C14 The Man next Door Was so Rich

"Ten million! Elder Wen's favorite and most precious work, which was praised by all the masters in the literary world, was offered 10 million at VIP booth number eight! 10 million! 10 million for the first time... "

The host had already gone crazy. He was so excited that he was almost unable to hold onto the microphone. A painting with a starting price of 5 million instantly soared to 10 million. Experience told him that there was no rush. The good show was still ahead.

At this time, VIP booth number nine raised his cards and bid twelve million.

"Twelve million! Number nine VIP seats 12 million!" The host's heart skipped a beat. Didn't they say they would increase it by five hundred thousand?

Everyone realized that today's auction seemed to have been contracted by the big shots of number 8 and number 9 VIP seats. The others just watched the show and did not get involved.

Xiang Bei's heart also skipped a beat. What was the bastard next door trying to do?

Although her grandfather's painting was priceless in her heart, especially this one, she had only heard of it and had never seen it before.

But...

Xiang Bei's mother bled a lot when she gave birth to her and passed away in less than two days.

This painting was Xiang Bei's mother's dowry. The strange thing was that along with her mother's departure, this painting also disappeared. She did not expect that it would be auctioned off now.

Yem Qingzhou came back because he found out that the painting was being auctioned in Feng City.

Yem Qingzhou saw Xiang Bei getting angry. He took the sign and raised it calmly.

The host got excited again. "13 million. VIP booth number eight bids 13 million."

Xiang Bei instantly stood up. "I will go and see who is so annoying."

Yem Qingzhou shook his head. "Bei, we can't break the rules."

"But, but..."

Yem Qingzhou knew what she was thinking and smiled. "I like Elder Wen's paintings too. Don't worry, I'll buy them for you."

At this time, Soong Miao came back. He exchanged a look with Yem Qingzhou and took the sign. He stood behind Yem Qingzhou obediently.

Then, the next door raised the sign again. It was fifteen million.

This was an increase of two million. Everyone was in an uproar.

At this time, Xiang Bei could not help being puzzled. Grandfather's painting had special meaning to her, so she wanted to buy the painting back. But what was the reason for the fellow next door?

If it was purely for collection, then the price was too high.

Could it be that the person next door was really stupid and rich?

Soong Miao continued to raise the price. Yem Qingzhou was still quite low-key. It was just an increment of one million and one million. As a result, the painting soon reached 21 million.

The host was so excited that he was talking incoherently. The reporters below even aimed their cameras upstairs, but their cameras did not capture anything.

Xiang Bei saw that Soong Miao was about to raise his card, so she suddenly rushed over and grabbed it.

"Forget it, Qingzhou, then. I don't want that painting anymore."

"It doesn't matter. We're here for it."

Xiang Bei shook her head. "No, it's not good. Grandfather loves my mother so much. He definitely doesn't want to see us like this. Since the person next door also likes that painting, we will let him have it. "

Yem Qingzhou stretched out his hand. "You don't have to worry about it. Bei, give me the sign."

"No, I don't want it. I really don't want it. Maybe I have no fate with it."

Just like how Xiang Bei lost her mother when she was born, Xiang Dahai's old driver, Uncle Kun, said that Xiang Bei and her mother's fate was shallow, but Lau Qianru would remind her from time to time that her mother died because she gave birth to her. It was said that when Grandpa, who was seriously ill, heard this news, his condition worsened and it did not take long before he also went.

The host made the final decision. Elder Wen's painting was sold for 21 million yuan, scaring the industry and many friends who liked to keep it.