Strong and powerful

Li Yurou gritted her teeth and looked at Jiang Yan. Although Yarun Group was rich, the chairman of Yarun Group had two grandsons and a granddaughter. Li Yurou didn't have as much money as Jiang Yan at her disposal.

Li Yurou took a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in her heart, and looked up at the three works on the list.

"I don't know how Mr. Li felt when he knew his work was bought by you."

Li Yurou said while looking Jiang Yan up and down.

"Mr. Li hates rich people the most. He said that kind of people smell like copper. Grandpa Li has always wanted to see him." Ruan Mengfei said beside him.

Jiang Yan disagreed.

While the three were talking, a handsome young man walked up to Jiang Yan.

"Hello, you are Mr. Jiang, Mr. Li would like to treat you to a cup of tea, do you have time?"

The person who came was Li Lao's assistant.

Li Yurou and Ruan Mengfei froze in place.

"You're right, Mr. Li will treat her to tea." Li Yurou repeated.

The young man smiled amiably: "I have been with Mr. Li for many years, and I will not convey his meaning wrongly, and I can see that Mr. Li appreciates Mr. Jiang very much, and he also hopes Mr. Jiang will show his face."

"Let's go." Jiang Yan readily agreed.

Jiang Yan followed the young man for two steps, then stopped suddenly, and looked back at Ruan Mengfei and Li Yurou.

"He said he hates rich people, maybe you are not rich enough."

Li Yurou's face turned blue with anger.

Jiang Yan followed the young man to the back of the bidding hall. Elder Li had a special lounge, which was elegantly furnished.

Li Qitao was wearing simple clothes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked very kind in his 50s.

"Xiaoyan, right?" Li Qitao greeted Jiang Yan with a smile.

"Yes." Jiang Yan replied lightly.

"I met your mother and admired her work."

Jiang Yan was stunned.

Shen Man passed away when Jiang Yan was very young. Jiang Yan only knew that Shen Man's oil paintings were very good, but she rarely saw her paintings.

After Shen Man's death, Shen Man's works disappeared from the market, and Jiang Yan's home only had one semi-finished work.

"She is very talented," Jiang Yan said.

Jiang Yan vaguely remembered the way Shen Man was painting with paint before, but it had been a long time, and she couldn't remember the specific details.

"I saw your work on the Internet, it's very good, but why haven't you updated it recently?"

Jiang Yan was choked by Li Qitao's words. She never revealed any information about herself on Weibo. I don't know how Li Qitao knew that the one on Weibo was hers.

"How do you know that the one on the Internet is me?"

It may be that Li Qitao himself is kind, or it may be that he just mentioned Shen Man, which made Jiang Yan put down her guard immediately.

"Then why didn't you update it?" Li Qitao continued to ask.

"Ah, I forgot my password."

Li Qitao looked at Jiang Yan with a little surprise, but he really didn't joke with him when he looked at Jiang Yan's expression.

"Oh, I also often forget the password I set." Li Qitao said.

Jiang Yan smiled, and the two chatted about the auction works, and Jiang Yan left.

Jiang Yan left the auction site, and just as she got into the car, Linda from the company called.

"Mr. Jiang, come back quickly. Bella's mother is here. She insists on seeing you because she won't leave our company."

"Okay, I see." Jiang Yan hung up the phone.

"Drive to the company."

Jiang Yan was sitting on the back seat of the car, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. She didn't expect Cao Guizhen's 500 million yuan to be spent so quickly.

When Jiang Yan just arrived at the door of the company, she was stopped by a group of reporters.

Under the guard of the company's security guards, Jiang Yan barely squeezed into the company's gate, leaving all the reporters staring at the company's gate.

As soon as Cao Guizhen saw Jiang Yan coming, she rushed to Jiang Yan and accused Jiang Yan loudly.

"My daughter was killed by you! My poor child died because of you."

Jiang Yan sneered.

"The murderer has been arrested and brought to justice. Now you are accusing me, do you have any evidence?"

"If it wasn't for you, how would those people find my daughter!" Cao Guizhen began to mess around.

"The 500 million pension has already been given to you, what else do you want?"

Cao Guizhen was stopped by the question, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Yan turned her head and whispered to Zhuo Ping beside her.

"Go and check her bank statement for me right now!"

Zhuo Ping got Jiang Yan's order and left quickly.

Cao Guizhen made a fuss again, she grabbed Jiang Yan's arm involuntarily, and dragged her to the gate of the Yuanjiang Group building, where the reporters talking here happened to be within earshot.

"Friends from the press, take good photos. This is the woman who killed my daughter and wants to use money to settle the matter." Cao Guizhen said excitedly.

Those reporters can't miss this big news, after all, the bullying of the second generation of the rich and powerful can most arouse the empathy of ordinary citizens.

Jiang Yan shook her hand, and stood in front of the media generously.

"I gave her 500 million, and I also organized the funeral. Whether it's a friend or an employee, I have done my best."

"Do you think 500 million is worth a living life?"

"You are so rich, why only give 500 million?"

The reporter's camera was aggressive in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan knew that it was useless to say anything to these reporters, they only believed the facts they believed.

The compensation for work-related death is only 100 million, and Jiang Yan is not a murderer.

When Jiang Yan wanted to explain something more, Zhuo Ping brought Cao Guizhen's bank statement and handed it to Jiang Yan.

"Yesterday, there was a bank transfer of 200 million, which was rather suspicious." Zhuo Ping whispered in Jiang Yan's ear.

Jiang Yan nodded, and held Cao Guizhen's bank statement in front of the reporter.

"When I gave you the comfort money before, we clearly agreed that this matter has been resolved, but yesterday you received a transfer of 200 million, and you came to your door today."

"I want to ask, you don't have a stable job, and you don't have rich relatives or friends. Where did the remittance of 200 million come from?"

Cao Guizhen didn't expect Jiang Yan to investigate the bank statement she arrived at, so she was unprepared for a while, and stammered for a long time without saying a word.

"Say, who sent you here?" Jiang Yan asked forcefully.

Cao Guizhen knew that she had exposed her secrets, and she looked embarrassed.

"You tell me now, and I'll give you another 500 million!" Jiang Yan said.

"It's a lady surnamed Jiang, I don't know the exact name." Cao Guizhen said.