Valentina's grandfather is also a sculptor, although his reputation is not obvious.

She inherited her grandfather's craftsmanship. She had talent but lacked practice. She knew very well that her sculptures were not worthy of being collected by those collectors.

But she still held a solo exhibition that was exclusively her a few days ago. This was her first step. She felt that although her works were not as good as collection, it was enough for others to appreciate them, so she wanted to use this exhibition to let some people know their names.

Originally, she thought it was just that, but the accident happened that way. The unfinished sculpture she used to make up the numbers was bought by a person for one million euros.

So at the solo exhibition a few days ago, when a mysterious man bought her unfinished sculpture for one million euros, she was also shocked.

Recently, information about her has been circulating on the Internet. A half-finished sculptor's pair of semi-finished products was sold for a price of one million euros, which is simply incredible.

Her semi-finished product used to make up for numbers in exhibitions was evaluated by various masters on the Internet. The evaluation results were naturally very bad and were not worth the price at all. This directly led to her reputation on the Internet becoming very poor.

Many people said that she was malicious hype and searched out all her personal information, including her grandfather who is also a sculptor.

So more speculation and slander came overwhelmingly, such as "Her grandfather's works are also very average, how could she create such works?" and so on.

These netizens also expressed doubts about the one million. They believed from the bottom of their heart that this farce was directed and acted by Valentina. Even though they knew that Valentina would not be able to give out this million euros, they still had a lot of imagination and fabricated a large number of conspiracy theories. Even Valentina's rich second-generation boyfriend in college became one of the story versions.

Only Valentina knew that this was just a sudden daydream. Although she received a lot of trouble, when she received this huge amount of money, the joy finally overwhelmed her uneasiness.

And now, the person who bought her work suddenly came to invite her, and she had to go to the banquet.

No, it shouldn't be said that she was happy to attend the banquet. She was curious about who was the one who bought her own work and why she bought her own work.

A black luxury car parked under the street lights. Valentina seemed to feel something and turned to face the car. She felt that the car should be here to pick her up.

Sure enough, the door was opened, and the man in the co-pilot got out of the car and asked her if she was ready. The driver opened the door of the back seat for her. Valentina nodded, walked to the car, leaned over and got into the car, and the door closed sound rang out, the car started, slowly accelerated, and turned the front of the car to move in another direction.

Valentina sat in the back seat, a little uneasy. She looked at the rearview mirror in front. The man in the passenger passenger happened to be looking at the rearview mirror. He smiled politely and looked away from his eyes.

These people seemed to have no intention of chatting with me, Valentina thought.

The car drove all the way and finally stopped in front of a mansion. The room was brightly lit and you could vaguely hear the conversation coming from inside.

The person who led the way asked to open the door, and Valentina followed into the room. Her luxurious decoration here was startled and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"You are Miss Valentina?" A handsome and handsome man walked down the ring-shaped spiral steps, and he was elegant and elegant gentleman.

Is this the one who bought my work? Valentina's cheeks were slightly red.

"Mr. L is waiting for you upstairs. Come with me. He is looking forward to meeting you."

The man turned sideways and made an invitation gesture. Only then did Valentina realize that the man in front of her was not her buyer. A person with extraordinary temperament like him was just a guide, which further aroused Valentina's curiosity. She wanted to meet the mysterious buyer immediately.

Valentina followed the other party to the third floor, and a group of men and women sat in the living room on the third floor, surrounding an old man with his back facing Valentina, sitting on a chair facing the balcony window. From this window, you can see the night view of Florence.

The outside is brightly lit, but the room is dim and the atmosphere is created elegantly and private.

When Valentina came in, the men and women suddenly stopped talking and turned their heads to look at her at the same time. This made Valentina feel nervous and shy. This was the first time she was watched by a group of people of extraordinary identities.

Is this the upper class? These people are so beautiful, and they all exude an inexplicable attraction, making Valentina want to get close to them, get to know them, and talk to them.

"Valentina, can I call you that?" the old man suddenly asked. His voice was thick and light, but it could make people's attention involuntarily.

"Yes, yes!" Valentina replied quickly.

Then she saw the old man turning the chair and facing her, and then she saw what the old man looked like.

He looks very old, but very young... Valentina doesn't know why she uses these two completely contradictory words, but that's what she thinks in her heart.

The other party was dressed very delicately, with silver hair combed to the back of his head, and there were subtle wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes. Although there were many wrinkles on his face, his skin was not loose. If you must describe it, you had to compare it with an ordinary elderly person.

The skin of an ordinary elderly person is a soft napkin that is kneaded into a ball, and the skin of the old man in front of him is a piece of a4 paper that is kneaded into a ball. His posture of sitting on the chair is also very relaxed and comfortable. He is not as heavy and dull as the elderly. What Valentina cares about the most is the other person's eyes.

The crimson pupil color... She has never seen anyone have that pupil color.

Valentina knew that red pupils often appeared on leukemia patients. Because leukemia patients did not have melanin, their iris directly showed the original color of capillaries, but it was obvious that the old man in front of her was not a leukemia patient, and he looked very normal and healthy.

"Don't you sit?" Longdaos asked with a smile.

Valentina was stunned, lowered her head shyly, and looked around nervously, and found that there was no seat. At this time, the young woman who was sitting closest to Londos stood up and gave her position to Valentina.

Valentina smiled embarrassedly at the other party, and the other party smiled. At this time, Valentina realized that the person's eyes were also red.

The light was too dark just now, so she didn't notice it. Now when she looked around, she suddenly found that the eyes of the people around her were all red!

Is this the genetic gene of this family?
Chapter completed!