Super system makes me a trillionaire

Upon hearing that, irritation began to fester in the bottom of Edwin's heart.

With a tinge of anger in his voice, he retorted, "No way! A painting for ten million? Isn't this straight up extortion? I came here with honest intentions, but you guys are asking for the moon!"

There was blatant fury in Edwin's tone.

The way he saw it, Bright was committing daylight robbery.

Bright narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the loud voice leaking out from the phone receiver.

Slowly, he said, "Hmph! Daylight robbery, he says? If that's the case, tell him that the price of this painting has just gone up! 50 million for a piece. Take it or leave it!"

Bright made that statement without hesitation.

"Five…"

At that moment, Niamh's eyes widened in surprise!

50 million for one painting?

That wasn't just a sky high price anymore! It really was more like extortion.

Swallowing hard, Niamh seemed hesitant.

After all, if she told Edwin that price, she was worried that the elderly man might collapse.

"It's fine, just tell him." Bright calmly said.

"Alright."

Niamh sighed helplessly before speaking into the phone, "Master Wilson, Bright said that the price of his painting has just gone up. Now, it is 50 million per piece…"

Her words hung in the air.

The other end of the phone was silent.

Edwin's face was turning red from holding his breath!

50 million?!

Ridiculous!

Even the most popular supreme masters of traditional painting nationwide would never charge that much.

Edwin's face was flushed red with exasperation.

Rage ignited within the depths of his heart. What on earth did Bright mean? Was he making a fool out of him?

So what if he indeed possessed the painting skills of a supreme master? He was still nothing but a young whippersnapper.

Edwin was already being humble by lowering himself to ask for a commission.

The idea was for both sides to compromise! Then, he would accept the loss. That would have settled the issue.

However, what on earth was Bright doing?

Initially, the asking price was ten million.

He could tolerate that, but now he was asking for 50 million.

That bastard was playing him for a fool.

After a moment of struggling, the only sentence Edwin managed to utter was, "Niamh, tell him not to cross the line!"

Niamh slightly parted her lips, and could only manage a bitter smile as she replied, "Bright also said that this is the fixed price. Whether you want to buy it or not is your choice…"

The moment she said that, the only reply she received was a series of beeps.

...….

On the other end of the line, Edwin was panting.

His eyes turned slightly red.

"50 million for a painting? Is this a joke to him?!"

While grumbling, Edwin called Hinsley.

...….

Meanwhile, in villa no. 2, Bright was sitting there with a slight smile on his face.

He asked, "He hung up?"

"Yeah! Judging by the tone of Master Wilson's voice, he seemed extremely irritated and upset. I guess his condition isn't very good!

I'm worried that what you said might cause him to faint. He's old now, if he passes out and can't be resuscitated, you will be in trouble." Niamh warned.

In response, Bright chuckled and said, "it's alright, that old man won't die that easily."

Having said that, Bright stood up and added, "Alright, let's go. How about I teach you how to make traditional paintings?"

Upon hearing that, Niamh instantly moved on from what just happened.

Her expression was filled with excitement. She did admire Bright's painting skills.

Simply put, if it came down to painting skills alone, Niamh believed that Bright was on par with Edwin.

Simultaneously, she recalled how Edwin had addressed Bright.

A rather outrageous idea surfaced in Niamh's heart.

She wondered, "Could it be that Bright's painting skills are better than Master Wilson's? If that's the case, wouldn't that mean Bright's painting skills have already reached the level of a supreme master?"

At the thought of that, Niamh infused with some excitement, immediately nodded and said, "Oh sure! I will come learn how to make traditional paintings with you, then."

With a chuckle, the two then found themselves in the study room.

The painting tools were spread out. Bright picked up a brush and started to guide Niamh.

....

Meanwhile, in another province, a man aged over seventy was sitting on a rocking chair while holding a cell phone in his hands.

The phone screen prominently displayed the horse painting that Edwin had sent him previously.

At that moment, the old man's expression was filled with excitement.

"This traditional painting must have been made by a supreme master. It's a pity that I only have the photo and haven't seen the original!

If I could witness the original masterpiece, I might be able to make even greater progress in traditional painting!" He muttered under his breath.

His face was filled with enthusiasm.

Then, he continued to mumble, saying, "However, as long as Edwin can commission a traditional painting from that supreme master, I might be able to smoothly break through this bottleneck and become a supreme master myself."

His expression was full of anticipation.

Just then, his phone rang.

Seeing who it was, the man's wrinkled face immediately lit up with a smile.

He laughed, "Hmph! Looks like Edwin managed to get the painting for me! Great. This is amazing!"

Still chuckling, he picked up.

Then, he asked, "Hello Edwin, how much did you spend to commission the paintings?"

After those words were spoken, Edwin's expression went ashen.

Immediately, Edwin gritted his teeth and said, "Let's not talk about that, Hinsley. That guy is so ridiculous! He's asking for 50 million for a single painting!"

Upon hearing that, Hinsley was taken aback.

50 million?

That was not a small sum!

However, he then slowly replied, "50 million? Get it for me! In fact, I want four!"

After all, Bright was not well known yet.

Once he rose to prominence, he could make a fortune after investing that 50 million.

The moment he said that, Edwin was bewildered by Hinsley's decision.