Xu Ting said angrily, "Your head is just a decoration!"
At this time, Song Huanian's phone call was over, Song Yueran leaned over and asked, "Dad, what's the matter?" Song Huanian smiled, patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's getting late, let the driver take you back first."
"Why don't you drive me away first?" Girls are inherently sensitive. She looked at his father, then at Xu Ting, and said, "Uncle Xu, can Xu Ye take me back?"
Before Xu Ting could speak, Song Huanian tapped on his daughter's head: "You girl, you don't look reserved. Xiaoye and I still have business to talk about. You go back first."
Seeing her wink at him, Xu Ye knew that she was afraid that he would be reprimanded and wanted to help him escape. He smiled and said, "You can call me anytime you want to play when you have time."
Song Yueran nodded and left.
"How's it going? Did you say anything over there?" Xu Ting was very anxious. "I've asked people to prepare the money. As long as they don't care, we'll pay it all."
Song Huanian shook his head: "I asked the people at the auction house, the cheque has been paid and the painting has been taken away. Now it is too late to remedy the situation. I think I should accompany you to take the initiative to explain and sincerely apologize. Safer."
"No. 6 is from Golden Eagle?" Xu Ye suddenly asked. Looking at the expressions on Xu Ting and Song Huanian's faces, he knew that he had guessed correctly.
Holding a card can make these powerful and respectable dignitaries shudder, and they are probably the only ones. No one dared to reach out for anything they liked, so the auctioneer's expression was so surprised after he raised his card just now. Knowing nothing, he repeatedly increased the price and forced the other party to take the painting at a high price. This behavior is tantamount to blatant challenge and provocation. Those heinous methods are not fictional plots in the story, but the thick and deep shadow under its wings.
If you don't die, you won't die. Xu Ye now knows what kind of trouble he has caused him in a short time. If this matter is not handled well, everything that the Xu family has struggled for for many years may disappear under the eagle's claws.
However, there is no escape from the matter, and there must be a result. Whoever caused the disaster should be responsible for it.
Xu Ye tried his best to maintain his composure, and said, "Uncle Song, I'll apologize to you."
Xu Ting shouted, "When are you still trying to be brave here?!"
Song Huanian admired the boy's courage in his heart. After thinking about it, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay. After all, you held the sign, so it's more appropriate for you to go."
The reception continued, and the banquet hall was brightly lit. Xu Ye followed Song Huanian upstairs and stopped outside the door of a suite. Four men in black suits stood outside the door, all of them burly and naked.
"Mr. Song." One of the people standing on the left bowed slightly to Song Huanian.
"Heizi, it's been a long time." Song Huanian greeted with a smile, "Is San Shao inside?"
"Yes, please come in." The bodyguard called Kuroko didn't say a word, stretched out his hand and opened the door.
Xu Ye knew that San Shao was referring to Chu Xuan, the third son of Chu Guangyue. From three years ago, Chu Guangyue gradually handed over power to his three sons, and he retired behind the scenes to become the Supreme Emperor. Chu Xuan is only twenty-five years old, but he has been in business for several years. There are many industries in hand, most of which are arts, such as performing arts companies and animation creatives. The outside world described him as an old-fashioned, unpredictable, and the most difficult of the three brothers. He is very interested in antique calligraphy and painting, and it is estimated that he came here specially for the "Water Lilies".
Before entering the door, Xu Ye took a deep breath.
The suite is large and beautifully decorated. A large area of the top hangs a drop-shaped crystal lamp, which illuminates the room as if it were daytime. The floor is covered with a light gray carpet with dark flowers. There were many people in the room, but it was surprisingly quiet. The only one sitting was a man in the middle of the sofa.
Xu Ye's eyes fell on him.
Unlike those seen in the Economic Weekly, Chu Xuan has a very classical face, like those graceful sons from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, with a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly curved, as if smiling, but his eyes are cold. With a dark blue suit draped over his shoulders, he leaned against the sofa in a comfortable position. Two buttons were unbuttoned on the collar of the shirt, revealing a small piece of collarbone.
"Uncle Song has not seen him for a long time, but he is getting younger and younger." Chu Xuan got up and raised his hand, looking very enthusiastic, "Please take a seat."
Song Huanian sat down on the sofa on the side and smiled, "Is San Shao complimenting me or laughing at me?"
"Look at what you said." Chu Xuan hooked his lips, "I can't make fun of you no matter what." He paused, looking over Xu Ye who was standing behind Song Huanian, and said leisurely, "I want to tell a joke. , it seems that I am the one who makes people laugh today."
Xu Ye's heart sank for a while, knowing that this was the mountain rain coming.
Song Huanian is worthy of being an old river and lake, and he speaks calmly: "How can you do it? It is said that the three young masters have a good relationship and benevolent charity, and they have specially donated so much money to children who are out of school. I am very moved." , forcibly put a step under the young master's feet.
Chu Xuan laughed out loud, and Taohua's eyes glowed with dark light: "Uncle Song said what I said, and I was dumbfounded and couldn't pick out the thorns, as expected of an old senior."
"Third Young Master, this is actually a misunderstanding. This child is the first time to come back to this kind of occasion. He is ignorant and reckless. He doesn't know that No. 6 is your brand, so he adds more money. The money was originally meant to be donated by him, I don't know. Can San Shao give him a chance?" Song Huanian's future trembled. As long as Chu Xuan was willing to let Xu Ye go, all the money would be taken out of the Xu family's pocket.
"I took the painting and asked him to pay for it. If it spreads out, people will think that our Golden Eagle is about to go bankrupt." Chu Xuan raised his voice and snapped his fingers. The two men in black behind him carried the pair of "Water Lilies" and displayed it in front of the three of them. Chu Xuan looked at Xu Ye with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's said that bosom friends are rare. I think this Xu Shao is also someone who knows painting. Why don't you let me hear what you think about this painting?"
Xu Ye froze, these words were directed at him. Song Huanian, who was on the side, was not good at speaking, so he had to sit silently. Chu Xuan has a lot of research on works of art. With Xu Ye's superficial knowledge of art, it would only be a joke to play an axe. nice."
"Oh?" Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Xu Shao thinks that painting is more beautiful, or holding a placard is more beautiful?" He was like a striped snake lurking lazily in the grass, but his sharp fangs It will make people lose their lives if they are not careful.
Xu Ye stood there silently, his palms sweaty.
Seeing this, Song Huanian wanted to come out and make a round: "Three young masters..."
"Just kidding, let's liven up the atmosphere." Chu Xuan cut off his words, smiling with a pair of peach eyes, "Life is always full of surprises, it's rare to meet a philanthropist who bids with me, I really want to make peace with me. Let's have a drink and talk. Uncle Song will not give me this chance, right?"
Song Huanian's brows twitched, and he secretly screamed badly, but he still smiled and said, "How could that be? But this kid is not good at drinking, and he doesn't know how to speak. If there is anything offended, he will look at San Shao. For Lao Song's face, don't mind."
Chu Xuan smiled and said, "Uncle Song is serious."
Song Huanian got up and patted Xu Ye on the shoulder, laughed and said "you talk" and left. Xu Ye stood alone in this hostile suite, with cold hands and feet.
"Sit down." Chu Xuan leaned against the armrest of the sofa, supporting his head with one arm.
Xu Ye sat down according to the words, only to listen to the other party say slowly: "I am a person, actually quite generous." He hooked his fingers, and a man in black took an open vase with transparent ice cracks and put it on it. In front of him, and then quickly opened all the bottles on the table, there were many different kinds of red wine, and some foreign wines such as vodka and brandy.
Chu Xuan took two bottles at random, poured some into the vase at the same time, changed two bottles and poured some, and then changed... until the vase was full. Then he smiled at Xu Ye: "I always use good wine when entertaining guests."
The man in black put the vase in front of Xu Ye.
Under the light, the liquid in the bottle was turbid in color. I also knew that mixing so much wine would never taste good. Besides, the volume of this bottle was more than three liters, so I could drink so much wine in one breath...
Xu Ye's eyes flickered and he smiled bitterly. This is going to be in the hospital for a while. He stretched out his hand and held the vase in front of him, and asked, "If I finish drinking these wines, can San Shao let go of what happened at the auction today?"
"Are you negotiating terms with me?" A cold gleam flashed in Chu Xuan's eyes, "I advise you to drink it obediently, you know, it's rare for me to invite people to drink in such a friendly manner, and my Patience is limited."
out on a limb.
Xu Ye was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth. The cold liquid ran down the esophagus and rolled in the stomach, and the alcohol rushed into the limbs and bones, igniting the heat of the whole body. The throat that was forced to swallow repeatedly also felt like a fire. He choked and coughed constantly, and dizziness followed, occupying his brain.
But less than a third of the wine was drunk.
Xu Ye forced himself to drink some more, the surging alcohol impacted his consciousness, and he could hardly hold the bottle firmly. The constant discomfort made it difficult for him to swallow, and his breathing was hot and fast.
"Can't drink anymore?" Chu Xuan looked at him with interest, raised his arms and said, "You guys, go and help him."
The two men in black stepped forward and pressed Xu Ye on the sofa, while the other picked up the vase and brought it to his mouth.
At this moment, Heizi's voice sounded at the door: "Second Young Master!"
A cold and deep voice shouted: "Go away!"
Then, with a bang, the door was kicked open.
Xu Ye felt the hand that was holding his chin loose, and the wine that had been pouring down finally moved away from above, and he began to cough violently.
Someone in the room seemed to be saying something, but couldn't hear a word. Only the sound of his heart beating faster, as if it was about to pop out of his chest. He struggled to breathe on the sofa, his vision blurred into hazy blocks of color, and the world was like a huge kaleidoscope, spinning frantically.
Someone hugged him. Xu Ye struggled weakly with his hands and feet, but calmed down when he fell into his arms.
If there is a trace of consciousness that seems to be absent, the last perception is maintained in the dizziness and suffocation.
The familiar light fragrance and the warmth in his arms are familiar to him and can make him depend on and feel at ease. He was like a wounded little beast, leaning against that solid chest with his eyes closed, and he was vaguely low