By the time the last child finished the stairs, the music began to soften and the lights dimmed. For a moment, the venue seemed to have entered a dreamy night from a lively day.

"Whew—" Two large clouds of smoke erupted from both sides of the stage.

Countless bubbles fell from above the stage.

With the smoke, bubbles, and soft music, Yuan Zixin stepped onto the stage in this evening dress made by 28 children from Qizhi School for three months.

Her figure is already a little petite, and her skin is fair, but she looks just right in this slightly exaggerated dress.

As soon as he appeared, there was immediate applause on the field.

This applause, for this show, but also for the eleventh ......

After the climax of the intermission, the activity continued, and it was another piece of folk art, with a starting price of 800, and finally 2500 was auctioned by Zhongcheng Passenger Transport Company in the name of the company.

Song Qian returned to his seat early after directly brushing the staff with 110,000 yuan, while Yuan Zixin changed his clothes again after the display, and did not return to his seat until the next round of auctions began.

"You're exaggerating like that, and it kind of scares me. Yuan Zixin muttered as she handed the clothes that had been delicately packed by the staff to Song Qian's hand.

"You're doing a great job, you're in a good position. Song Qian said lightly, and did not reach out to pick up the bag of clothes.

Of course he won't take it, according to the requirements of the task, this must be given to Yuan Zixin, otherwise what would he spend so much effort on what he was doing with the play just now?

"You bought the clothes, take them!"

Yuan Zixin was praised so lightly, in fact, she was so happy in her heart, coupled with the previous attention, her heartbeat was still fast at this time, but she was a little embarrassed to face Song Qian, and threw her clothes on Song Qian's lap, which was considered to be returned to him.

"I don't want it. Song Qian still spoke in a light tone, and took the opportunity to put the bag of clothes back into Yuan Zixin's hand.

"10,000 yuan, oh no, eleven, you bought it for 110,000 yuan, don't you want it?" Yuan Zixin said.

Of course, she knew that Song Qian's move wanted the clothes to be fake, and the donation was real. And he just happened to be so light.

"I don't have a girlfriend, what are you doing with this dress, hang it up?" Song Qian asked rhetorically.

"That'...... I don't have a girlfriend now, so I can send it back if I have it in the future. Moreover, it should be ...... when it hangs up" Yuan Zixin said this, and even felt that he couldn't explain it, so he had to stop.

"You've already worn it, how can I give it away again? Song Qian looked like he should be.

"Then I don't want it either. Yuan Zixin pursed her lips.

This is simply a depressing thing that only a straight man can say! Can't you say a few nice words? For example, you look beautiful in yourself, it's very suitable, it's a gift or something. How can it be the same as throwing rags at yourself?

It's infuriating!

"If you don't want to throw it away, it is estimated that everyone in Lingcheng knows that you have worn this suit, this dress is yours, you have to throw it back when you are done, what a waste of people's hard work for three months." ”

"You ......"

"My analysis should make sense. ”

“……”

For this kind of "forced gift", or such a highly exposed gift, although Yuan Zixin said "hate" on her lips, she was overjoyed in her heart. Although you can't wear clothes on weekdays, the commemorative significance is really great, and besides, it's worth 110,000 yuan!

"Don't take it as an example!" Yuan Zixin warned, "You can't do this kind of surprise attack again!"

"Got it~~"

Of course, Song Qian knew that he couldn't do this kind of surprise attack anymore, he was worried at this moment, according to the progress of completing the task just prompted, this first lot was successfully auctioned and sent out, and it was calculated according to the value of 110,000, but what about the next?

"We would like to thank Ivey Electronic Technology Co., Ltd. for providing the following set of lots. ”

The male host Qing Liang came to the stage and continued to preside over the next auction. As the model walked to the front of the stage holding a transparent shelf, everyone found that it was a whole row, a full twelve mobile phones, from the oldest "big brother" shape, to the later flip phone, to the mini blue screen phone, and the latest touch screen mobile phone.

Founded in 1992, Ivey Electronic Technology Co., Ltd. has been engaged in the research and development, manufacturing and sales of mobile phones for 25 years. ”

A bit of a boring lot. Most of the people in the audience thought so. It's not a classic brand, who has nothing to buy such a large number of mobile phones, and it feels like a diaphragm to look there, and it's not enough to open a museum.

Besides, the market price of the latest mobile phone is more than 3,000, and the rest are waste, with a starting price of 5,000, who wants it!

Zhu Xinlai twitched the corners of his mouth, and glanced at the president of the Charity Federation sitting next door, his face was also a little bad. But it can't be helped, the sponsor sponsored half of the cost of the event and promised to donate 100,000 yuan. Of course, the premise is to join the lot of their company. But who knows, when this lot is taken, it turns out to be a mobile phone!

Since there is no one to shoot, the only way to do this is to start a backup plan.

"Five thousand eight!" someone shouted at the end.

Everyone turned around, and it was a fresh face.

"Eight thousand!" shouted again.

It's still cold on the field.

"Ten thousand twelve!"

"Eighteen thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

Three people in a row raised the price to 30,000.

"There is already a gentleman who is willing to bid 30,000 yuan for this set of classic era mobile phones of Ivey Electronic Technology Co., Ltd., is there anything higher?"

At this time, Song Qian pushed You Dawei, who was sitting beside him, and found that he was fascinated by those mobile phones, so he said softly: "There are so many mobile phones, are you interested?"

"What?" You Dawei came back to his senses from the preoccupation of carefully dividing each mobile phone.

"Don't you like mobile phones? How about I take a picture of this set and give it to you?"

Although Song Qian said it lightly, he himself was almost disgusted by his words. Why is it so difficult to give away things? Mobile phone, just now You Dawei did say that he used mobile phone code words, make do with the reason, maybe he agreed as soon as his head was hot.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" You Dawei looked at Song Qian with wide eyes.

This is not the first time, just now I photographed the four treasures of the study, he also asked himself if he liked it, whether he wanted to give it to himself, but at this time he looked at these mobile phones carefully, and asked again. What's the situation?

Hearing this, Song Qian knew that there was no drama in this matter, so he could only say "nothing" gloomily, and then continued to worry about how to shoot the next two lots and give them away.