Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Qin Yiren stated her analysis seriously, and looked at Chu Qianqian: "Qianqian, you just need to act like a normal buyer later, and bargain appropriately."

Chu Qianqian pricked up her ears and listened, with the same serious look on her beautiful little face: "Aside from me, will there be other buyers?"

Qin Yiren smiled slightly: "There will definitely be, this cemetery is one of the most luxurious in Jianghai."

Chu Qianqian thought for a while, then nodded half-understanding.

In her opinion, things like cemeteries are only useful when you are about to die.

It just so happened that there would not be too many wealthy families whose family members had passed away in the past few days, and the so-called competitors might only have two or three people.

Yan Xiaye could see what she was thinking, and said helplessly: "Feng Shui says that the descendants of blessings and grandchildren, some juniors want to have good fortune in the future, so they may rebury the deceased elders here... So, as long as we can finally buy Just come down."

Chu Qianqian was dumb for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "In this way, can the cemetery really become an auction site?"

"Yan Jianguo couldn't find a suitable buyer, so he posted the news on a local forum. At that time, there were hundreds of people who inquired about the price. Even if only one tenth of them were serious, there would probably be about ten people."

Speaking of this, Yan Xiaye sighed softly: "If she knows that her husband will treat her like this after she dies, she must be very sad."

This so-called 'she'.

Naturally, it was referring to the deceased buried in that cemetery, Yan Shuirou's mother, Yan Jianguo's wife.

Chu Qianqian raised her face filled with righteous indignation, and said indignantly: "That uncle is really the scum of scum, he even thought of digging up his buried wife and selling the cemetery!"

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice with complicated emotions: "Yes, I think that as long as Yan Shuirou knows the news, she won't ignore it."

"but……"

Chu Qianqian tilted her head, carefully thinking about other possibilities: "If I were Yan Shuirou, and now I changed my face and became a wealthy wife, I don't have to show up in person, and send someone to offer an unbelievably high price, just buy the cemetery. Yet?"

Yan Xiaye smiled and took a sip of tea, and Qin Yiren reminded him amusedly: "Qianqian, our purpose is not really to buy a cemetery."

"Huh? Didn't you just say we're going to buy it?"

"The premise is that if someone really offers an unbelievably high price, you don't have to compete with him."

"and then?"

"Yan Jianguo only accepts cash checks. Xia Ye will find someone to find out the other party's background and source of funds. As long as there is any doubt, they can find out whether Yan Shuirou is Miss Yanrou."

A flash of understanding flashed in Chu Qianqian's eyes, she raised her hand and patted the pocket of her jacket: "So that's it, I'm carrying a checkbook!"

Qin Yiren lowered his voice mysteriously: "Remember, the maximum value cannot exceed 300 million, otherwise it will be abnormal."

"Understood, promise to complete the task!"

Smiling and raising her hand to salute, Chu Qianqian turned around and asked the shopkeeper to bring her breakfast.

The fat and white steamed buns were served in an antique steamer, paired with golden rice porridge, and the three of them had breakfast talking and laughing.

Seeing the time on the phone showing [-]:[-], Yan Xiaye checked out and left, followed Qin Yiren in Chu Qianqian's car and drove towards the cemetery in the suburbs.

Four or ten minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the cemetery.

Yan Xiaye took the phone and flipped through the post that Yan Jianguo had posted on the forum.

The above did not answer anyone's questions, but only said that the auction time was set at 130:[-] am, with a starting price of [-] million, and on-site transactions.

It was exactly nine o'clock now, and there were seven or eight luxury cars parked at the gate of the cemetery, as well as a dozen ordinary cars.

Recently, it was not a time for sweeping graves. The cemetery, which used to be deserted in the past, suddenly had visitors. It is estimated that half of them were Chu Qianqian's bidding opponents.

Although the real giants all have their own family cemeteries, it may be that ordinary people see the business opportunity of reselling the cemetery and want to do business.

Looking outside through the one-way glass, Chu Qianqian fiddled with the sparkling diamond earrings on her ears, feeling excited and nervous about performing a mission: "Guess, will that Yan Shuirou be in these cars?"

Yan Xiaye looked sideways at the cars.

Like the car she was in, all the cars had one-way glass, so it was impossible to see if anyone was in them.

"It's very possible." Qin Yiren looked around cautiously: "Although Yan Shuirou is indeed a green tea, she should have feelings for her mother, even if she knew that Xia Ye was watching her, she would still take a risk, right? "

Yan Xiaye nodded slightly, "Regardless of whether Miss Yanrou is Yan Shuirou or not, the wealthy family she married is very powerful. The private detectives I sent dare not stay in the area where she lives now. It is very dangerous for her to go out without observing her. normal."

"It makes sense, then I have to behave normally, lest she see the clues!"

Chu Qianqian took a deep breath silently, her beautiful eyebrows were a little heavy, she looked like a customer who had encountered misfortune at home and wanted to buy a cemetery.

She opened the car door and stepped out, immediately becoming the most eye-catching scenery nearby, attracting the attention of countless people.

There were men getting out of the car in a hurry, and the gentleman wanted to say hello to her: "Miss, you..."

Chu Qianqian didn't look at anyone, pinching the high-profile and gorgeous handbag with her thin white fingers, she walked towards the cemetery seemingly sadly.

The man ate the door shut, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, he turned his head and told the driver to stay behind, and chased after that graceful shadow without thinking.

in the car behind them.

Qin Yiren and Yan Xiaye looked at each other and smiled, not knowing how to evaluate the man's behavior of striking up a conversation in the cemetery.

Yan Xiaye took out his mobile phone and called someone: "There is nothing abnormal around, just follow our agreement."

"Ok."

The other party said two words cautiously, and quickly hung up the phone.

Qin Yiren asked curiously: "Xia Ye, did you arrange for someone to be in the cemetery?"

"Ah."

Seeing Qin Yiren's curious face, Yan Xiaye explained patiently: "Yan Jianguo posted a post half a month ago, setting the transaction date as today, and then left Jianghai to hide from debts. He just came back two days ago."

Qin Yiren sighed a little: "It seems that he really owes a lot of money."

"That's right, from that day on, the private detective I hired worked as a sweeper in the cemetery for half a month, secretly hiding a surveillance camera in the bouquet, and no young and beautiful woman came to visit Yan's mother's grave for 24 hours. "

Speaking of this, Yan Xiaye pursed her lips with a complicated expression: "I would definitely not tolerate the current situation, who knows what Yan Shuirou thinks."

"She will care, right? Otherwise, I will really be disappointed in human nature."

Qin Yiren leaned on the car window and looked into the cemetery. He could only see people walking in slowly, and continued to say a little nervously, "I hope Qianqian will go well."

at the same time.

Chu Qianqian stood pretty in the black and white cemetery, her pink and purple dress was exquisite and expensive, which was particularly eye-catching.

The man who was chasing after her was startled, and approached him nonchalantly, "Miss, are you also here to buy a cemetery?"

Chu Qianqian looked up at him, and said in a daze, "Yes."

"I understand." The man sighed in a low voice, and said with a serious face: "My grandmother is not in good health recently. The hospital just issued a critical illness notice. The family asked me to come and take a look..."

Really?

This guy is still in the mood to flirt with girls. It seems that his relationship with his grandmother is not very good.

Chu Qianqian sneered in her heart, but on the surface she looked indifferent, her slim appearance looked like a precious and delicate flower.

While speaking, more than a dozen people gathered nearby.

The middle-aged uncle with gold rings on all ten fingers raised his voice, "I said, it's ten past ten now, where is the seller?"

"That is, who has time to stay in such an unlucky place?"

The one who agreed with him was a woman who still had charm, quietly looking at the delicate Chu Qianqian, with an unavoidable look of envy.

"Could it be a prank post? We all fell for it?"

The young man with the briefcase adjusted his glasses and said very depressedly: "If that's the case, I will lose my perfect attendance award for this month."

Seeing everyone's dissatisfaction with each other, Chu Qianqian lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The chaos continued until [-]:[-], when no other bidders showed up.

An uncle with sunglasses walked out of the crowd, wearing a crumpled suit, and nodded to the twenty or so people in front of him: "Okay, I am the owner of this cemetery, you can make a price."

Is he Yan Jianguo?

Chu Qianqian glanced at him in disgust, and according to her previous experience in auctions, she patiently asked others to quote.

"130 five."

"One hundred and fourteen."

"One hundred and five!"

The scene in the first 2 minutes was quite harmonious. The buyers estimated their psychological prices and raised the prices slowly.

Until the tyrant uncle, who seemed very difficult to provoke, spat, "Bah, a cemetery where people have been buried is so expensive? Are you all crazy?"

Everyone looked sideways and saw him continue to say with a sullen face: "One hundred and eight, I bought it, don't grab it from me!"

180 million is obviously not the highest price for this cemetery.

But everyone watched the rich man roll up his arms and sleeves, as if he was looking for someone to fight, and they all fell silent for a moment.

Only Chu Qianqian glanced at him, not afraid of such rubbish social people at all, and said lightly: "200 million."

The silent scene was broken at that time, and someone immediately continued to increase the price: "Two hundred and five."

"Damn, you..."

The local tyrant glared at Chu Qianqian angrily. After seeing her expensive clothes, he realized that the other party was a famous lady who couldn't afford to mess with her, so he turned and left with a dark face.

There were also several buyers who left at the same time as him.

In an instant, there were only seven people left nearby, including Chu Qianqian and the strange man who spoke to her.

Thinking that there might be someone sent by Yan Shuirou, Chu Qianqian observed secretly, and saw that everyone seemed to be the subordinate of a bad woman.