When the day came to bid on Qifeng Terrace, Qiao Yang was very happy because he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
These days, he is doing the work of the planning department cautiously, lest the planning department be derailed because of his lack of understanding of business.
The regular and stressful days left him with no time to compose and write songs.
Only on weekends can I play the piano with Mo Yu or Yemei, or come to the house to compose and sing together.
Same with Gu Ye. Occasionally, the two of them would meet in the underground parking lot and between the corridors. Gu Ye would ask him to smoke a cigarette, and the two would chat while walking.
He found that Gu Ye was actually very easy to get along with. He didn't like to talk, but he was tolerant and generous like a big brother next door.
Qiao Yang is very willing to be friends with him.
However, they always felt that the matter of Qifengtai was stuck between them, so they couldn't chat happily.
Today, this burden can finally be lifted.
The company that Qiao Yang left with Liu Wen briskly
In the company, Li Songran looked at Qiao Yang who was leaving, provoking a faint sneer.
In an empty corner, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call: "Uncle Guo, Qiao Yang has already gone to the auction venue."
His voice was gloomy: "We have finally waited, and the good show of the fall of the Qiao family in a century is about to start today."
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Guo was calm and sarcastic: "You did a good job. I heard that Gu Ye is going to spend 800 million to buy Qifeng Terrace. The young master estimates that he will give up 1 billion before giving up, hehe."
Li Songran smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shone with a chilly light like a poisonous snake: "The company has less than 500 million in reserve funds, so the Qiao family will have to take out all the money from their private houses."
Uncle Guo snorted: "Thanks to the Qiao family for raising such an idiot as Qiao Yang, otherwise it would be so smooth."
"You have also worked hard during this time. They said that after the auction is over, you will also get a share of the price Qiao Yang offered. With tens of millions in hand, you will have everything from now on."
Li Songran was smiling, but with a terrifying coldness: "Thank you, Uncle Guo."
The auction venue was arranged in a conference room of a government building, and Qiao Yang walked to the venue under the leadership of the staff.
After all, it was an auction between two major group companies, and reporters from several media were crowded outside the venue, waiting for the results of the auction.
They were all wondering, shouldn't the senior leaders of two large companies come to participate in the auction of hundreds of millions of projects, surrounded by bodyguards and lawyers, mighty and mighty admission.
Why is the third young master of the Qiao family with only one assistant, as if he came to play with ease.
And Mr. Gu turned out to be even simpler, only one assistant came to look.
Even the photos they took to write the news were two or three people walking on the steps of the large and majestic government building.
Depressed and lonely.
The reporters were stunned: Is this really an auction where two large group companies want to complete hundreds of millions of transactions
Around the venue were the leaders of the Land Bureau, notaries, supervisors, and managers of the area to which Qifengtai belonged. There are also lawyers and witnesses.
The atmosphere was rather solemn.
However, there were only three people sitting on the auction seats. On the left sit Qiao Yang and Liu Wen, and on the right is Geng Hui.
The bidder was a little embarrassed.
With so few people, he was not in the mood to mobilize his emotions by shouting passionately.
He asked suspiciously, "People, are everyone here?"
Qiao Yang nodded, looked at Geng Hui, and asked, "Mr. Gu didn't come?"
Geng Hui glanced at Qiao Yang with a complicated mood: "... President Gu is very busy today."
The people around Qifengtai are also puzzled, how come the heads of the two companies don't even bring a lawyer.
After all, after the land is photographed, the sale and purchase contract must be signed.
Bring a lawyer
Geng Hui laughed in his heart.
He followed Gu Ye for so long, and it was the first time he saw Gu Ye willingly admit defeat.
He knew that Qiao Yang had come to approach President Gu for the sake of Qifengtai, and thought that Qiao Yang would try to get the auction price.
How did he know that this young master directly took away President Gu's heart!
Gu Ye didn't ask people from the legal department to come over or call a lawyer because he didn't want the land.
He was also ordered to make only one call - the original price.
He wanted to hand over this land to Qiao Yang, and he was not willing to let the young master spend an extra penny!
Geng Hui looked at Qiao Yang: Qing Jun is handsome, casual and free and easy, and his gestures reveal the nobility and heritage that a wealthy young master should have.
Truly a superhuman existence.
No wonder Gu always fell in love with him.
But this young master still has a little lover like Mo Yu by his side! Last week he also saw him shopping with his little lover to buy musical instruments.
He was afraid that President Gu would know that he was sad, so he hid it.
I sighed silently in my heart: I really don't feel worth it for President Gu!
There were too few people, and the auctioneer was too lazy to show off his tongue to stir up the atmosphere. He started after reading the precautions and bidding content.
Geng Hui raised his placard: "One hundred and eighty million."
After that, he put the sign on the table, and closed his eyes to prepare for the sourness of handing over hundreds of millions of land.
Everyone in the venue turned their attention to Qiao Yang.
Qiao Yang sat with a smile, motionless.
Liu Wen met the eyes of the people around him awkwardly, lowered his head and began to pretend to be dead.
On the way here, Qiao Shao suddenly said that this land could not be obtained, but he did not say the specific reason.
He tentatively asked: Did he give it to President Gu on purpose
Because during this time, when Liu Wen picks up Qiao Yang to and from get off work, he often sees Qiao Yang and President Gu chatting happily.
But Qiao Yang told him: This has nothing to do with Gu Ye, I will tell you after I pass.
Liu Wen didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, what his boss asked him to do, he just did what he did.
The venue fell into an awkward silence.
The auctioneer was stunned for a long time before realizing that the time had come. He looked at Qiao Yang and shouted hesitantly, "One hundred and eighty million times."
Qiao Yang didn't move, and Geng Hui, who was already dead-hearted, looked towards Qiao Yang suspiciously.
Joe Yang smiled at him.
His eyes are soft and his face is handsome and bright.
Geng Hui: ... woc!
He rubbed his heartbeat, and dared not look at Qiao Yang again.
Just at that glance, he seemed to understand the reason why Mr. Gu was tempted.
"...one hundred and eighty million twice."
Qiao Yang still didn't open his mouth or raised his cards, and smiled lightly to meet the gazes around him.
The venue started to get noisy.
Geng Hui waited for a while. The heartbeat, which had just calmed down, jumped up rapidly.
Joe Yang, he won't...
No, it can't be!
He strongly suppressed the thought in his heart, because it was too impossible to imagine.
You must know that in order to stabilize his strength in the Qiao family, Qiao Yang can only rely on this rare forest resource.
All the eyes of the people in the venue were fixed on Qiao Yang, and they lowered their heads to discuss, and the auctioneer had to keep going: "Quietly and quiet."
He raised the wooden hammer and looked at Qiao Yang: "One hundred and eighty million, three..."
"It doesn't count! It doesn't count!!"
Suddenly, a thin middle-aged man almost jumped out. He looked at Qiao Yang and pointed at him: "You, how are you..."
Why don't you ask for a price? !
Qiao Yang turned his head to look over, and the smiling Danfeng had a sharp chill in his eyes.
Qiao Yang remembered his appearance.
I saw his name tag: Wang Chengling.
The staff who maintained the order immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Quiet, sir, please be quiet."
"No, it's not..."
Wang Chengling realized his gaffe. He made excuses and asked, "Why is this called an auction, this... The seller is not going to lose money?"
The price is the most suitable price estimated by the official according to the land price, and the bidding rules are also official regulations with legal effect.
As the land manager of Qifengtai, Wang Chengling can't understand the feeling of selling a higher price.
But such excuses have not stopped the auction.
The moment the auctioneer's hammer struck, a piece of rare forest resources was auctioned off by the Gu Group at the lowest price.
Wang Chengling's entire face turned pale.
With his back against the wall, he stared at Qiao Yang with bloodshot eyes, not sure if he was angry or disappointed.
Geng Hui was stupid.
He stared blankly at Qiao Yang: "Young Master Qiao, you... what are you... What do you mean?"
Only then did Qiao Yang look away from Wang Chengling, and he said jokingly, "A surprise for a friend."
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Gu Ye sat alone in his spacious office.
He checked his phone from time to time to check the time.
When he was a child, he often refused gifts from people who gave him gifts.
Looking at the disappointed and sad expressions of those people, he only felt very troublesome.
And now, for the first time, Gu Ye experienced the anxious expectation when giving gifts.
In fact, he didn't expect Qiao Yang's surprise.
He just wanted to know if Qiao Yang would happily say thank you to him with joy in his eyes after he got the land.
Would he no longer call him President Gu, but A Ye, or... brother.
He was restless.
The hours when Dad was pushed into the operating room that year were the most stressful times he had ever experienced.
And now, he seems more nervous than then.
A hand is placed on the table, sometimes clenched into a fist, sometimes stretched into a palm, and the fingertips keep tapping on the table.
The "buzzing" ringtone broke the suffocating silence of the office.
The fingers tapping on the table stopped abruptly. At that moment, Gu Ye couldn't hold his breath.
After two or three seconds, he picked up the phone, and Geng Hui's name was displayed on the screen.
The tense body relaxed, and Gao Yang's heart sank slightly.
He opened the phone, and before he could speak, Geng Hui's frantic voice came over immediately.
"The original price! The original price was sold! One hundred and eighty million, not a penny."
"Qiao Shao, Qiao Shao he didn't raise his card!"
"He gave us Qifeng Terrace!!!"
"Mr. Gu, congratulations!!!"
"What did you say?"
It took a long time for Gu Ye to understand what Geng Hui meant.
The wind has always been light and the clouds are light, with the peach blossom eyes that are hazy and drunk, at this moment, they are slightly widened in disbelief.
The beautiful lips opened and closed a few times, and finally said two words, with a gentle vibrato: "... Qiao Yang."