Super system makes me a trillionaire

Boom!

That revelation was powerful enough to explain why Bright's paintings were so expensive.

Likewise, the news shocked Niamh to her core, leaving her deeply stunned.

He was a supreme master of traditional painting.

How powerful was that?

He is somebody who has reached the peak in the field of traditional painting.

But…

Was Bright really a supreme master?

Niamh looked at Bright who was behind her, engrossed in his phone.

Her eyes were full of shock and complex emotions.

Swallowing nervously, she said, "But Master Wilson, I didn't notice any difference between your painting and Bright's in the exhibition hall just now. Why is he a supreme master?"

When Edwin heard that, he gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"You think that because you don't have a profound enough understanding. There's a huge gap between his skills and mine, if you were well-versed in traditional painting, you would realize that Mr. John brought the horse to life through his painting. Meanwhile, my horse is simply a hollow shell, it lacks spirit."

As she listened, Niamh seemed to understand and nodded repeatedly.

Then, she asked, "How about I help you ask right now, Master Wilson?"

"Oh, sure, sure!" Edwin nodded vigorously.

Then, the call was hung up.

Right after hanging up the phone, Niamh approached Bright with a serious expression.

With utter earnestness, she stared at Bright.

Bright was engrossed in his phone, the moment he put it down, Niamh made him jump out of his skin.

Patting his chest, Bright looked at Niamh and couldn't help but exclaim, "What the hell, Niamh? What are you up to?"

Meanwhile, Niamh's expression was serious yet harboring a hint of resentment as she said,

"You lied to me, saying you knew nothing about art. Just now, Master Wilson called me, saying you are actually a supreme master in traditional painting!"

Hearing that, Bright had an embarrassed look on his face.

After scratching his nose, he responded in a somewhat undecided tone, "Well, there's nothing much I can say about that."

Shaking his head, Bright slowly said, "So, the old man called you, is he ready to pay up?"

"Yes, he will take the price of 50 million, he wants six paintings." She answered.

Upon hearing that, Bright couldn't help but smirk, remarking. "That old man sure knows a bargain when he sees one. Tell him I will do the six paintings, but he has to pay first, I won't accept deposits or anything like that. I want the full payment immediately."

"Um, let me discuss that with Master Wilson first…"

Niamh was hesitant about it, but still took out her phone and dialed the number.

Edwin was indeed rather efficient in getting things done.

It was 300 million dollars for six paintings.

Just an hour later, the amount was banked in.

During that time, Bright was demonstrating and explaining to Niamh.

Niamh was very focused on learning. She actually quite liked traditional paintings.

Upon seeing the 300 million credited to his account, Bright just smirked.

Then, shaking his head, he remarked, "Tsk! 300 million for six paintings of mine… This old man sure knows how to haggle."

After that, Bright fell into contemplation.

Then, he said to Niamh, "Can you get me six canvases, Niamh?"

Upon hearing that, Niamh nodded in response.

Bright proceeded to calm his mind.

The brush in his hand landed on the canvas.

A short while later, six galloping horses of different sizes and expressions appeared on the six canvases.

"Yes! That will do, these six horses will do."

Bright looked at the six horses and a smile appeared on his face.

Meanwhile, Niamh was somewhat dazed as she stared at the six horses.

She said, "B-Bright, are you going to sell these six horses to Master Wilson?"

"Obviously." Bright looked a bit puzzled as he glanced at Niamh.

"But… this…"

Niamh opened her mouth, wanting to say something more.

In her opinion, since Bright had received 300 million, he should make a few proper paintings at the very least, right?"

However, Bright had only drawn six differently expressed horses.

Bright laughed and asked, "What? Do you think these horses are too simple?"

Niamh nodded in agreement.

Despite that, Bright chuckled and shook his head.

"These six paintings are not simplistic at all, if that old man knows his stuff, he won't say a word when he sees these six horses, because they are already worth the price he paid."

With that, Bright placed an order for a same-day express delivery on his phone.

The six paintings were delivered.

As the paintings were sent out, Niamh sighed and murmured, "I wish I had a foundation like yours in traditional painting…"

At that moment, a hint of sorrow could be detected in Niamh's eyes.

Bright glanced at Niamh and asked, "What's bothering you? Why the long face?"

Upon hearing Bright's words, Niamh could only shake her head helplessly and say, "My family has given me a target for the first half of the year. I need to earn eight billion in four months."

"Eight billion in four months?"

A look of surprise flashed on Bright's face.

Niamh could only helplessly let out a bitter laugh.

"Yes, eight billion in four months. My company can earn that much in half a year, but it's almost impossible to do it within four months. I did some calculations earlier, even if our company operates at full capacity, we would be able to earn at most 5.7 billion in four months. That leaves us short of the target by 2.7 billion…"

There was a sense of helplessness in Niamh's expression at that moment.

At the same time, Bright began to think.

Then, he started speaking. "How much money do you have available in your account?"

Listening to Bright's words, Niamh hesitated slightly.

Then, she replied, "If we are talking about my personal account, I probably have more than 1 billion available to use."

"More than 1 billion, huh?" Bright mused quietly in his heart.

After that, he calmly stated, "I have a friend who recommended a stock to me. You can buy it and see how it goes, I don't know if it will be profitable, though."