After Zhu Yihua finished speaking, he lifted up the painting and threw it into the crowd. A young man like him didn't regard these small coins as money at all.

The crowd suddenly exclaimed and reached out to pick it up, but with a quick grab of one hand, the painting was snatched away.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Mo Xiaosheng who had grabbed the painting.

"It's you?!"

Zhu Yihua was quite surprised to see that it was Mo Xiaosheng, then he grabbed the painting and said angrily: "You, I won't give it to you!"

The last time Mo Xiaosheng humiliated him in front of Qiu Yiyi and everyone was still vivid in his mind. How could he give the painting to his love rival?

"Young Master Zhu, didn't you say that we would give it to everyone present for free?" Mo Xiaosheng smiled, "If it doesn't work out, how about I give you 50,000 yuan to buy your paintings?"

"no!"

Zhu Yihua sneered and said: "If you really want it, that's fine, it's three hundred thousand! When I bought it, it was three hundred thousand. If you want it, just give me three hundred thousand."

It was obvious that Zhu Yihua was deliberately making things difficult for Mo Xiaosheng. No matter whether Mo Xiaosheng agreed or not, he would still vent his anger.

"Okay, three hundred thousand is three hundred thousand." Mo Xiaosheng nodded.

"Young man, are you stupid? Mr. Tao just said that this painting has a cap of fifty thousand."

"That's right, he's taken advantage of."

"I guess I have money to burn. Today's young people are too exaggerated."

Everyone on the side shook their heads and started talking.

"Yes, young man, as I said just now, this painting is only worth 50,000 yuan." Mr. Tao couldn't stand it any longer, so he quickly came out to remind Mo Xiaosheng.
Chapter completed!