Xia Fei saw Chang Tianming's miserable appearance, felt comfortable, and was about to return to the inner hall of the auction, when the male reporter trotted down from the upper floor, looked sideways, and found that the crowd was talking and laughing A pair of men and women actually knew each other.

Isn't it the heroine of "Next Stop Love", the man next to her is her gossip boyfriend who was photographed by herself on the set.

Last time, he was jealous of Chang Tianming because of the filming, and was beaten up later, as for why he didn't suspect what Wang Shijie did, it was because Chang Tianming was a rich man, and Wang Shijie was a hotel waiter, so naturally he couldn't hire a group of people in suits and leather shoes to find trouble.

However, it is difficult to say whether there is a relationship with Xia Fei here, so the male reporter even holds a grudge against her.

"Xia Fei, stop!"

Suddenly, such a voice attracted everyone's attention, and the male reporter raised his hand in the direction of Xia Fei in front of everyone, and said hatefully.

"Xia Fei, you and the surname Chang are both raccoon dogs, remember it for me, if the mountains don't turn around in the future, don't get into the hands of Lao Tzu!"

Wang Shijie was stunned, Xia Fei was even more inexplicable, and he was at a loss, when did he provoke him?

Just as he wanted to step forward to ask clearly, the male reporter looked resentful and did not speak, and the runner rushed out of the hotel.

"I don't even know him!" Xia Fei felt aggrieved in her heart, and explained to Wang Shijie in a whisper.

A farce was simply resolved with money, and more money may be needed to settle this matter in the future, which is what the public relations department of Ailin Group should worry about.

However, the son of the Chang family is so good, and he already has a complete positioning in the hearts of these bigwigs in Hujing City, that is, to stay away from the Chang family, and finally cut off all business contacts, as the saying goes, if there is a father, there must be a son, and in turn, there must be a bad father.

Xia Yuantang and Chang Yue, the auction continued, Xia Fei was in no mood, and Wang Shijie regretted that he should have gone out to ask the person just now.

Ye Rong cast strange glances several times, Wang Shijie didn't see it, and he could guess what the other party was thinking.

After auctioning a few things in a row, everyone's interest was not high, and they were all sold at low prices, and the auctioneer was also a little embarrassed.

Xia Yuantang and Xia Mingcheng did not return to the scene until the auction was halfway through, and Chang Yue's father and son did not come together, and it seemed that they had left.

"I'm sorry, everyone, Mr. Chang Yue asked me to apologize for what happened today, this is a check for the purchase of the water pattern plate, please forgive me!"

After Xia Yuantang finished speaking, he sat down again, and the auctioneer saw that the organizer was back, as if he was in the spirit again, and motioned to the staff to come to the next auction item immediately, only to see a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam, dragging a painting scroll with both hands, and walked up slowly.

"This is a personal painting donated by a famous contemporary calligraphy master, Mr. Li Tingyu!"

Unfold a look, it turned out to be a portrait of a woman, this woman looks not dressed in this era, but a little like the dress before the fifties and sixties, her face is lifelike, the length of the eyebrows is moderate, the bridge of the nose is straight, the cherry mouth, although it is a painting, a pair of beautiful eyes and clever eyes, there is a kind of indescribable charm, the plump figure interprets the unique charm of a beautiful woman.

Wang Shijie looked at Xia Fei beside him, and suddenly felt that she was three points similar to the woman in the painting, especially the eyes and nose.

Xia Fei was still depressed because of the words that the male reporter threw down before leaving, and when she saw this painting, she not only covered her mouth.

"I feel a bit like you!" Wang Shijie said with a smile.

"It's not like me, it's like my aunt... No, it's just a person! ”

didn't expect Xia Fei's words to make Wang Shijie even more surprised, since she said so, it seems that this painting appears here, which is a bit intriguing.

Li Tingyu is somewhat famous in the calligraphy world, and Xia Yuantang has been friends for many years, this charity auction, specially sent someone to send a painting, asked to be auctioned on the spot, and the auction proceeds were used as charitable donations.

In fact, the guests present are basically figures in the business world, Li Tingyu's fame has not reached the level of thunder, few people know him, out of the request of an old friend, Xia Yuantang still agreed.

"The starting price of this painting is 100,000 yuan, and the price is 10,000 yuan for each increase!"

"I'll give 150,000!" Xia Yuantang spoke first, also because he was afraid that no one would ask for a price, and his old friend would not be able to get over his face.

"Two hundred thousand!" The second one to open his mouth to ask for the price turned out to be Ye Rong.

Ye Chen looked at his daughter beside him, but he didn't expect this girl to like calligraphy and painting, and asked curiously, "Do you like it?" ”

"I just think this woman is good-looking, shoot and play!" Ye Rong replied lightly, but she didn't think so in her heart, she came for this painting, and her grandfather explained that she couldn't let her father know about this matter.

A few CEOs who don't know calligraphy and don't understand paintings, when they saw Xia Yuantang asking for a price, they also raised their cards, and the range was 50,000, they didn't know who this Li Tingyu was.

The price climbed all the way, and soon reached the one million mark, Ye Rong's crisp voice made several other people stop raising the price, Xia Yuantang was also very satisfied with this price, and he could be regarded as having an explanation for his old friend.

Seeing that no one had raised the price, the auctioneer was about to ask again, and then the hammer was lowered to complete the auction.

"One million and two million!" Xia Fei raised the No. 87 sign in her hand and said, looking at her expression, Wang Shijie knew that she wanted this painting.

Xia Fei ran away from home this time and didn't bring any money, if she hadn't received the movie "Next Stop Love", it would have been hard to shout 12,000.

"One million and four million!" Ye Rong glanced back at Xia Fei, her eyes were full of puzzlement, and suddenly a person appeared to fight, and it was still her.

"One million six million!" Xia Fei immediately raised the price.

"One million eight million!" Ye Rong soon followed and added 200,000.

"Two million!" Xia Fei bit her lip and spat out another number.

"Three million!" Ye Rong obviously lost her patience and directly raised it by one million.

Xia Fei clenched his small fist and hammered it on his knee, a kind of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

The objects that were auctioned out before were all bidders, and they all paid on the spot, even Chang Tianming, who broke the water pattern plate, also paid the money, even if Xia Fei was auctioned, it was not an exception, and she didn't want to introduce it to the uncle in front of so many people, which was obviously not suitable.

"No money! Alas..."sighed, squeezed out a wry smile, and looked at Wang Shijie.

"You want this painting?"

"Well, my aunt died early, and my mother often mentions her, and I want to buy it for her!" Xia Fei replied in a whisper.

"Three million once, three million twice, three million..." Seeing that no one was bidding anymore, the auctioneer's voice sounded, and the bigwigs who had been watching the excitement also felt unsatisfied.

After all, among the women present, Xia Fei and Ye Rong were the most outstanding, and they were competing for an object, which was even more pleasing to the eye.

"Five million!" At the moment when the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer, Wang Shijie held up the No. 88 plate and shouted loudly.