After Chu Xiaonuan and Mo Xiaoxiao left, Qin Beichuan lit a cigarette, leaned his back on his car with his legs folded, and spit out smoke rings with a lazy expression.

The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, and he took out his phone to look at the caller ID, and his brow hidden under the mask tightened slightly.

"Big brother, you can't turn out of the eighteen bays at once if you turn your elbow out."

Murray had some extremely corrupt openings on the other end of the phone.

"You knew that Yichen was my person, and you still tried your best to bid up, causing me to auction that piece of imperial green at a high price of 20 million."

The handsome man in a black suit and brushed metal-rimmed glasses at the auction was Mo Liufeng's assistant Guan Yichen, so the real buyer of that piece of glass imperial green was Mo Liufeng.

"That piece of imperial green water head is good, the color is pure, find a famous teacher to carve it carefully, and it will not be a problem to return to the cost."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"Do you dare to love me just to return to my original cost after spending so much effort?"

Mo Liufeng, who has always been calm and self-controlled, listened to Qin Beichuan's words and wanted to explode a little bit.

Qin Beichuan: "I'll invite you to dinner another day." ”

Ink Flow: "......"

"I heard Yichen say that you also took a fancy to the No. 16 rough stone in tonight's auction, you deliberately gave it to that woman, and you also made me spend 20 million for a strange woman."

Ink Flow was curious.

"Aren't you not interested in women? Why did you suddenly change your mind? What kind of woman is it that can make Qin Dashao look at it differently. ”

"A very powerful woman."

Ink Wind was surprised.

He and Qin Beichuan met when they were still wearing diapers, but after so many years of friendship, he almost never heard Qin Beichuan praise a woman so much.

"What's that woman's last name, what's her name, and is she beautiful?"

Mo Liufeng was even more curious.

"The woman pressed the brim of her hat so low that I didn't see her face clearly, and I didn't have time to ask what her last name or name was."

Ink Flow: "......"

So his eldest brother spent 20 million to harm him for a woman who didn't even show her face.

"Young Master, Mr. Qin is always in a hurry, please go back with me immediately."

Qin Beichuan raised his eyebrows, and casually looked at the middle-aged thin man in a navy blue tuxedo and black-rimmed glasses walking towards him.

"Trouble is coming, let's talk next time."

Mo Liufeng was still distressing about his 20 million, and Qin Beichuan had already cut off the phone.

"It's Uncle Wei."

The tall and thin middle-aged man named Wei Qian is the right-hand man of Qin Minghui, the current president of the Qin Group.

Qin Beichuan continued to swallow clouds and spit out fog at Wei Qian.

"Let Uncle Wei come out to me in person, it seems that something really happened to the family, did someone go to the hospital in a car accident, or did Qin's stock price fall?"

Wei Qian's brows furrowed visibly.

This eldest young master is really getting more and more disagreeable, no wonder Mr. Qin intends to hand over the entire Qin group to the second young master.

"Qin's stock price is very stable, and no one has had a car accident, I don't know what the specific thing is, the eldest young master wants to know, please go back and ask Mr. Qin."

The driver drove the car over, and Wei Qian opened the back seat door for Qin Beichuan: "Young Master, please get in the car." ”

"No, I drove the car myself."

Qin Beichuan took out the key of the oil motorcycle, put the key ring on the index finger of his right hand in the same action as Chu Xiaonuan, and then gently turned his fingers, his movements were lazy and uninhibited.

Boom!

The roar of the modified Harley-Davidson motorcycle shook Wei Qian's eardrums, and the speed was as fast as a running cheetah.

Qin Beichuan's figure quickly disappeared in front of Wei Qian's eyes.

"Mr. Qin, I have found the eldest young master, the eldest young master is now on his way home."

Wei Qian immediately called the Qin family's villa.

Qin Beichuan stepped into the Qin family's villa and had the illusion of being on the execution ground, three pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time, and Qin Minghui's gaze was obviously tortured.

"I'm back."

"Well, I'm back."

Qin Beichuan casually responded to Qin Minghui, walked to the sofa opposite Qin Minghui, and sat lazily with Erlang's legs crossed.

Qin Minghui threw the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table heavily.

"Where did you fool around?"