After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 268 Chasing Wife Crematorium

"It's okay." Zhao Chumian held the number plate and looked ahead boredly.

All she wanted now was to get it over with and go home and lie down.

is it?

But the look in Master Shengda's eyes told him that was not the case.

"The following is the auction item provided by Mr. Zhao Chumian of Ruchu Beauty Co., Ltd., Mr. Zhao Chengmo, a famous modern painter in Hua Country, "Dwelling in the Bird Mountain in the Morning". The starting price is 1000 million."

Zhao Chumian looked lazily, feeling dark...

I don't know how much of the income from tonight's auction can really help poor children in the mountainous areas. It's better to donate to the mountainous areas by yourself.

But this world is so complicated, many things can't be done.

Wen Jingrou sat in front of her, raised the sign, and looked back at her.

Zhao Chumian is really brave...

How dare you bid such a high price on a fake product?

Didn't know it would fall into the hands of that hapless little bastard tonight.

Shen Congjin raised his sign excitedly, "Miss Zhao, I think I will make a lot of money tonight."

"as long as you are happy."

Isn't prostitution good?
She agreed to give him one.

"2000 million once."

"2000 times..."

Shen continued to lift from now on.

At the front, there was also a young man in a suit holding hands against him.

It quickly reached 5000 million.

Grandpa lost face and angrily suspended his card.

If he continues to shoot, he will have to borrow money.

I don't know if Ms. Zhao will borrow money to let her shoot her lot?

No matter how I think about it, I feel like there is something wrong with my brain.

"Miss Zhao, does it still count as you said before to send me an authentic painting?" Shen Congjin lowered his voice and asked her.

"Calculate……"

"Okay." He gave up.

"6000 million once."

"6000 million twice."

"One hundred million."

The sound came from the box next to it, and the special glass reflected faint light, making it impossible to see clearly inside.

But the inside can see the outside clearly.

From Sheng Xifang's point of view, just now Shen Congjin and Zhao Chumian looked like a couple, rubbing each other's ears.

Do you need to get so close to speak?

His face darkened unknowingly, and Du Mu at the side saw the BOSS's face.

Hey……

He recently read a romance novel, what did it say?

Chasing Wife Crematorium.

BOSS is developing in that direction.

Mo Yuanhang, who was holding the winning ticket, was taken aback when he heard this familiar voice.

Why is Sheng Xifang joining in the fun?
When did he become interested in paintings by older artists?

Mo Yuanhang looked at the pale old man beside him, "Grandpa..."

"Why, the Mo family can't even come up with [-] million?" Elder Mo said with a sullen face.

Mr. Zhao's paintings are one thing. I photographed Mr. Zhao's paintings here tonight, and it spread to Mr. Zhao's ears. He is also a person who loves painting.

Next time I go to Rongcheng, I might have a chance to see Mr. Zhao's collection. If Mr. Zhao can sell one or two of them, they will be the real treasures, which are priceless.

A painting quickly soared to [-] million.

Mo Yuanhang was excited in his heart, but his face was still indifferent. If he really fights with Sheng Xifang, it's not worth it for this painting.

However, Sheng Xifang did not hear that he continued to bid.

"Congratulations to Mr. Mo Yuanhang of the Mo Group for winning the bid with 5 million."

There was thunderous applause.

"congratulations."

There is a contemptuous smile on the corner of Wen Jingrou's mouth, he is a fool with a lot of money.

So happy to buy a fake.

so boring……

Zhao Chumian is not interested in this kind of auction. In the past, his brother and mother went to the auction.

She touched her belly, feeling a little hungry.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Tang Jie asked quietly.

She nodded, "I'll leave it to you later, I'll slip away first..."

A company needs at least one representative, Tang Jie can't leave.

She looked at Shen Congjin, "Mr. Shen, can you send Mianmian back?"

"Of course, it's my duty."

The two got up and walked out quietly.

Wen Jingrou, who had been paying attention to their movement all the time, suddenly said, "Mr. Zhao, why are you leaving before it's over?"

"I'm feeling unwell, go out to get some air." Zhao Chumian said lightly.

"Breathable?" Wen Jingrou got up and walked towards Mr. Mo, "Mr. Mo, you should ask an expert to appraise the painting you won the bid just now, lest someone fish in troubled waters and use a fake painting to fool people It's..."

Old Man Mo frowned slightly, "Miss Wen, what do you mean by that? Could it be that the painting just now is fake?"

"It's possible... When I just came in, I heard the conversation between Ms. Zhao and Mr. Shen, mentioning Mr. Zhao's fake..." Wen Jingrou looked at Zhao Chumian, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Zhao Chumian, am I right?"

(End of this chapter)