"Ah! I remembered it. It is said that Xu Jiaojiao has a very rich boyfriend."
Hearing the voice of his female companion, the man felt like he was going crazy, "Why didn't you say anything just now!"
"Uh... I didn't think of it for a moment." The woman said weakly.
Seeing the host above start to speak, the man lowered his voice and complained: "Do you know that just because you leaked such important information, I have to lose a million! Forget the loss of money, where can I put my face!"
"I just remembered it when I saw the man sitting next to Xu Jiaojiao." Seeing her male companion rolling her eyes, the woman quickly said, "If it was her boyfriend who took the photo, you don't have to admit it and blame them. Collusion.”
The man was stunned for a moment, then relaxed and smiled: "Other than my boyfriend, who else would spend so much money to take a picture of an unknown and broken painting."
The host on the stage began his opening remarks, and then described the significance of this charity project while remotely controlling the screen on the big screen. After the opening remarks, the highlight of the day began, the auction of donated items.
Starting from the donated items on the first floor, three-dimensional images of the items will also be displayed on the large screen.
Usually, before talking about the auction items, the host will also introduce the donor, so some people spend money to take photos of gifts from this person in order to sell them well in front of the person they want to have a good relationship with.
Donations on the first floor were photographed one after another.
Soon it was the turn of the auction items on the second floor.
Some of the lots on the second floor may not be as good as those on the first floor, but the donor status is higher or more special, so the starting price of this lot is also higher. Some lots are very lively when they start to be auctioned, and the prices are increased one by one, and soon it will be there. The auction price far exceeded the starting price.
Sheng Jiaoyang also took a photo of a gadget. It was a handicraft that she spent 100,000 yuan on.
When the photos on the second floor were taken one after another, it was soon the turn of the donations on the third floor.
Regarding the donations on the third floor, the host was more eloquent in introducing them.
When Sheng Jiaoyang's painting appeared on the big screen, the host introduced: "This is a painting painted by Miss Xu Jiaojiao herself. The material is the same as the content of our public welfare project. This painting is from the color to the It has a sense of layering, a good painter, or a sense of meaning. All our organizers like this painting very much, so the starting price of this painting is one million, and the price will be increased each time. At 10,000, those who want to collect can start now.”
"Who is Xu Jiaojiao?"
"Why set such a high starting price? Is this painting worth the price?"
Hearing the faint voices, the man who bet with Sheng Jiaoyang looked proud. Sure enough, he was not the only one who felt this way.
"One and a half million!" Suddenly an old voice sounded.
"Two million!" Another middle-aged man's voice sounded.
Some people exclaimed, not expecting that such a painting would fetch such a price.
Sheng Jiaoyang looked over, and not surprisingly, the first person was her grandfather. The second person to shout was more surprising, it was Pan Zihui.
After Pan Zihui shouted "two million", he looked over specifically and saw Sheng Jiaoyang looking at him and smiling at Sheng Jiaoyang.
What is this person planning? Sheng Jiaoyang's heart moved slightly.
"First time in two million," the host shouted.
"Two million second..."
"Three million." Shen Zhining's tone was very calm, as if he just spent three yuan to buy an ice cream.
"Damn, I'm really rich." The man who bet with Sheng Jiaoyang sighed, but his face looked relieved. He was really worried that the painting was photographed by the first two people, so he wouldn't be able to argue.
"My cousin is really willing to give up."
"This little money is nothing to my cousin, what a fuss."
The Ning cousins sitting somewhere said one after another. No need to guess, the proud but disdainful tone behind him naturally came from Ning Xiaoruan.
Just as the host was about to record the case, another voice sounded.
"four million!"
When everyone heard the news, they saw a middle-aged man who looked a little beaten slowly put down the sign he held up.
Sheng Jiaoyang frowned, she stretched out her hand to hold Shen Zhining's hand, and whispered: "Forget it, let him buy it."
The person who asked for four million turned out to be Sheng Xun.
"Four million for the first time, four million for the second time, four million for the third time. Deal!" A "dong" sound was finalized.
"Congratulations to Mr. Sheng of Shengshi Industrial for taking this painting." The host said in a particularly excited tone, "At the same time, the money will also be donated to the foundation in the name of Miss Xu."
"Mr. Sheng, I didn't expect you to love painting so much." By coincidence, Pan Zihui was sitting next to Sheng Xun.
Sheng Xun glanced in that direction and replied: "What I love is not painting."
Pan Zihui was greatly frightened. He looked at Sheng Xun and felt very uncomfortable. He felt as if his baby swan was being stared at by an old toad. This guy is a lot older, and he still thinks about old cows eating young grass. The point is, you can eat young grass, but he dares to stare at his young grass. Even if Jiaojiao has never called him daddy, that's fine. His daughter!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sheng Xun glanced at Pan Zihui.
"Haha, you..." Before Pan Zihui finished speaking, Jiang Yin, who was sitting next to him, pulled him and interrupted him.
"It seems that Mr. Sheng admires Xu Jiaojiao very much. It happens that my baby and Xu Jiaojiao were in the same dormitory before, and she also has an unusual relationship with my old Pan." Jiang Yin said.
Sheng Xun narrowed his eyes and looked at Pan Zihui dangerously. He was wondering, was the original Xu Jiaojiao being kept by this guy? Now that I think about ruining Jiaoyang's reputation, it depends on whether he agrees or not!
In the eyes of outsiders, two people who could still laugh and chat for a few words suddenly turned against each other and looked at each other like enemies.
"I heard that Mr. Sheng got divorced not long ago? A lot of property will be divided, right? Are you sure Mr. Sheng can still come up with four million at a time?" Pan Zihui said in a joking tone.
"Thank you, Mr. Pan, for taking the trouble." Sheng Xun replied calmly.
The two people here were looking at each other with a wary look. On the other side, the man who made the bet with Sheng Jiaoyang looked disheveled.
"Is this guy out of his mind? Why would he spend so much money on a broken painting?" the man cursed in a low voice.
The woman beside him didn't dare to speak.
"I'll take the opportunity to go to the bathroom in a while and then leave. You can watch the time come out by yourself."
"Ah? What about your bet?" The woman looked at him in surprise.
"What a bet. Does she know who I am? What can she do to me if I leave?" the man said shamelessly.
After a while, when he saw that the auction was coming to an end, the man stood up. He first walked towards the bathroom, and then ran away once he was out of the auction hall and out of everyone's sight.
The female companion he brought originally wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but someone struck up a conversation next to her. She thought that the people who would be invited to the auction were all rich people. Seeing that they spent four million, she simply went with the person who struck up a conversation with her. The middle-aged man started chatting.
As soon as the auction ended, Sheng Jiaoyang discovered that the person she had bet with had fled.
Sheng Jiaoyang sneered, a monk could not escape from the temple.
Looking back, all she had to do was ask someone to check and find out which family the person who dared to look down on her belonged to.
As soon as the party ended, the people in the auction hall gradually dispersed.
Sheng Jiaoyang and Shen Zhining got up and were about to go home. A man appeared in front of her, it was Sheng Xun.
"Jiao... Jiaojiao, can I have a few words with you?" Sheng Xun asked.
Apart from seeing him once on his last birthday, this year Sheng Jiaoyang also saw him for the first time. He looked really weathered, and his half-white hair had not been dyed black, making him look like It's like entering the stage of old age.
"You bought my painting, not me. I have no obligation to talk to you, right?" Sheng Jiaoyang twitched the corner of his mouth and said.
"Really, you don't want to say a word to me?" Sheng Xun asked with sad eyes.
"I'm just talking to you, you're so funny."
Sheng Xun pursed his lips, looked deeply at Sheng Jiaoyang, nodded and said, "I won't bother you anymore."
Looking at his back as he turned around and slowly walked away, Sheng Jiaoyang couldn't help but think of when he was very young. Every time he heard his father's voice coming back, he would rush forward and hang on him. At that time, he was young, handsome and calm. The man's entire figure now showed vicissitudes of life, and his nose suddenly felt a little sore.
"Wait a minute." Sheng Jiaoyang shouted softly.
Sheng Xun, who had not gone far, heard the sound, as if hearing the sound of nature, with a look of joy on his face, and he turned around and looked over.
Sheng Jiaoyang walked over and said, "Find a place to talk."
There were still people in the auction hall who had not left, so the two left the auction hall and found a place to talk alone.
"What do you want to say to me?" Sheng Jiaoyang asked.
"I know that no matter how much I say I'm sorry, it won't help. Only when I saw your painting did I realize how important an important period I missed for you."
Sheng Jiaoyang didn't respond. She just looked calm and ready to leave at any time.
"Originally, everything I have should belong to you alone, but... some money was taken away from me. But don't worry, I will try my best to earn all that money back. By then, everything I have will be your."
Hearing these sudden words, a flash of surprise flashed in Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes. She frowned at Sheng Xun and said, "Are you kidding us? We have nothing to do with each other now. Give me all your property. Oh, those of you Will your brothers, who are planning to adopt a son for you so that he can inherit your property, agree?"
"This is something Susu and I worked hard together and has nothing to do with anyone else."
"It has nothing to do with me." Sheng Jiaoyang said.
"No, you are our child. No matter how much money we make, it is all for you. Jiaoyang, I'm sorry, I have done so many wrong things, and I know you will not forgive me. I only ask you, If I die one day, you can bury me. From now on... just take a look at me when you go to the cemetery to see your mother." (To be continued)