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On the eighth floor, the center of the exhibition hall.

On a high platform of about five square meters, there are two works, one front and the other reverse, and the lights are shining.

Outside the exhibition hall, Wei Yuqing patted her friend's hand, and looked at the crowd in front of her with a smile, full of complacency.

Eighty percent of the people who participated in the Celadon Fair are here.

"Taking up everyone's time, as the host of this banquet, I am deeply sorry!" Wei Yuqing stepped out and stood in the center of the crowd.

"Everyone, just treat this accident as a small episode in your ordinary life. By the way, you can also witness an unusual and exciting competition. After the auction, I will personally thank you all. Now, let the judges go to watch the painting! "

She raised her eyebrows, and the waiter who was standing quietly at the entrance of the exhibition hall obediently opened the door.

The crowd lingering outside the hall slowly dissipated into the exhibition hall.

If it was eight years ago, no one would cooperate with Wei Yuqing's performance, but at the celadon meeting eight years later, no one who was accidentally arranged raised any objections, because [-]% of the participants in the celadon meeting were praying Those who boarded the big ships of the four big families in Shanghai would not refuse Wei Yuqing's words.

And the remaining [-]% ​​of the real wealthy families didn't show up at all.

Except for Jiang Suihan!
Because this incident was originally caused by him, at this moment, he was standing outside the hall with Mian Mian and Yuan Yuan, looking at Mo Du who was holding his hands nervously, and the muscles under his eyes couldn't help trembling due to excitement.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Mo Du shook his head suddenly, and after a while, he nodded hesitantly, his brows were full of tangles.

"I...I am very confident in my works, but Zhao Ziquan's works...I, I..."

"How about you?" Jiang Suihan frowned, his eyes gradually filled with pressure.

In fact, Jiang Suihan looked down upon Mo Du's character. If he didn't like Mianmian, he wouldn't even have the slightest sympathy for him.

There is no doubt that Mordo is a good man.

But he was too timid, and he was still defeated when he had a chance to fight back, which only proved that he was not smart enough.

In six years, even under Zhao Ziquan's suppression, Jiang Suihan could still find a hundred ways to fight back. However, Mo Du kept backing down again and again until things turned into the saddest look. He didn't even doubt that if today Modu did not meet Mianmian, and there is only one ending waiting for Modu...death.

Perhaps it was because the chill in Jiang Suihan's eyes was too obvious, Mo Du's heart shrank tightly, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and swallowed.

"He's copying my discarded work!"

Hearing this, Jiang Suihan suddenly sneered, and murmured: "Plagiarism, the work you discarded? Zhao Ziquan is really... ill and rushed to the doctor!"

Mo Du was puzzled, looked at Jiang Suihan with some suspicion, and asked, "Jiang, Mr. Jiang, what do you mean?"

Jiang Suihan shook his head and said, "I can help you restore all your honors, and I will find the best doctor to save your wife, but you must promise me two things."

"What's the matter?" Modu's eyes widened in astonishment.

Under the eyes, there are unbelievable expectations and temptations.

"First, become Mianmian's teacher, teaching Mianmian to learn painting, but mainly for Mianmian's happiness!"

"it is good!"

"Secondly, after this matter is completed, don't accept any honor, I will send you there... After half a year of experience, you can become a teacher if you can hold on, the guest of the Jiang family, if you can't hold on, I will I will sever ties with you!"

"Ah...Mr. Jiang, I...what experience..."

"You need to tell me whether you agree or not!"

"Promise, I promise!"

Modu's expression froze, and he answered hastily.

The Jiang family is the savior of him and his wife, so even if Jiang Suihan asked him to die, he would agree.

I have to say that although Modu is a bit stupid, he is stubborn and terrifying in some places.

Seeing this, Jiang Suihan slightly curled the corners of his lips, his cold eyebrows and eyes swept diagonally across Zhao Ziquan, who was not in the right mind, but wanted to put on a tough and cold attitude, put his finger on his ear, and said coolly: " Lin Sheng, the eighth floor!"

After a while, Lin Sheng hurriedly came out of the elevator carrying a combination box.

"Boss Jiang!"

"got it?"

Hearing this, Lin Sheng patted the box pole and raised the tails of his eyes triumphantly: "Of course!"

"Mr. Jiang, what did you do? Who is this?" Mo Du had a strong intuition in his heart.

Perhaps the things that could make him break free from the dark quagmire were all in the small black box in front of him, his heart was pounding, and the redness that had dissipated accumulated little by little in his eye sockets.

Jiang Suihan didn't answer, but said, "What do you want Zhao Ziquan to end up with?"

His brows were dark, and when he looked at Mo Du quietly, his face was serious, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

Modu only felt that his breathing was stagnant, and the next moment, he knew that his training might have begun!

Thinking of this, he tried his best to restrain his excitement, and looked at Zhao Ziquan expressionlessly. After a long, long time, he slowly turned his head and said seriously: "I want him to be ruined and cast aside forever. Can live in the shadows, there is no room for resistance!"

He wanted Zhao Ziquan to experience his pain and let him live in pain and delusion for the rest of his life.

He, hate him!

"Mr. Jiang, this is the truest thought in my heart. If you think I'm not a good person..."

"Okay, I promise you!"

Jiang Suihan interrupted Mo Du's confession blankly.

Then, just wait quietly.

About ten minutes later, the voting crowd slowly walked out of the exhibition hall. At this moment, it was exactly seven o'clock.

The time when the auction officially starts.

Wei Yuqing also smiled and asked the waiter to lead the party participants directly into the auction site on the ninth floor.

However, she didn't seem to announce the answer at all, but just ordered the waiter to hang the two paintings on the walls on both sides behind the main podium, and then started the auction process.

Sitting in the auction venue, Jiang Mianmian frowned as she watched Wei Yuqing's operation, and sneaked into the ear of the vassal Yuan: "Yuanyuan, why do I think she has no good intentions?"

"You're right!" Vassal Yuan said.

"Ah?" She just guessed casually, and didn't want to hear a definite answer.

Why does a hypocritical villain like to jump so much?
"Yuanyuan, do you know something? She really..."

"When everyone was voting, Zhao Ziquan went to Wei Yuqing's lounge and came out 10 minutes later." The vassal Yuan Bo said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Mianmian puffed her mouth unhappily, and said worriedly: "Then he is going to stand up? The teacher won't be framed again, right? Is the bad woman trying to manipulate the vote secretly? No, I have to find a way to stop it." !"

"No need!" Vassal Yuan raised his eyebrows and said suddenly.

Seeing the vassal Yuan's calm appearance, Jiang Mianmian grabbed the handrail impatiently, pouted and said, "Why not? I finally found a teacher for myself. It's not easy!"

"Don't worry Mianmian, you don't believe in bad women, you should also trust big brother, he won't let anything happen to Mo Du!" The vassal Yuan lowered his voice reassuringly, and he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Suihan, "After all, Mo Du is what Mian Mian values. Teacher, isn't it?"