making the atmosphere in the venue become heated.
A young man sitting in the corner raised the number plate in his hand with an easy and natural movement, as if he was just waving his hand.
The auctioneer's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Nine hundred thousand!" His voice rang out again, somewhat provocatively: "Nine hundred thousand! The current price is nine hundred thousand! Is there a higher price?"
The buyers who had originally bid began to hesitate.
The price of 900,000 yuan was close to Jiang Zhe's previous record, but some people were still unwilling to give up. The old man sitting in the front row slowly raised the number plate in his hand.
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand." There was surprise in the auctioneer's eyes.
Several buyers gave up reluctantly.
The price of 950,000 yuan was close to their psychological limit. But some people were still unwilling to give up. A young woman sitting in the middle gritted her teeth and raised the number plate in her hand.
"One million!" The auctioneer's voice was filled with excitement. "One million! The price has now reached one million! This is the first work in this auction to reach one million."
The buyers in the audience were talking about it. Some of them had already started looking at the next lot.
However, there are still people who are unwilling to give up.
The young man raised the sign again, still as relaxed and natural as ever.
"One million and twenty thousand!" The auctioneer asked quickly and then called out the price again: "One million and twenty thousand! Is there a higher price?"
All the buyers participating in the bidding fell silent.
The price of million has exceeded their psychological expectations. Although Jiang Zhe's fame and the beauty of this work are still hard to give up, the price has made them hesitate. The auctioneer's eyes swept over the buyers who had bid.
"One million and two hundred thousand, for the first time." The voice echoed in the air with a hint of urging.
"One million and two hundred thousand, second time." The auctioneer picked up the hammer.
"One million and two hundred thousand, the third time." The auctioneer's voice suddenly became louder, and he slammed the gavel in his hand. "Deal!"
The auction continues...
The high prices of Jiang Zhe's works were quickly spread through various channels.
Many buyers in the venue, as well as industry insiders who follow the Polaroid auction, began to pay attention to Jiang Zhe and analyze the potential of his works...
Jiang Zhe stood in the spacious and bright villa studio, holding a paintbrush in his hand, staring intently at a detail on the canvas.
Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone broke the silence of the studio. Jiang Zhe frowned slightly, put down his paintbrush, picked up his cell phone and took a look. It was a call from the business manager of Baoli Auction Company.
He pressed the answer button and said calmly, "Manager Li, what's up?"
In fact, he had been waiting for this call for a long time.
The sales manager's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Jiang! Congratulations! Your oil painting was just sold at the auction for 102 million! This is the highest price so far in the special auction!"
He started addressing Jiang Zhe as Teacher Jiang.
Jiang Zhe was delighted and tried to remain calm, his tone still steady: "Really? Thank you for your efforts."
The sales manager's voice was full of excitement: "Teacher Jiang, you are too modest! Buyers are competing for the auction. Our colleagues are very excited to see this result."
Jiang Zhe walked to the window and looked out, his tone still calm: "Manager Li, the auction hasn't ended yet, right? There should be better results."
The business manager laughed and said, "Teacher Jiang, don't worry. Your work is the most popular at the auction. I was just too excited and wanted to tell you the good news as soon as possible! Moreover, our company's senior management also attaches great importance to you and hopes to continue to cooperate with you. In the future, the price of your work will definitely be higher and more popular!"
Jiang Zhe nodded gently, and said calmly: "I have always recognized the strength and reputation of Baoli Auction Company. Since you are sincere, we can continue to cooperate."
Li Ming's voice became even more enthusiastic: "Great! Teacher Jiang, don't worry, we will do our best to promote your work and make your artistic value recognized by more people!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhe put down his phone and turned back to the canvas.
He gazed at the painting he had just begun and smiled.
Only now can you relax and express your joy.
The price of 102 million was within his expectations.
The ups and downs of the art market make many things full of variables.
This price is a result of system rewards as well as one’s own efforts and accumulation.
Jiang Zhe also knew in his heart that the change in attitude of Poly Auction Company before and after the auction was not accidental.
In recent years, his works have gradually emerged in the market, with auction prices rising all the way, attracting the attention of major auction houses.
As a leader in the industry, Polaroid Auctions has obviously realized his potential. Today's phone call is not only an affirmation of his works, but also an important recognition of his future artistic career.
Jiang Zhe has the memories of his past life as a reference and knows that Baoli Auction Company has a bright future.
This company will soon become the leading auction house in China. Cooperating with them will undoubtedly bring more opportunities to my art career.
After Jiang Zhe spoke with the business manager of the auction company over the phone, he told the news to his parents, Wang Zhen, Chen Yan, Sister Liao and others.
When family and friends heard the good news, they all expressed their desire to celebrate for Jiang Zhe.
Wang Zhen and Sister Liao both suggested to Jiang Zhe that he should continue to cooperate with Poly Auction Company.
After making several calls in succession, Jiang Zhe put down his phone, opened the system page, and found the system rewards.
The system shows that part of the reward funds have been withdrawn from this auction, and part will be withdrawn in subsequent auctions.
At present, although the price of my paintings is increasing, the bonus is increasing, and I can't finish it all at once. However, the price of my works will always get higher and higher.
In a good mood, he planned to give himself a vacation.
Lifting the silk curtains of the studio's floor-to-ceiling windows, let the wind carrying the scent of locust flowers rush in, diluting the smell of the medium and pigment.
"Xiao Ka!" he shouted towards the courtyard.
Xiao Ka came out from the flowers, his black and wet nose touching the petals, and his tail spinning like a whirlpool, scaring away a magpie that was foraging for food.
Jiang Zhe walked into the courtyard, and the light spots leaking from the wisteria trellis danced on his shoulders.
Xiao Ka ran over, stood up, and grabbed Jiang Zhe's knees.
Jiang Zhe squatted down, "Xiao Ka, are you happy too?" He smiled and ruffled the dog's hair on the top of its head.
After playing in the yard for a while, Xiao Ka suddenly barked at the iron gate.
Jiang Zhe looked up and saw Chen Yan appear outside the carved iron gate.
"You're here so soon?" It had not been long since they had talked on the phone.
Chen Yan must have received a call and rushed here.
"To celebrate for you earlier." Chen Yan walked into the courtyard.
Xiao Ka circled around the hem of her silk skirt, then put his nose close to the paper bag she was holding - there were some fruits in it.
The two chatted for a while in the garden.
Chen Yan said, "I'm going to cook today to celebrate the auction price of your work, which has once again exceeded one million."
Jiang Zhe ate the meal cooked by Chen Yan, thought for a while and said, "Let me cook. I have learned some new dishes recently."
Chen Yan slapped him angrily: "Do you dislike my cooking skills?"
Jiang Zhe said, "You need to practice your cooking skills more." The two of them chatted and laughed as they came to the kitchen.
Jiang Zhe cooked several of his signature dishes, and Chen Yan opened a bottle of champagne that they both liked.
The foam overflowed in the wine glass.
"Cheers to the great painter." Chen Yan's wine glass collided with Jiang Zhe's wine glass, making a clear sound.
(End of this chapter)
The auction hall at the headquarters of Polaroid Auctions.
During the break in the auction, the auctioneer took a sip of water, adjusted his dark-patterned tie, and glanced at the crowd of people in the audience - those collectors and agents who were making waves in the art market were taking a break, chatting, or making phone calls before the new items appeared.
The special auction of contemporary oil paintings has sold 16 works in a row. Will the subsequent works continue to be successful?
The crowd had a lot to talk about.
The auctioneer cleared his throat after receiving a hint from his colleague. "Dear guests, we will now auction the 17th lot of this auction - "Spring Whispers"
His voice echoed in the spacious hall, and the originally noisy venue gradually quieted down.
"The author of this work, Jiang Zhe, can be found in the auction materials. Although the painter is young, he has won awards in many important painting competitions at home and abroad, including the Venice Biennale, the Capital Biennale and the National Art Exhibition. His works are not only exquisite in technique, but also have a unique artistic perspective. He once set a record of selling a single work for over one million yuan at a Christie's auction in New York. He is a rising star in the contemporary art world."
The buyers in the audience began to discuss in low voices. Many of them flipped through the auction catalogues in their hands again, their eyes resting on the introduction page of the 17th lot.
On the big screen at the venue, Jiang Zhe's work, a portrait of a young woman, appeared. The woman in the picture had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a peaceful expression, and a look of innocence and sweetness. The girl's skin seemed to be glowing lightly in the sun, and the folds of her skirt were delicate and real, as if you could feel the touch of the breeze. The whole picture was full of sweet and innocent beauty, as if it had some kind of healing power, which made people immersed in it involuntarily.
"This work combines the precision of classicism with the gorgeous colors of impressionism, and its technique is perfect." The auctioneer's tone was somewhat provocative, "The brushstrokes are delicate and layered, especially the treatment of light and shadow, which is unique. This painting is not only a portrait, but also a communication of emotion and an ultimate pursuit of beauty."
An old man sitting in the first row stared at the auction records and award certificates of Jiang Zhe's works in the catalog.
Some of the buyers were whispering, some were looking down at the auction catalog in their hands, and some were staring at the oil painting on the auction table, as if they were weighing something.
"The starting price is three hundred thousand." The auctioneer's last tone seemed to carry a hook, and his eyes were accurately fixed on several potential buyers.
Sure enough, someone took the lead in raising the sign.
"Three hundred thousand." The auctioneer shouted, and the discussion in the audience gradually became noisy.
One buyer raised a sign and used gestures to indicate his bid.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" the auctioneer understood.
He recognized the buyer, Mr. Huang, who specialized in speculating on young artists. His best record was raising the price of a painting by a professor of an art academy by three times and then reselling it.
The two buyers took turns raising their placards like they were playing table tennis, and the price quickly approached the half-million mark.
"Five hundred thousand." The auctioneer's eyes swept across the buyers in the audience.
Many buyers in the audience began to hesitate. A price of 500,000 yuan was not low. Although Jiang Zhe was well-known, the art market was unpredictable and no one dared to bet easily. Some bowed their heads in thought, while others shook their heads slightly, as if they were weighing the risks and benefits.
The auctioneer was calm and composed: "Dear collectors, this work is not just a painting, but also a potential stock in the future. Jiang Zhe's name has long been known in the art circle, and the appreciation potential of his works in the future is immeasurable."
The buyers in the audience still did not react. Some of them were talking in low voices, seemingly discussing the value of this work.
The auctioneer's eyes swept through the crowd, looking for the person who would break the silence first.
Finally, a young man who was on the phone raised his number tag and signaled to the auctioneer.
"It's five hundred and fifty thousand, right?" The auctioneer quickly confirmed the price indicated by the other party and shouted again calmly and forcefully: "Five hundred and fifty thousand."
The whole place suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and then various discussions broke out.
People who like to watch the fun don't mind the trouble.
Those who are hesitating become more confused.
Hesitate whether to continue to pay more just to save face.
After asking several times, the auctioneer said, "Five hundred and fifty thousand, first time."
The buyers in the audience were talking even louder.
Some people stared at the oil painting, some held up their mobile phones and covered their ears with their other hands, trying to avoid distractions and listen to the instructions on the other end of the phone.
The auctioneer's voice sounded again, with a hint of urging: "Five hundred and fifty thousand, second time."
Just then, a young woman sitting in the back row raised the number plate in her hand.
"Six hundred thousand." The auctioneer's voice suddenly rose a few notches: "Six hundred thousand! The current price is six hundred thousand!"
Some of the bidders began to get nervous.
The price of six hundred thousand has exceeded the psychological expectations of many people, but Jiang Zhe's fame and the beauty of this work are still hard to give up.
Some people lowered their eyelids, as if they were making some decision.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!" A middle-aged man sitting in the middle seat raised the number plate in his hand.
A smile flashed across the auctioneer's eyes, "Six hundred and fifty thousand! The price now is six hundred and fifty thousand!"
As if someone pressed an invisible switch, several buyers who were bidding by phone joined the competition.
"Seven hundred thousand!"
The excitement of the sudden price jump caused a commotion in the venue, and several buyers who had been watching from the sidelines began to flip through the auction catalogue.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand!"
The buyers in the audience began to compete with each other in bidding, and the price kept rising, 700,000, 750,000, 800,000... Every time a placard was raised, it was accompanied by a low exclamation or laughter.
The auctioneer's voice echoed in the air, as if carrying some kind of magic, making the atmosphere in the venue become heated.
A young man sitting in the corner raised the number plate in his hand with an easy and natural movement, as if he was just waving his hand.
The auctioneer's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Nine hundred thousand!" His voice rang out again, somewhat provocatively: "Nine hundred thousand! The current price is nine hundred thousand! Is there a higher price?"
The buyers who had originally bid began to hesitate.
The price of 900,000 yuan was close to Jiang Zhe's previous record, but some people were still unwilling to give up. The old man sitting in the front row slowly raised the number plate in his hand.
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand." There was surprise in the auctioneer's eyes.
Several buyers gave up reluctantly.
The price of 950,000 yuan was close to their psychological limit. But some people were still unwilling to give up. A young woman sitting in the middle gritted her teeth and raised the number plate in her hand.
"One million!" The auctioneer's voice was filled with excitement. "One million! The price has now reached one million! This is the first work in this auction to reach one million."
The buyers in the audience were talking about it. Some of them had already started looking at the next lot.
However, there are still people who are unwilling to give up.
The young man raised the sign again, still as relaxed and natural as ever.
"One million and twenty thousand!" The auctioneer asked quickly and then called out the price again: "One million and twenty thousand! Is there a higher price?"
All the buyers participating in the bidding fell silent.
The price of million has exceeded their psychological expectations. Although Jiang Zhe's fame and the beauty of this work are still hard to give up, the price has made them hesitate. The auctioneer's eyes swept over the buyers who had bid.
"One million and two hundred thousand, for the first time." The voice echoed in the air with a hint of urging.
"One million and two hundred thousand, second time." The auctioneer picked up the hammer.
"One million and two hundred thousand, the third time." The auctioneer's voice suddenly became louder, and he slammed the gavel in his hand. "Deal!"
The auction continues...
The high prices of Jiang Zhe's works were quickly spread through various channels.
Many buyers in the venue, as well as industry insiders who follow the Polaroid auction, began to pay attention to Jiang Zhe and analyze the potential of his works...
Jiang Zhe stood in the spacious and bright villa studio, holding a paintbrush in his hand, staring intently at a detail on the canvas.
Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone broke the silence of the studio. Jiang Zhe frowned slightly, put down his paintbrush, picked up his cell phone and took a look. It was a call from the business manager of Baoli Auction Company.
He pressed the answer button and said calmly, "Manager Li, what's up?"
In fact, he had been waiting for this call for a long time.
The sales manager's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Jiang! Congratulations! Your oil painting was just sold at the auction for 102 million! This is the highest price so far in the special auction!"
He started addressing Jiang Zhe as Teacher Jiang.
Jiang Zhe was delighted and tried to remain calm, his tone still steady: "Really? Thank you for your efforts."
The sales manager's voice was full of excitement: "Teacher Jiang, you are too modest! Buyers are competing for the auction. Our colleagues are very excited to see this result."
Jiang Zhe walked to the window and looked out, his tone still calm: "Manager Li, the auction hasn't ended yet, right? There should be better results."
The business manager laughed and said, "Teacher Jiang, don't worry. Your work is the most popular at the auction. I was just too excited and wanted to tell you the good news as soon as possible! Moreover, our company's senior management also attaches great importance to you and hopes to continue to cooperate with you. In the future, the price of your work will definitely be higher and more popular!"
Jiang Zhe nodded gently, and said calmly: "I have always recognized the strength and reputation of Baoli Auction Company. Since you are sincere, we can continue to cooperate."
Li Ming's voice became even more enthusiastic: "Great! Teacher Jiang, don't worry, we will do our best to promote your work and make your artistic value recognized by more people!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhe put down his phone and turned back to the canvas.
He gazed at the painting he had just begun and smiled.
Only now can you relax and express your joy.
The price of 102 million was within his expectations.
The ups and downs of the art market make many things full of variables.
This price is a result of system rewards as well as one’s own efforts and accumulation.
Jiang Zhe also knew in his heart that the change in attitude of Poly Auction Company before and after the auction was not accidental.
In recent years, his works have gradually emerged in the market, with auction prices rising all the way, attracting the attention of major auction houses.
As a leader in the industry, Polaroid Auctions has obviously realized his potential. Today's phone call is not only an affirmation of his works, but also an important recognition of his future artistic career.
Jiang Zhe has the memories of his past life as a reference and knows that Baoli Auction Company has a bright future.
This company will soon become the leading auction house in China. Cooperating with them will undoubtedly bring more opportunities to my art career.
After Jiang Zhe spoke with the business manager of the auction company over the phone, he told the news to his parents, Wang Zhen, Chen Yan, Sister Liao and others.
When family and friends heard the good news, they all expressed their desire to celebrate for Jiang Zhe.
Wang Zhen and Sister Liao both suggested to Jiang Zhe that he should continue to cooperate with Poly Auction Company.
After making several calls in succession, Jiang Zhe put down his phone, opened the system page, and found the system rewards.
The system shows that part of the reward funds have been withdrawn from this auction, and part will be withdrawn in subsequent auctions.
At present, although the price of my paintings is increasing, the bonus is increasing, and I can't finish it all at once. However, the price of my works will always get higher and higher.
In a good mood, he planned to give himself a vacation.
Lifting the silk curtains of the studio's floor-to-ceiling windows, let the wind carrying the scent of locust flowers rush in, diluting the smell of the medium and pigment.
"Xiao Ka!" he shouted towards the courtyard.
Xiao Ka came out from the flowers, his black and wet nose touching the petals, and his tail spinning like a whirlpool, scaring away a magpie that was foraging for food.
Jiang Zhe walked into the courtyard, and the light spots leaking from the wisteria trellis danced on his shoulders.
Xiao Ka ran over, stood up, and grabbed Jiang Zhe's knees.
Jiang Zhe squatted down, "Xiao Ka, are you happy too?" He smiled and ruffled the dog's hair on the top of its head.
After playing in the yard for a while, Xiao Ka suddenly barked at the iron gate.
Jiang Zhe looked up and saw Chen Yan appear outside the carved iron gate.
"You're here so soon?" It had not been long since they had talked on the phone.
Chen Yan must have received a call and rushed here.
"To celebrate for you earlier." Chen Yan walked into the courtyard.
Xiao Ka circled around the hem of her silk skirt, then put his nose close to the paper bag she was holding - there were some fruits in it.
The two chatted for a while in the garden.
Chen Yan said, "I'm going to cook today to celebrate the auction price of your work, which has once again exceeded one million."
Jiang Zhe ate the meal cooked by Chen Yan, thought for a while and said, "Let me cook. I have learned some new dishes recently."
Chen Yan slapped him angrily: "Do you dislike my cooking skills?"
Jiang Zhe said, "You need to practice your cooking skills more." The two of them chatted and laughed as they came to the kitchen.
Jiang Zhe cooked several of his signature dishes, and Chen Yan opened a bottle of champagne that they both liked.
The foam overflowed in the wine glass.
"Cheers to the great painter." Chen Yan's wine glass collided with Jiang Zhe's wine glass, making a clear sound.
(End of this chapter)
