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Chengdu, the auction site of Lianhua Company.

"Five million, one time."

The auctioneer held up the gavel hesitantly, and glanced at the frowning and thinking bosses in the audience, waiting patiently, and was about to let go, when he saw Young Master He from Jiabei Group sitting in the second row, Raised the sign once.

"Five million, one time."

After clearing his throat, the auctioneer glanced at the photos and brief introduction of the South Gate facade being auctioned on the big screen, then turned his head and continued.

"150 million, twice."

He Qing looked at it blankly, the words "Pangu Famous Car Museum" on it hurt his eyes.

He tossed and turned, and made thousands of calculations. He calculated that Ying Yu would return to Beijing, but he didn't calculate that Ying Yu would actually hang up Pangu at the beginning of June.

It wasn't until a few days after the breakup that rumors spread in the industry that Mr. Ying was going to sell Pangu and return to Beijing. How long ago did the auction start? The ownership has been transferred to someone...

This piece of land is so good, who wouldn't want it, the south of Chengdu is developing so well now, there are five gates in total, even if the location is a little bit off, it's still a garage.

The night before Ying and Jiang left, he got drunk and was sent home by Fengtang. When he got up the next morning, after ten o'clock, he heard "Aoao" from the staff who had been helping him check Ying and Jiang's flight on the other end of the phone. call out.

"Young Master He! Oh, if you didn't answer the phone last night and you won't answer it this morning, Mr. Ying will be in Beijing!"

He Qing hugged the quilt, wearing loose pajamas, rubbed her eyes while holding the phone, and said after a while: "What did you say?"

Back to Beijing.

"Qing'er, it's almost over. You're going to spend all the money you sell the car on."

Fengtang persuaded in a low voice, squinting at He Qing.

This person has had a gloomy face ever since he signed in at the gate, issued a number plate, and registered...

The air conditioner in the summer even caught He Qing with a cold, his face was flushed, his lips were dry, and he heard the price increase of 50 to 50 without eyelids twitching.

Lianhua's indoor air conditioner was turned on low, and He Qing was wearing a dark brown suit, with a leather buckle and leather strap LV brooch pinned to his chest. He and Lanzhou were obviously the youngest in the audience, but from this point of view, they were the two of them. Lowest air pressure.

Since the announcement of the auction came out, He Qing called Lianhua directly and paid a lot of deposit. Because he was worried that the bidder was not qualified enough, he simply participated in the auction in the name of Lanzhou. The two sat in the second row , The opportunity to raise the placard is all left to He Qing.

The two of them stepped into the door and nodded to the auctioneer who presided over the auction. The recorder who was in charge of recording and the supervisor who supervised the implementation of the auction were all watching the two young masters.

Isn't this Mr. He from Jiabei Group who plays with cars? What kind of real estate is mixed here?

Just when the two of them thought that this place could be taken down, the bosses from Shanghai who were sitting in the back raised one, and the price of Pangu's place went up by another 50.

The auctioneer was used to this kind of scene, so he said loudly, "200 million, one time."

Feng Tang turned to look at He Qing, before he could speak, the sign in He Qing's hand was grasped again.

"Congratulations!"

Hastily went to hold his wrist, Fengtang's eyes almost burst into flames, and whispered angrily: "You haven't had enough fucking trouble yet! Is this place worth 300 million! You gave the price all Lift it!"

"value."

After saying this, He Qing looked back without showing any weakness, her eyes were bloodshot, she looked like she hadn't rested well, she broke her hands from the restraint of Fengtang, and threw the sign in one fell swoop.

Naturally, the auctioneer didn't understand why Jiabei's Young Master He had been chasing after him, and thought to himself that if the two parties were more serious about this land, the price would have to go up a bit, so he couldn't help being a little excited: "One thousand 250 Ten thousand! One time!"

Feng Tang was stunned, grabbed He Qing's arm, and growled: "Are you out of your mind? We bought this land from someone else, and the extra money you paid won't go into your ex-boyfriend's pocket!"

"Don't be infatuated here!"

Seeing that He Qing lowered his eyes and did not speak, and his ears were red, Feng Tang said again: "Even if you buy it back, he won't come back!"

When He Qing heard this, she closed her eyes suddenly, her chest heaved violently, and the hand holding the sign was trembling...

The group of people from Shanghai seemed to really want to win this piece of land in Chengdu. After whispering among five or six people, they nodded one after another. The middle-aged woman in the lead raised the sign in her hand again, The auctioneer nodded.

"One thousand and one million, one time!"

Many people in the venue began to whisper to each other, their voices were extremely low, looking towards He Qing, waiting for He Qing's action.

He Qing's eyes, staring at the pictures on the screen, were a little dry.

He was stunned for a while, and after the auctioneer called out "twice", he raised the sign in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse after he hadn't spoken for a long time: "I will offer 500 million."

He Qing don't turn your head away.

He blocked the uproar behind him, the disbelief on Feng Tang's face beside him, and the crazily shouting thoughts in his mind...

It's like sitting alone in this huge auction hall.

He lowered his seemingly obedient eyebrows and stared blankly at his hands that once held the moon in the sky.

After the auctioneer shouted "twice" and "three times", the auctioneer dropped the hammer and announced the end of today's auction with a "deal".

After the auction was completed, He Qing's feet felt lighter, and he signed the "Confirmation of Auction Transaction" with the auction company on the spot.

He smiled at the camera, and once again faced the flashlight without any stage fright. The expression between his brows was no longer that of a childish boy, but more stable.

The last time I was chased by the media this way was at the Longquan Mountain Rally.

He Qing looked at the long list of addresses on the confirmation letter, closed her eyes, turned her head to look at Fengtang who was standing under the stage with sad eyes, and smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled.

Pangu Famous Car Museum, No. 0001-0005, Airport Road, South Railway Station West Road, Wuhou District, Chengdu.

The transfer of ownership of the auctioned real estate was put on the day after tomorrow.

When he came out of the auction site that day, Feng Tang covered He Qing to avoid the reporter's long guns and short cannons, followed by a group of bodyguards, escorting them to the fire exit and rushing to the basement.

Feng Tang secretly rejoiced that he had parked here before, otherwise he would have been blocked many times when he came out.

As soon as he got in the car, Fengtang fastened his seat belt, reached out to press the button to light the fire, and while shifting into gear, went to see Congratulations, gave a thumbs up, panicked, and said, "Qing'er, you are awesome."

He Qing laughed, looked out the window, put the window down, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "It's okay."

"Come on, it's a done deal, and it's hard to recover..."

Feng Tang stepped on the accelerator, slowly drove the car out of the parking space, and asked him: "You have got such a big front, what are you going to do?"

He Qing shook the soot and said, "Didn't you also invest in the car wash business in Lanzhou and me? The three of us, let's open a branch, and make some modifications along the way... let's repair a workshop, and I'll pay for it." .”

After saying this, He Qing took out a Maserati car key and put it on the center console of Fengtang.

Feng Tang reached out and threw the key back on He Qing, cursing: "Fool, get out of here, you'll know how to sell the car!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Fengtang's hand turned the steering wheel a little more vigorously: "You're doing a fart modification, what do you know, you, you can wash the car..."

"I want to learn,"

After half a sentence, He Qing turned her head and looked out the window, clutching the trident key tightly in her hand, suddenly took a puff of cigarette, and whispered: "I can learn."

This is the No. 13 day of breaking up.

As soon as he got home at night, He Qing feebly went to his parents' room to say hello, and walked to the bedroom with a glass of milk. The phone was shaking in his pocket, and it kept vibrating.

Before he could read it, he heard his father calling him in the study, and He Qing put the phone on the sofa, knocked on the door and entered He Dingli's room.

He Dingli didn't make tea this time, his upper body sat upright, his thumb knuckles were pressed against the barrel of the pen, he dipped a long pointed brush into ink, and spread out the paper.

The lights in the room were brightly lit, and He Qing just stood there, watching his father turn the pen holder, level the tip, and the slightly gray hair was covered with a warm yellow soft light...

He Dingli's pen tip scraped off some ink on the edge of the inkstone, and after writing a word, he raised his hand to let He Qing sit down.

He Qing didn't move, and said softly: "Dad, let me stand."

He Dingli didn't even look at him: "Sit down."

Neck choked, He Qing said, "No, I'm standing."

He Dingli frowned: "Are you fooling around outside, so that the period of rebellion has been extended?"

Before He Qing could speak, He Dingli took out a piece of A4 paper from the table, which was densely printed with black characters, spread it out on the table, and said, "Qin You will go to the Rolls-Royce dinner tomorrow night for you." .”

He Qing didn't go to see the itinerary arranged by the company for several days. He only knew that there would be an outing tomorrow, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Just as he was about to nod his head, he heard his father say, "In Beijing International Trade Center."

Shocked.

He can't hear the name of that city now, it sounds like someone's throat is being choked, mocking and laughing at the same time, sprinkling all the gunpowder on himself.

Naturally, He Dingli knew that Ying and Jiang had packed up their bags and left, dipped the tip of his pen in ink, turned upward and left slightly against the front, and said: "Don't think about it, stay at home and think about it."

He Qing nodded.

Next, He Dingli discussed with him the company's performance in July, researched a few customers, the purchase tax reduction policy, this year's new energy vehicle trend...

It was the first time for the father and son to talk about work matters so seriously. He Qing just stood there, neither dozing off nor impatient, with a calm expression on his face. He Dingli was taken aback by saying a few words about the analysis of [-]% equity of Honda Motor China Co., Ltd.

He Qing said word by word with a cold face: "The main purpose this time should be to expand production capacity, with our group..."

"stop,"

He Dingli raised his hand to stop his words, and the surprise in his heart inevitably showed on his face, and he said, "When did you start to study automobile stocks?"

He Qing's expression didn't change, her tone of voice was obedient, but what she said could instantly piss off his father.

"Should and will teach."

When He Qing came out of He Dingli's study, seeing his father's pale face, He Qing felt uncomfortable, but couldn't help but contradict him...

He picked up the phone on the sofa and saw five or six missed calls.

He Qing was lying on the sofa like that. The hot milk in his hand was already cold before he finished drinking it. He was still sipping it one mouthful at a time. His bare feet without socks stepped on the wooden floor little by little. On the floor, take the phone and dial back.

As soon as the phone call came through, he almost jumped up from the sofa, isn't this Ying Yuchen!

It's been a long time since He Qing got involved with things related to Ying and Jiang. He Qing just recovered from the auction hall in the morning, and now he was so jammed that he almost wanted to suffocate himself to death on the sofa with a pillow...

Ying Yuchen's familiar Xiaoyuan voice howled in a low voice: "My God, sister-in-law, you finally answered the phone, I thought you ignored me..."

Hearing this sound, it was obvious that it was whispered under the quilt. He Qing looked at the time and guessed that the child should be a cat under the quilt, so he said, "If it's not convenient to talk, send a text message?"

On the other end of the phone, Ying Yuchen yelled "Aww" while holding the phone, and quickly said, "No, no, no, I'll tell you something!"

That night, He Qing insisted on sitting by the bed all night, her mind was full of talking to Chen.

"My brother... I rely on it! Let me tell you, my brother..."

"I'm stupid, you said it, what's wrong with your brother?"

He Qing cursed in a low voice, sat up from the sofa with her eyes wide open, her hand holding the phone was shaking.

"My brother and my dad came out of the closet, and said that he never broke up with you, that he loves you very much, that you are his precious candied fruit, and that you are Beljun..."

He Qing knew that Ying Xiaoer's last two sentences were made up without even listening to the words.

But the "not breaking up" and "love you very much"...

He really didn't know if it was true or not.

He Qing was panting, her eyes brightened, she couldn't suppress the surging tide in her heart, all of a sudden she had mixed feelings, thousands of words were choked in her throat, and she urgently needed a breakthrough.

"Does your brother know what you told me?"

Ying Xiaoer groaned in a muffled voice: "How could he, he has to cut me to death..."

That night, He Qing stood in front of the huge French window in the living room, covered her mouth, and carefully confirmed with Ying Xiaoer over and over again.

It seemed that he was afraid of alarming his parents, and also afraid of alarming Ying and Jiang.

But already, the long-dormant madness in his own heart was disturbed.

Early the next morning, Chengdu was sunny, and the streets were full of people and trees.

It is No. 14 days of breakup.

He Qing admits that he has lived for 20 years, and he has done a lot of crazy and unreasonable things in this short half of his life.

But absolutely no sudden changes have been made in the business of the company.

He started packing at home at seven o'clock in the morning, put on his clothes, and took a taxi to Jiabei Group when he was going to work.

That morning, 10 minutes before the working hours, Jiabei Group's young owner, He Qing, walked into the office of sales director Qin You, and locked him directly in the office.

He put the key on his secretary's desk, clawed at the crack of Qin You's office door, and shouted in a low voice: "Old Qin, I have nothing to do today. I will go to Beijing for you. You can see if the door is broken." It can’t be opened, wait half an hour for my secretary to come over, let her think of a way..."

Qin You was completely dazed, and answered blankly: "Hey, hey, Young Master He, it's obvious..."

He Qing ran to the window, looked at the employees downstairs who had entered the company one after another, turned back and said, "Trust me, it's only half an hour!"

After running out from the Jiabei Group, he held a Rolls-Royce banquet invitation card in his hand, and a gold card, ID card and a mobile phone in his congratulatory pocket. Take a taxi to Shuangliu International Airport.

He bought the air ticket for noon today last night, just waiting for such an excuse...

As soon as He Qing entered the airport, he went to the security check. No one could stop him. Even if his father came to the airport to arrest him, it would be fine. I went to Beijing to do business, why can't I do it.

Until boarding the plane, He Qing felt like she was living in a fantasy state, clutching the ticket tightly in her hand, thinking over and over again, closing and opening her eyes, there is Beijing... …

It is completely different from his previous sense, Beijing far away in the sky.

After getting off the plane and walking onto the corridor bridge, He Qing stared blankly at a new message sent by his mobile phone as if he was stepping on a cloud.

"Welcome to Beijing! Don't forget to tell your family that you are safe, and I wish you a pleasant trip! Beijing Mobile's customer service hotline 10086 will serve you wholeheartedly. From day to night today: sunny, 18-31 degrees."

He put his mobile phone in his pocket and looked at the capital airport. Passengers were in a hurry, with bags and luggage, walking past him, and they were all rushing to where they wanted to go.

He Qing walked out of the Capital Airport step by step, and walked the road that should correspond to the future.