Based on his current status and size, the market price of Mo Yisheng's painting is only five figures, and the number at the beginning will not exceed 3. Seven hundred thousand is a sky-high price for such a newcomer's work.
The host was silent for two seconds, and then said again: "It seems that this gentleman likes this painting very much, one time for 700,000."
The venue was originally very quiet, but this time everyone's attention was directed to this side. Yan Hai'an originally watched with the mentality of "I'll see if the local tyrants are throwing money away", but at this point, Sun Yan made it a little bit confusing. Headache.
Even though he was still a bit unspeakably cautious, Yan Haian's attitude towards Sun Yan could not go back, and what happened that night was probably at its lowest point. Just get up with your heart: "It's almost done? I'm afraid people don't know that you are stupid and rich?"
Sun Yan felt that there was something wrong with him, every time Yan Haian looked at him, he would be inexplicably excited, as if he was driving a newly bought sports car with no limit on the road, but today he is not here for Mo Yisheng : "Thousands of money can't buy a good heart, this painting is worth so much to me."
To sum it up in one sentence: rich, willful.
Yan Hai'an listened to the host with a cold face and said, "700,000 three times, a deal. Congratulations to this gentleman for winning "Sunshine"."
He said plainly, "Thank you for your patronage."
"You're welcome." Sun Yan raised his glass and turned to look at the stage, "Are you happy? The highest transaction volume tonight is Yi Sheng's painting."
Yes, the painting by Mo Yisheng will definitely be mentioned in the follow-up media reports. People always only like to discuss the first place.
Yan Hai'an's mood is very complicated. Sun Yan's actions are helpful to Mo Yisheng. It seems that the advantages of a good relationship with Sun Yan outweigh the disadvantages, but his casual attitude is too easy to go too far. Who knows the next step of this psychopath? What would you like to do? Both he and Mo Yisheng had to be treated with care.
Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Haian's mouth relaxed a little: "Anyway, thank you, I let you spend the money."
Mo Yisheng came over with a plate full of dishes: "Sun Yan, did you take the picture just now?"
Sun Yan has always been very kind to Mo Yisheng: "The painting is great, no matter how expensive it is, it is worth it."
"Mr. Sun also came over to show his face." Li Qing also touched him with a happy smile, "Do you want to collect all of Yi Sheng's paintings?"
Sun Yan said in a personable manner: "If there is a chance, why not?"
Anyway, I am not short of money.
Except for Mo Yisheng, everyone has heard the meaning of this layer of shining golden light, but having said that, Mo Yisheng's paintings don't cost a lot of money. Think about it, Yan Hai'an hasn't seen it since I have known Sun Yan for so long. He drives the same car, and every car is a Hao brand, so he can only hehe.
"There are a lot of people here today." Sun Yan found a few photos of people he had met in the business field casually, and asked Li Qing, "Are there many painters here?"
In view of Sun Yan's usual comments and recent trends, Li Qing obviously misunderstood this statement, and said enthusiastically, "There are quite a few talented seedlings, do you want me to introduce you to Mr. Sun?"
Yan Haian: "..."
Sun Yan: "..."
He glanced at Yan Hai'an, who thought no one saw him and rolled his eyes: "I mean, don't you introduce Yi Sheng to him? People in the industry and the media?"
Li Qing was taken aback, thought about this sentence for a while, then nodded, and took Mo Yisheng's hand: "Yes, I also have this plan."
Yan Haian wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again. Mo Yisheng looked unwilling, but Li Qing knew him very well: "He Ling is also over there, and he asked about you just now."
Hearing the name of his new friend, Mo Yisheng reluctantly followed Li Qing.
Yan Hai'an didn't move, and watched them walk towards the crowd.
"You're just like parents who send their children to kindergarten for the first time." Sun Yan followed suit and found it meaningless. "As for what? You don't want Yi Sheng to touch these things? Then call him back."
"It can't be like this forever..." Yan Hai'an sighed, "No matter how much I concentrate on painting, I still have to deal with people outside. I can't keep looking at him."
The two stood silently for a moment, Sun Yan tilted his head and pointed at the terrace with his chin: "Go out for a cigarette?"
Just sent the child to the kindergarten, no, just pushed Mo Yisheng out a little bit, Yan Haian was also a little annoyed, so he nodded, and the glass in his hand was taken away by Sun Yan. Sun Yan summoned a waiter, put the cups of the two into a tray, and followed Yan Haian to the terrace.
Yan Hai'an's addiction to cigarettes is actually very high, but he doesn't know how to smoke in front of Mo Yisheng, so he doesn't carry it with him. He took the cigarette handed by Sun Yan and held it in his mouth. He wanted to take the lighter again, but Sun Yan leaned slightly, holding the lighter in one hand and blocking the wind with the other, and lit it for him.
Yan Hai'an was startled, and noticed the dumb friendliness in this action, so he lowered his head and approached, and the dark terrace flashed red, like ashes that would not go out in a bonfire, or like a dark place in the dark. A little guidance.
Like him, Sun Yan leaned against the balcony and exhaled a smoke ring.
They all knew that the other party was looking at Mo Yisheng across the crowd.
"I really don't understand people like you," Sun Yan shook off the cigarette ash, "what on earth are you thinking?"
"I want to ask you that too." Yan Hai'an laughed after he asked. He turned his head and found that Sun Yan also turned his head at the same time.
After all, something was different after that night.
Yan Hai'an thought it was a bit funny, Sun Yan said before that he had given up on Mo Yisheng, after a few contacts, although most of the time he was angry, but Yan Hai'an felt that Sun Yan was indeed a man who kept his word.
It's just that he came here on purpose, can't he let Mo Yisheng go
He pondered: "If you are really serious about Yi Sheng..."
Thinking of what Sun Yan did during their not-so-long meeting, Yan Hai'an actually felt that Mo Yisheng and Sun Yan were on good terms and it was not a bad thing. A domineering person like Sun Yan would be suitable to protect Mo Yisheng from things that Mo Yisheng didn't want to encounter, and his identity could help Mo Yisheng maximize his strengths.
What Yan Haian couldn't do, Sun Yan could.
As long as he was serious, he would be able to protect Mo Yisheng well.
I don't know how many people who were willing to follow Sun Yan thought that he was serious about themselves. But how likely is such a person to be serious with you? Does he have to be serious with you
After smoking a cigarette, Sun Yan turned around and faced the blurred plants outside the window: "You always tell me to be serious, even if you are serious at the beginning, how long will it last?"
He took out the cigarette case and lit another one: "Even if you want to be serious, there are too many changes in life, which will make you unable to persevere. Since it's only about the length of time, what difference does it make if you take it seriously? Don't blame me, who can tell you?" This guarantee? Yan Haian, ask yourself, how long can you be serious?"
Yan Haian's hand trembled, and the burnt cigarette fell to the ground.
It's ridiculous to say that he asked Sun Yan to be serious, but even he himself couldn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. Love this thing is the most deceitful thing. When you are serious, it is always in front of your eyes.
This is still the case for the opposite sex, let alone between the same sex, which is neither protected by law nor rejected by morality.
Sun Yan saw something and laughed, "You want Mo Yi to live forever, why don't you give it to him yourself? I think he can accept men, what do you think?"
Yan Hai'an said in a trance: "In Yi Sheng's heart, there may be no gender difference, what he likes is pure things."
"Pure?" Sun Yan repeated it playfully, and asked, "You like it too, don't you?"
"I hope he can find a girl." Yan Hai'an didn't answer his question, but said to himself, "It will be smoother this way."
Sun Yan propped his elbows on the balcony, turned sideways, and faced his side face: "Oh? You really think of yourself as a mother. What about you?"
Yan Hai'an was silent for a while, he didn't know why he had such a conversation with Sun Yan, it was far beyond his psychological security.
It may be that he has held back for too long, and it is too tiring to hide the negativity in his heart and pretend to be a positive person. Or maybe the moonlight is too dark tonight, the crowd is too far away, and the smell of cigarettes separates reality, making this place feel like an informal dream.
How incredible, just at this moment, he could feel that he and Sun Yan were facing the same thing. There is a fault in his heart, and the echo of that time is surging in his chest, and it has not dissipated until now. He kept letting himself get used to it, and even after many years, he couldn't live with it peacefully.
Yan Haian stretched out his hand, but Sun Yan only paused, and handed him half of the cigarette in his hand. It was an indescribable tacit understanding, even scary. Grasping some of the same points in completely different people, the numbness watered by the world may not be able to collide with the sparks of confidantes, but it is enough for them to enjoy the short-term mutual company knowingly.
Yan Haian took a sip, and the smell of nicotine filled his chest: "I will probably find someone who is not serious, talk about a relationship that is not serious, and then live on not seriously."
As if drunk, he gave Sun Yan a confused smile.
The warm wind blew a little bug in people's hearts, but when he lowered his head and raised his eyes, the atmosphere changed in an instant, becoming ambiguous and romantic.
Sun Yan suddenly said, "Those paintings, were you the ones who drew them?"
In the gorgeous colors, the sudden black spot, holding the incompatible self-knowledge, gradually fades away in different scenes. The distorted sense of loneliness almost tears the canvas, but it has to be painted with the color next to it. Blurred, pretending nothing happened.
Yan Haian silently let Sun Yan take back the cigarette and continued to smoke, then laughed softly: "It is not for sale if you find the author. I didn't expect you to really like painting, I thought it was just an excuse."
"You can't say that." Sun Yan said casually, "When I first returned to China, I liked to wander around. I once bought a painting on the side of the road and liked it. I was interested in it for a while later, but until now there are many I still don’t understand the paintings, and most of the time I still don’t understand those of you who are engaged in art.”
The two smoked a cigarette together, walked back to the banquet tacitly, and left the smoke and emotions on the terrace.