Chapter 428

At the scene and in the live stream, apart from the children's clear recitation, there was actually silence!

After a long while, Weibo suddenly stirred again, and several messages refreshed in unison.

The little assistant glanced at them, instantly stunned, her voice trembling slightly.

"Su... Su Ge, someone has quoted... quoted again..."

"Huaching Academy of Fine Arts is willing to invite you to become an honorary professor and assist you in holding art exhibitions worldwide."

"The Forbidden City... the Palace Museum wishes to collect 'Spring Trees and Autumn Frost' and launch cooperation with you in multiple fields, fully respecting your opinion on the specific form of cooperation."

"And the Beita Palace Museum also wants to collect this painting and is willing to negotiate on the specific form."

"And more... the Louvre, the British Museum, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Hermitage Museum... are all willing to collect this painting, and the price will surely satisfy you."

"Even the British Museum is willing to help you obtain a knighthood in the John Kingdom!"

What?

Hearing this news, all the netizens in the live stream were dumbfounded.

Is this true?

So many museums all want to collect this painting?

Moments later, the live stream instantly erupted.

"We knew this painting was awesome, but we didn't expect it to be so awesome in the eyes of those professionals?"

"No way, so this auction isn't just domestic; people abroad are paying attention too?"

"Damn! I get it! This is Su Meng's real demand, not seeking profit, but seeking fame!"

"Not just fame, but social status! Rising from a traffic idol to an artist, can the status be the same?"

"With fame and social status, isn't making money even easier?"

"Damn! Didn't you notice? The hidden offers from those museums will help Su Meng leave his name in history!"

"Su Meng has played a huge game; so this was his goal all along?"

"Knighthood? Asking because I don't understand, can foreigners obtain a knighthood in the John Kingdom?"

"I originally thought this painting would sell for an astronomical price, but who knew he actually wanted to use this painting to complete a transformation of identity!"

"Oh my god, thinking deeply about it is terrifying! Su Meng's ambition is actually this big?"

"What's impossible? Just based on this one painting, Su Meng has already become a god, okay? Those museums are merely icing on the cake."

"Kneeling, kneeling, kneeling before the big shot!"

"So hard to choose; I'm already sick of picking, what do I do if I want them all?"

"Wake up, upstairs; first paint a 'Spring Trees and Autumn Frost' yourself!"

At the school gate, Boss Yang's speech was stuttering.

"Su Meng... Teacher Su, how... how do you want to choose?"

The other few people were also looking at him eagerly, with a face full of expectation.

Su Meng was actually a bit dazed too.

He did have his own little calculations.

But he didn't expect to explode all these forces?

Was that a bit too much force?

Su Meng leaned back, resting against the sign of Daping Village Primary School, and said lightly.

"Huaching Academy of Fine Arts, rejected!"

"After all, I like girls with big eyes; if the Way differs, we cannot plan together!"

The few girls at the scene all instinctively widened their eyes.

A thought suddenly flashed through their minds.

My eyes are this big; is Su Meng hinting at something?

Wait... he rejected Huaching Academy of Fine Arts? And... if the Way differs, we cannot plan together?

Before they could come to their senses, Su Meng has already continued speaking.

"As for the Palace Museum... sorry, I have other uses for this painting."

"However, your museum is one I respect greatly, and I do have some ideas for cooperation."

"If you don't mind, we can schedule a time to discuss in detail later."

There's hope! In the Palace Museum's office, several people's eyes lit up simultaneously.

Su Meng's words were already very clear.

This painting is definitely out of the question, but the future might not be!

This time, at least the trip was not in vain!

Su Meng has already continued talking on his own.

"As for the Beita Palace Museum... hehe, if you are willing to return home, I can give the painting to you!"

What? In front of the screens, many netizens were stunned.

In a certain office in Beita, several people almost cried.

Do you think we don't want to?

But... sigh...

"As for those four museums... hmm..."

"If you are willing to return the things you looted from us back then, I might consider it..."

Holy crap!

In the live stream, countless netizens were startled, then everyone felt a surge of blood boiling in their veins.

Su Meng really dares to speak up!

That humiliating history back then—how many things did you steal?

And now you still want to come and steal?

Dream on!

At the school gate, Su Meng finally reached a conclusion.

"Continue!"

Continue?

In Hangcheng, a short middle-aged man put down his teacup and said calmly.

"It's time to make a bid."

In Shenzhen, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled slightly.

"It's time to spar with my old rival."

In the Imperial Capital, a middle-aged man with a pompadour patted his son's shoulder.

"Add some more chips."

In Shanghai, Wan Zi suddenly jumped up.

"Dad, bid quickly! What are you still hesitating for?!"

Xie Lecheng wore a bitter smile.

"There are still many big shots who haven't entered the game yet."

"Not to mention them, even compared to the current bid, my offer is really too insignificant to show."

"Making such a bid at this moment, wouldn't that just make a laughingstock of us?"

"It's just a painting anyway, maybe we should just forget it..."

"Forget what?" Wan Zi looked at him with the frustration of someone trying to forge iron into steel.

"Brother Su Meng has already hinted so obviously!"

"It's practically written on his face!"

"You blockhead, why haven't you figured it out yet?"

"I even doubt how you managed to build such a huge family fortune!"

The middle-aged man choked, almost unable to hold back from flicking her on the forehead.