My Cats are All Bigshots

Two months ago.

In an accident, Lin An became Wen Xin's little milk cat.

This phenomenon is beyond the scope of existing scientific explanation, so that Lin An will have no time to take care of other things in the next two months. On the one hand, he silently accepts reality and lives as a milk cat, while on the other, he seizes every opportunity to sober to investigate this matter.

For Lin An, this is undoubtedly the biggest problem he has encountered since birth.

Like any before, Lin An never doubted that he would find the answer.

However, Lin An was stunned that the answer was clearly in front of him, but he did not expect it as originally.

**

Inside the car.

Qin Xiuwen continued to chatter: "You don't know how many places I visited and how much information I found before I found this clue. I tell you that if you are a literary article this time, I must work with you."

Lin An glanced at the busy traffic outside the window, frowning slightly:

"Talk about the point."

"Hehe, it's boring to say now." Qin Xiuwen has long been accustomed to Lin An's attitude and is not angry, still smiling.

Lin An glanced at Qin Xiuwen.

He was very familiar with the light revealed in this man's eyes.

"When it's there, the auction house is in front."

Qin Xiuwen suddenly raised his tone and said excitedly.

"Yeah." Lin An hummed sullenly.

Sotheby's auction house tonight is particularly lively.

The cause was the sudden death of a well-known foreign collector, and his descendants had to auction their collection in order to divide the inheritance.

Collectors are well-known, this time naturally attracted many wealthy collectors.

Among the crowd of suits and leather shoes, Lin An's white short sleeves and immature face seemed out of place.

Someone whispered in his direction:

"That's still a kid, right?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down, people shouldn't look like--"

Lin An and Qin Xiuwen turned a deaf ear to this, and after showing their tickets, they were led to a special box by the waiter.

Lin An looked at the surrounding environment, and his expression was deserted: "What on earth are you selling? It's time to tell me now, right?"

"I found the relevant record you mentioned in a lost ancient book."

Qin Xiuwen suppressed his smile, and his tone became serious.

Lin An glanced at him and did not speak.

Qin Xiuwen continued: "It turns out that there was such a race in history, and its form switched between humans and cats."

Lin An thought about what he said.

Qin Xiuwen will not deceive, so this record should be true in all likelihood.

But what does this have to do with today's auction?

Qin Xiuwen immediately noticed Lin An's thoughts, and immediately wanted to explain.

I just didn't expect that, before I spoke, the big screen in the box suddenly lit up, and the first collection of this auction was displayed in front of everyone.

According to the host, this is a fine brushwork from the Northern Song Dynasty.

The Northern Song Dynasty was the peak period of meticulous painting.

Both the Tibetan value and the ornamental value are very high.

If this painting is made by famous masters, it can be sold at sky-high prices.

Only from the outside, the meticulous composition, exquisite workmanship, vivid characters and complete preservation of this meticulous painting in front of me are indeed a rare collection.

However, it has a fatal flaw: there is no signature of the artist.

In the collection world, there is no signature and its value plummets.

So even if everyone is stunned by the beauty of this painting, they can only sigh.

Except... Lin An.

Since the appearance of this painting, Lin An has been staring at the screen, seeming to want to use his eyes to engrave all the details of this painting into his mind.

After Qin Xiuwen saw it, he smiled so much.

"I didn't lie to you." Qin Xiuwen said.

"How did you find out?" Lin An asked while staring at the details of the painting.

"Actually, I found the lost ancient book at Anglie's house." Qin Xiuwen shrugged. "You know, Anglie is a collector in name over the years, and he has been secretly interacting with some Chinese The tomb thief has unexplainable activities. I guess he obtained this painting and that book in this way."

Lin An frowned and suddenly said, "Did you bring money?"

Qin Xiuwen: "..." I came to you just for you to see! Didn't you say you want to buy it?

The offer has already begun.

The base price starts at one million yuan, with a price increase of 10,000 yuan each time.

For a work without the author's signature, the price of one million is not low. In addition, this painting is the first collection, so many buyers take a wait-and-see attitude and want to wait.

At this time, someone pressed the button.

The host said: "One million once."

Qin Xiuwen hadn't reacted yet, Lin An had walked to the remote control in the box and pressed the button.

Next second: drops——

"One hundred and ten thousand times!" the host shouted.

Qin Xiuwen recovered and immediately ran to grab the remote control with Lin An: "You are crazy, I won't pay for it for a while!"

"Taking it down, I'll pay for it." Lin An made no concessions and said decisively.

Qin Xiuwen was stunned: "How do you feel that you are a little different in normal times? Is this painting really that special?"

Lin An looked at the collection of paintings displayed on the screen. On the yellowed paper, a beautiful woman with a benevolent eyebrow was sitting and resting by the rock by the stream, holding a big orange cat in her arms.

The beautiful woman did not wear shoes, and was tied with red thread beaded jewelry around her ankles, and even the shape of her toenails were clearly visible.

In addition to the orange cat in her arms, beside the woman's feet, there was a milky-white kitten leaping towards her feet.

Seeing this, it is actually just an ordinary meticulous painting.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there are not a few master painters who can paint the aura of women and the liveliness and cuteness of cats so vividly.

But... this woman actually has a face very similar to Wen Xin!

It is impossible to use words to describe Lin An's feeling at this moment. There is no doubt that there is shock, complexity, and excitement... all kinds of emotions are entangled.

Only Lin

Ann can quickly calm down and make a decision in this situation.

"I must take this picture."

"Is this painting that important?" Qin Xiuwen was startled.

"It's not important, but I like it." Lin An didn't even look at Qin Xiuwen. After hearing someone bid with him, he pressed the button again: "I'll pay 2 million."

In general auctions, competition for a collection is performed, except in very rare cases, the price is increased according to the unit.

Especially this kind of paintings with little collection value, the starting price of one million is already very high.

But Lin An actually increased it to two million at a time.

This is equivalent to telling everyone that this time, he is bound to win.

Sure enough, he expected.

After two million, several buyers who originally wanted to compete with him were ready to give up.

The host smiled and was about to make a final decision, but the scene had another twists and turns.

A mysterious buyer contacted the auction house via the Internet, and he was willing to increase the price of this painting to three million...

Naturally, Lin An did not dare to admit defeat, and quickly increased the price.

That mysterious buyer is also a good money owner, and their rivalry starts with a million.

A meticulous painting that was originally worth only one million has been carried to nearly nine million, and there is even a growing trend.

Everyone at the auction house was in shock.

What is the situation? Is there any secret in this painting? What kind of master's lost work is it?

Immediately, the hearts of the people in the venue were all confused, and in each box, the buyers frantically began to inquire about the news.

And the bidding continues...

**

Half an hour ago, the villa.

After Lin An was picked up by Qin Xiuwen, Wen Xin was actually a little worried.

But Lin An insisted on going out, and she couldn't stop it either.

After thinking about it, Wen Xin finally sent Qi Zheng a WeChat message: "Mr. Qi, Lin An was picked up by his friend, but I still feel a little uneasy. Can you pay attention?"

The power of the Qi family in N City can be described as tangled together.

Basically, as long as Qi Zheng is willing, no one can slip under his nose.

Wen Xin sent Qi Zheng on WeChat because of this consideration.

Unexpectedly, Qi Zheng's reply was sent over quickly: "What do you call me?"

Wen Xin: "?"

Qi Zheng: "Give you another chance."

After realizing it, Wen Xin recalled it, as if she had indeed promised Qi Zheng during the day and would not call him Mr. Qi...

But how can he be so careful!

Wen Xin wandered in the living room for a while while holding the phone.

In the end, I felt, isn’t it just a change of name, what are you afraid of?

Her profession is an actress! In order to act, she can even call out her husband without changing her face and heartbeat. It's nothing but Qi Zheng.

So Wen Xin made up his mind and started editing again.

"Qi Zheng..."

Ding Dong Ding Dong——

Doorbell rang.

Wen Xin put down her phone, ran all the way to the door, looked at the familiar figure on the screen, and said in surprise:

"Qi Zheng, why are you here?"

"Open the door first." Qi Zheng buttoned the door gently, and Wen Xin quickly opened it to him.

Qi Zheng didn't wear a suit today, and the aura around his body did not look particularly formal, but the long legs under the windbreaker were still eye-catching as always.

Wen Xin saw Qi Zheng and didn't know why, and suddenly couldn't tell the sweetness in her heart.

"Qi Zheng, why are you here."

She asked again.

"The last date was interrupted--" Qi Zheng frowned slightly, as if he thought of some bad memories.

Wen Xin: "!"

"I won't eat this time, I will take you to a place."

Qi Zheng said.

Wen Xin was a little puzzled, not knowing what medicine Qi Zheng was selling in the gourd.

But she still agreed to go with Qi Zheng, and didn't change her clothes, because Qi Zheng seemed to be in a hurry.

Until reaching the destination, Wen Xin looked at the three big ‘auction house’ signs at the door, even more confused.

What are you doing at the auction house? Is Qi Zheng going to spend a lot of money to show her financial resources?

No, Qi Zheng shouldn't use such old-fashioned routines.

At this time, a waiter in a tuxedo walked up to the two of them and said with a standard smile: "Hello Mr. Qi, the collection you just commissioned us to photograph has been delivered to the VIP room."

Qi Zheng nodded, then turned to Wen Xin and said, "Let's go, go in and take a look."

Wen Xin was stunned. Before he could react, he had already walked to the VIP room.

Patter-accompanied by a sound.

Under the specially treated light, through the glass cover, a pair of beautiful meticulous paintings appeared in front of everyone.

Close observation can show the fineness of this painting.

Every stroke is just right, and every stroke is not redundant.

The most shocking thing is that the woman in this fine brushwork actually has a face similar to Wen Xin!

Qi Zheng said, "Give it to you."