After dressing up as the actor’s dog, I became famous in the entertainment industry

Although it was the final auction item, the price seemed a bit "cheap" compared to the previous ones. Perhaps as the auctioneer said, this Ms. Song might really want to find a suitable person for this cheongsam.

But if you really want to find it, why will it be sent to the auction again?

The inconsistency is puzzling.

As soon as the auctioneer called out the price, many people started to increase their bids.

However, those who increased the price were basically women, and there were only a few men who took pictures, perhaps for their wives, daughters or other female relatives at home.

Li Zhao listened to the bidding sounds one after another and came back to his senses, "Bid for me, 80."

Jiang Sheng was a little surprised when he heard this.

Although Zhaozhao has a small amount of savings, he usually spends money very cautiously. Now he wants to bid for a cheongsam?

"I'll take the photo."

Li Zhao heard Shengsheng's words and shook his head, "No need Shengsheng, I want to take pictures of this cheongsam myself."

In the box next door, Shen Yun looked at the cheongsam and asked the waiter to bid without hesitation.

The puppy spirit will definitely look good in this outfit.

Prices have been rising steadily.

When the shout reached 120 million, Li Zhao stopped.

It had exceeded her maximum budget.

Jiang Sheng reached out and held the girl's hand, "Just think of it as my loan to you, 130 million, and continue bidding."

Lu Yinli, who had just gone out to answer a phone call, walked into the box. He watched his friends start bidding again, and glanced at the bidding table. Sure enough, it was for girls again.

You don't have to guess. It's going to be given to his little girlfriend who he hasn't caught up with yet.

Then he sat down and talked with the other two friends.

"I accidentally took a look just now. The person sitting next door is the retired member of the Jiang family. The family came to the auction. I heard that the person in power now is his daughter. Her name is Jiang...Jiang Sheng, yes, that's it. name."

Qi Shaoyu raised his eyebrows, "Jiang Yeting is only 48 years old. He retired so early and asked his daughter to take over the company. Look at our Uncle Shen, who is almost in his fifties and is still working early in the morning and late at night."

Shen Yun heard their conversation and caught the key point.

"Is the Jiang family next door?"

Lu Yinli saw his friend's inquiry and nodded, "Yes, the Jiang family is a family of four."

Wen Chun said in a gentle voice, "That Mr. Jiang seems to have an only daughter. How can he have a family of four?"

Shen Yun thought of Jiang Sheng who she met when she went downstairs with ice cream, and what Yin Li said, she roughly guessed that her little dog spirit also came to the auction.

At this time, the price has increased to 160 million.

The waiter walked up to Shen Yun and asked in a low voice, "Do you still need to increase the price?"

Shen Yun pondered for a moment and then said, "No more."

Without Shen Yun's intervention, Jiang Sheng finally bought the cheongsam for 190 million.

The moment the auctioneer dropped the hammer, Li Zhao's tense heart gradually relaxed.

She even felt a little bit crazy.

He actually wants that cheongsam so eagerly.

Could it be that he was bewitched by that cheongsam?

"It's rare that Xiao Zhao likes something. Just treat it as a gift from Uncle Jiang and me. Don't say whether you can borrow it or not."

Zheng Wanrong said at this time.

Jiang Yeting nodded in agreement.

Li Zhao smiled and refused.

Just as he was about to say something, there was a knock on the box door.

A man in a tuxedo stood at the door.

"May I ask which guest took the photo of this cheongsam? We need a signature before handing over the cheongsam."

The cheongsam was taken for Zhao Zhao, so Zhao Zhao should be allowed to go, but looking at the strange man at the door, Jiang Sheng was worried and stood up, "I took the picture."

In fact, it was indeed the cheongsam she took the photo of.

Li Zhao was a little confused. Didn't the items that were photographed earlier be delivered directly? Why do you have to sign now?

Jiang Sheng was led by the man to the door of a private room on the fourth floor.

The man lowered his head and knocked on the door carefully.

Hearing the voice inside, he opened the door and said, "Please come in."

Jiang Sheng walked into the private room. The furnishings inside were similar to those on the third floor, only more spacious.

I saw a person sitting vaguely on the sofa behind the carved screen. Judging from the figure, she looked like a woman.

"Excuse me, do you want to sign here?"

The person on the other side of the screen heard the sound, straightened his skirt, stood up, and walked out from behind the screen.

Jiang Sheng saw the person walking out wearing half a lace butterfly mask, covering most of his face.

A thin chin and light-colored thin lips were revealed, and the almond-shaped eyes were somewhat dim.

The woman was wearing an ankle-length black cheongsam, her hair was pulled up, and her figure was extremely thin, making her look a little thin.

"Did you take the photo of Fenghua?"

The woman's voice was a little thin and flat, as if there was no emotion at all.

Jiang Sheng looked away and nodded, "It's me."

"The stature is a bit high, maybe it needs to be changed."

Then he took out a measuring stick and prepared to measure her.

Jiang Sheng took a step back, avoiding the woman's measurement.

"Are you the designer of this cheongsam, the founder of Le Vent, Ms. Song?"

Song Qinghe said faintly at the corner of his lips, "It's just a false reputation."

Jiang Sheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect it was really her. Looking at her movements, he explained, "Ms. Song, I am not wearing this cheongsam. It was taken for a very close family member of mine and given to her."

Song Qinghe heard this and said, "Then give me the measurements of your close family member. If there is anything that needs to be changed, I will change it."

Jiang Sheng reported Zhao Zhao's measurements.

Song Qinghe paused and said, "Your family member's measurements are quite suitable for this cheongsam."

Then, a faint smile flashed across his eyes, "Maybe this is God's will."

Jiang Sheng looked at the woman and felt that the woman was strange. She didn't have any vitality that a human should have. She looked like a cold walking corpse.

The eyes under the mask looked familiar, as if they had seen them before.

"Ms. Song, does this cheongsam have a different meaning to you?"

Song Qinghe paused, and a hint of vague sadness flashed in his eyes and then suppressed it.

"Is it meaningful? Maybe there is."

Jiang Sheng noticed that the woman was in a bad mood, so he stopped asking any more questions.

After waiting for the people to leave, Song Qinghe took off the mask on his face. His cheeks were as pale as paper, and there was frost between his eyebrows and eyes.

Not long after, a man in a tuxedo walked into the box.

"Madam, the Zhou family has discovered that you are no longer in the imperial capital."

Song Qinghe sneered, are two of them so afraid of leaving the imperial capital?

The more afraid they are, the more she can find flaws in them.

"Let's go, go back."

Saying that, he put on his mask and walked out of the box.

The man in a tuxedo stood beside the woman, covering most of her body.

When he went down to the third floor, he happened to bump into Li Zhao and others.

Li Zhao held a large wooden box in his hand, which contained the cheongsam taken tonight.

He was talking to Shengsheng with his head tilted, and did not notice the woman passing by him.

Jiang Sheng noticed the woman's leaving figure, "Zhaozhao, the person wearing the black cheongsam is the designer of your cheongsam."

Li Zhao's eyes lit up and he looked up, only to see the woman's thin back.

"Why is this Ms. Song thinner than me?"

It must be that he didn't eat well, Li Zhao thought.