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

He intended to persuade Hinsley to give up the idea of commissioning the paintings.

Why was Hinsley so insistent on it?

On top of that, he wanted four paintings from the get go.

Wasn't that a bit too much?

After all, Bright was charging no small number.

It was 50 million for one painting.

Four paintings would mean 200 million dollars.

That was just…

"Calm down Hinsley! His paintings are not worth that much money." Edwin blurted.

As soon as he said that, Hinsley retorted, "Who's the supreme master here? Me or you? Do you seriously think it's not worth it? Think about who that man is.

He's got the traditional painting skills of a supreme master! Even if he's not famous now, he will undoubtedly become famous in the future. When the time comes, how much do you think these paintings will sell for?"

Upon hearing those words, Edwin was taken aback.

It was true.

What had he been thinking earlier?

How could he have messed up so badly?

It was only 50 million!

That was incredible value for investing in a still undiscovered supreme master.

Given the artist age, there was potential to hype him up.

He could use terms like "Young supreme master" or "Art prodigy."

By that time, he could forget about the paintings being 50 million for one.

Even if they were auctioned for 87 million each, it would be nothing to be surprised about.

"Yes, I understand, Hinsley!" He replied.

"Okay, go ahead and make the call."

....

Meanwhile, in the study, Niamh was learning from Bright.

At the same time, she had also secretly made up her mind. Once it was over, she had to make a call to Edwin to apologize.

After all, he was the chairman of the Art Association, and he had given her guidance in the past.

If she got on his bad side, she would never be able to involve herself in the world of art ever again or get guidance from him.

However, at that very moment, Niamh's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that it was Edwin who called, a chill seeped into Niamh's heart.

The way she saw it, he had called to scold her.

With a bitter smile, she answered the call, bracing herself to get yelled at.

However, the anticipated scolding did not come.

Instead, it was a series of soft whispers.

"Niamh, please help me to apologize to your friend, I made a mistake just now. I shouldn't have behaved so impulsively at my age. I really shouldn't have!"

Upon hearing that, Niamh was stunned!

What…

What was going on?

Edwin had called, not to reprimand her, but to apologize?

His actions genuinely scared Niamh.

Something was wrong with the situation.

Niamh was a bit dazed.

At first, she thought that he called because he was about to scold her, however he was actually calling to apologize.

Niamh was a bit taken aback, but she quickly recovered.

Hurriedly, she said, "Master Wilson, please don't say that. You are an elder, we deserved the scolding just now."

Upon hearing that,

Edwin immediately retorted, "No! Don't say that Niamh, I was a fool, I messed up just now. As an elder, I should have set an example, but I took advantage of my age.

How about this? When you and your friend have time, come to dinner with me, I will apologize to the both of you in person."

At the end of his statement, Niamh was nearly scared to death.

Immediately, she also said, "You really shouldn't do that, Master Wilson!"

What on earth was going on?

Edwin just said that he wanted to invite her along with Bright to dinner and apologize in person.

At that moment, Edwin, who was on the other end of the line, continued, "Is your friend still next to you, Niamh?"

"Oh, yes! He's still here." Niamh quickly responded.

Hearing these words, a smile spread across Edwin's face.

Promptly, he said, "Is that so? Please pass a message to him for me, I will but the paintings for 50 million each."

"What?"

Niamh was shocked.

He was willing to pay 50 million for each painting?

Niamh's breathing grew heavier.

With a tone that carried some incredulity, she said, "Master Wilson, are… are you joking? Are you saying that you will take the price of 50 million for one painting?"

Although Niamh wasn't clear on the exact market prices of calligraphy and paintings right then, she could tell that only the best artists or deceased ones could sell a single painting for 50 million.

Bright clearly wasn't one of the top artists.

Even so, Edwin was actually planning to commission him.

Niamh was a bit stunned and couldn't believe it.

Meanwhile, Edwin, who was there, calmly nodded. "Yes, that's right, I will take it. Also, I don't want just one painting, I want six! Four of them were requested by my supreme master, and two of them are for myself.

It's not just because the value of the paintings will increase once Bright becomes famous, but more importantly, it's because Bright's artwork embodies the skills and techniques of a supreme master.

Those two paintings will allow me to see and comprehend higher level painting techniques!"

Niamh took a deep breath.

50 million each?

And he wanted six of them?!

Niamh truly felt a bit dizzy.

Was Bright's art really worth so much to the point that even Edwin was prepared to spend 50 million each for six paintings?

Niamh gulped.

Then, she asked with a slight tremor in her voice, "Master Wilson, may I ask why you're buying six of Bright's paintings? After all, the price of a single painting is already 50 million!"

As soo as he heard that, Edwin remained silent for a moment.

But then, he slowly said, "I can tell you that 50 million for each painting is an absolute bargain."

"What?!"

At that moment, Niamh was shocked!

It was 50 million per painting, and he considered it a bargain.

Suddenly, Niamh became even more curious about why Bright's paintings were so valuable.

She hurriedly continued to ask, "Why is that, Master Wilson?"

The voice of Edwin on the other end of the phone was bitter. "That's because Bright is a supreme master of traditional painting."

Boom!