Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Seeing another person buying a quilt from the dead, Song Paner's nerves suddenly became excited. It had only been less than an hour, right? There are two sellers. Did she ask for a lower price before?

Maybe you can be a little bolder?

Thinking that he already had a guarantee of 15 million anyway, Song Pan'er opened his mouth and tentatively quoted a price: "66 million."

This is really what she said smoothly, six or six times.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't respond to the offer, only remained silent for a while, and then agreed. "Okay, you decide the transaction location."

Song Pan'er swallowed, her throat a little dry.

"Wait a moment! Because, I have already agreed to a buyer before, and I need to call the other party to communicate."

Song Pan'er thought that she had to follow the rules. It was okay for the higher bidder to get it, but she had to ask the owner of the auction house just now if he wanted it at that price. If you want it, you have to give priority to the auction house owner.

Wu Haibo's heart tightened when he heard Song Pan'er's words.

The price he has given is already very high, and he cannot give more money. But what this girl said was obviously a step too late, letting that guy Hou Dongjun take the lead. I definitely can't compete with my opponent's rich and powerful style.

"Miss Song, where are you employed?" Wu Haibo changed the subject.

"Vagrant." Song Pan'er grinned.

She didn't want to reveal her identity. When she registered her personal information at the auction house, she deliberately wrote down only her last name. At this time, there was no real-name system for mobile phone numbers, so her identity was kept secret.

"What's the parent's unit?" Wu Haibo didn't give up and wanted to find a breakthrough.

Song Pan'er: "No father, no mother."

Wu Haibo: "..."

He felt like he had no idea what to do when facing his daughter. The people born in the 1980s and 1990s really don't play according to common sense.

"Okay, please wait a moment! I will reply to you later." Seeing that the other party had nothing to say, Song Pan'er concluded her remarks simply and neatly.

"Hey, Miss Song..."

'Dudu...'

Before Wu Haibo could come up with a countermeasure, Song Paner hung up the phone. When he called again, he was informed that the other party was on the phone.

He hasn't experienced this feeling of frustration for a long time. Whenever the other party gives him a way to talk, he can find some connections and use them to his advantage.

In this society, there are many things that can replace money. What a newborn calf that doesn’t know how to count!

Wu Haibo drank tea here and Song Pan'er called back the auction house.

This time it was a man who answered the phone.

"Hello, hello, someone just called me using this landline number and said they wanted to buy a Qianlong Kesi Dharani quilt."

Song Pan'er sat cross-legged on the sofa, covering her pounding heart and pretending to be calm. You can’t blame her for not being calm, it’s over 60 million! Everyone must be excited.

The owner of the auction house answered the phone. The secretary had called from the landline on his desk just now. Now that the secretary was out, he had to answer the phone.

"Uh, it's our boss who wants to buy it. Have you found a good place for the transaction?" The owner of the auction house also wanted to pretend that this is a small business and the boss won't show up. It's enough to just send his employees to handle it. appearance.

He picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea leisurely, "Little girl, if you miss this village, there won't be this shop. If your thing is on stage, it will not be sold. Do you know why? It is unlucky!"

Song Pan'er was very aware of his twists and turns, but she didn't bother to argue with him about these two words, so she directly enlarged her moves and hit him with a clear sky thunder. "That's right, I have other buyers who want to buy it, and they bid 70 million. Are you still considering bidding?"

Her heart was beating really fast and she couldn't hold it back anymore. Song Pan'er drank some water and suppressed it.

"Whoops..."

The owner of the auction house spilled the tea in his hand and panicked, "No, Miss Song, you don't care about credibility! Didn't you agree to trade tomorrow?"

Song Pan'er's heart was beating wildly, but she calmed down a little, and her brows were slightly furrowed. This person really didn't know how to appreciate someone.

"Your requirements for my moral standards are a bit high. You didn't give me a deposit, and you didn't sign a contract with me. The verbal agreement and the law allow for changes. Why can't I be trustworthy?"

"Since you have no intention of buying it, forget it." After saying this, Song Pan'er wanted to hang up the phone.

How can the owner of the auction house do this? He quickly apologized carefully: "Wait a minute, Miss Song, I made a mistake at the moment. So, don't hang up the phone yet. I'll ask our boss, how about I get back to you right away?"

The auction house owner can't decide this matter himself, he has to ask the real buyer. But he knew how much that person cared about this treasure, so he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly took out his cell phone and called.

Song Pan'er vaguely heard a few words of 'yes' and 'yes' from the person on the other end, and then her phone was picked up again, "Okay, my boss agrees to the price. When will the transaction take place?"

No, this situation is very wrong. The price was raised so smoothly. Song Paner calmed down quickly. What was the situation like these two families were bound to win? Could this be a competition among acquaintances to raise prices?

"Hello? Miss Song, are you still listening?" Seeing that Song Pan'er didn't speak for a long time, the owner of the auction house was a little anxious.

Song Pan'er held her phone a little further away, letting herself get out of the way and think of ways to maximize the seller's interests from the perspective of a bystander.

Bidding is the only way. Let the two families fight face to face and reap the benefits. But in face-to-face bidding, you have to show up, which is a bit dangerous. Otherwise, call me! Making phone calls can reduce the risk of exposure. Song Paner's mind was running wildly.

"Miss Song? Are you still listening?" It was rare that the owner of the auction house even used the honorific.

Having made up her mind, Song Pan'er brought the phone closer and said in a calm tone: "In this way, at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you ask your boss to call this phone number, and you will bid with another buyer at the same time. The one with the highest bid will win. If it is late, If there is no call, it is regarded as giving up, that’s it, goodbye!” He hung up the phone neatly.

With the same words, she edited a text message and sent it to Wu Haibo. Then I took the computer and went to sit in the small garden at the back to calm down.

Being too excited is not conducive to health, and she needs to be quiet now.

It's said to be a garden, but actually when you look around, it's all bunches of small vegetable seedlings. I don't know where she got the seeds from. There's even Granny Ding. There are a few old bushes that are already blooming, with a few bright yellow flowers here and there. The little flower is quite pretty. Is it pastoral? Song Paner comforted herself.

She also has leisure time to enjoy flowers and cultivate herself. Two rising political figures in two compounds in the capital city were tormented by her. This day passed with great anxiety and worries about gains and losses.

Level one monster, the owner of the auction house was also scolded for being incompetent and unfit for reuse. Then the female secretary became the auction house owner's target, and was blamed for not leaving Song Paner's name, home address, and information about her eighteenth generation ancestors.

Facing the boss's angry rebuke, the female secretary cried and the delicate makeup on her face was stained. She was wronged! There is no requirement that when registering for an auction, you need to leave all your identity information!

Just such a small thing, flapping the wings of a butterfly, brought the real-name telephone number system several years ahead of schedule.