Chapter 217: Autobiography

Chapter 217 The Autobiography of the Stock God
Ignoring Duan Yixuan's expression of loss, Li Qiao casually let go of her, turned and walked towards her Mercedes-Benz.
Duan Yixuan stabilized her figure, stood by the wall of the studio in a daze, thinking with fear, where would she get one million for Li Qiao?
Even if her family is in a good family situation, it is not enough to splurge.
At this time, Li Qiao sat in the cab and started the engine, she lowered the window, leaned her arms on the window and glanced at Duan Yixuan, "Cousin, this is the last time."
In the past, she didn't care much about Duan Yixuan, because her pet tricks were harmless.
But this time, she tried to use netizens to put pressure on the Nanyang Police Station, which affected her godfather, and Li Qiao had to give her a small punishment and a big punishment.
Duan Yixuan stuck in place in a daze, full of one million, and did not hear what Li Qiao said.
She regretted it, but it was too late.
...
After leaving the celebrity studio, Li Qiao did not return to the laboratory, but came to the Yashuyuan apartment alone.
As the sun faded and the dusk fell, she sat in front of the window covered with sunlight, tapping her fingers gently on her knees.
After a while, the phone rang, Li Qiao looked down, and answered the question without rushing, "How?"
A calm and respectful middle-aged male voice came from the earpiece, "Miss, I have checked the list of recent auctions. There is no suitable ancient ink and rice paper for the time being. There are mostly imitations, and there is not much room for value-added."
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao frowned slightly, she could only temporarily shelve the idea of ​​searching for the finest ancient ink and rice paper for her grandfather, and asked casually: "What about other auctions?"
The other party pondered for a few seconds before he said,
Most of the recent auctions are art jewelry, and the young lady may not be interested. But... there is a book of "The Autobiography of the Stock God" that has attracted a lot of attention, which is a bit strange."
Autobiography of the stock god?
Li Qiao was inexplicably interested when she heard the words "Stock God". She squinted her eyes, "How do you tell?"
"That's it, miss. About a few months ago, this "Autobiography of the Stock God" began to circulate in various auction venues.
It is strange because it has been sold at three different auctions one after another, and the reason is said to be the starting price is too high.
You also know that unsold lots must either be re-evaluated or the reserve price will be reduced as appropriate.
However, this autobiography was actually included in the top list of Venus after being sold, and the price rose instead of falling. The starting price was directly raised from the previous 30 million to 50 million.
Many people are now asking who the autobiography is. "
After listening to the explanation from the other party, Li Qiao's eyes flickered with playfulness.
As Venus is the top ten top auctions, the lot that can be included in it must be hard to find.
It is indeed bizarre that an autobiography that has not been sold on the market three times has been included in the list by Venus.
Li Qiao lowered her eyes thoughtfully, thought for a long time, and asked, "Is there any auction introduction for that autobiography?"
"Yes, just four words, the autobiography of the stock god..." The middle-aged man answered with a smile.
Li Qiao stared, "Nothing?"
The man was afraid that Li Qiao would not believe it, and solemnly explained: "Miss, there really is nothing, autobiography, age, life, origin, source... these due introductions are all blank.
Three pass-bys are actually normal. The bidders in this auction are all human beings. Who do you think would pay a high price for an autobiography of unknown origin? "
Li Qiao looked at the last rays of glow in the sky, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, full of interest, "When will the autobiography be shot on Venus?"
Immediately, there was the sound of turning pages of paper in the earpiece. A few seconds later, the other party replied: "Next Friday, there will be a Renaissance art auction in the Venus Hall. "The Autobiography of the Stock God" will also be officially shot on that day.
"Well, give me an invitation letter." Li Qiao said quietly and hung up.
She was a little curious.
The autobiography of the stock is not related to the female stock in Charles' mouth.
Li Qiao sat quietly for a few more minutes, then left the apartment and went to the Nanyang Police Station.
...
In the director's office, Fei Zhihong is still working overtime.
When Li Qiao entered the door, he smiled and closed the file in his hand, "Qiao Qiao, you still do things well."
Compared to the sense of urgency on the phone before, Fei Zhihong at this time looked like an old god, with Erlang's legs tilted, and his posture was also very comfortable.
Li Qiao walked to the sofa and took a seat, supporting her forehead with one hand, "Sorry godfather, I caused you trouble."
Fei Zhihong smiled and got up and took a cup of warm water, came to her slowly, and curled his lips indifferently, "You just said something to your godfather. It didn’t happen at all. Now the news on the Internet has been removed. Just avoid it. If things get fermented, then it's no big deal."
He spoke easily, but Li Qiao knew that it was not so easy.
She took the water cup and thanked him, and looked at Fei Zhihong who was sitting next to her, "What do you want to do with the godfather? Although the video was removed, it is related to the reputation of the Nanyang Police Station. If nothing is done, it will inevitably make people feel police. The agency is suspected of covering up."
Li Qiao's analysis hit the nail on the head, Fei Zhihong smiled slightly, and raised his eyebrows: "You are right. In fact, I also discussed with the task force just now. This matter must be explained to the public.
So I thought about issuing a police report to disclose some details, so as not to let people criticize the police station, then I, the director, would be too negligent. "
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao took a slobber, looked at the opposite wall with a cold look, and said silently, "In the copy of the police report, the godfather had better let someone add another warning."
Fei Zhihong was puzzled: "What kind of warning?"
"Thank you for the supervision of the reporting netizens, but the police station has a strict process for handling important cases. The Internet is not the place to judge the case. Please stay sensible, and don't incite public sentiment by partial belief."
Li Qiao uttered a paragraph with a clear tone, and Fei Zhihong's eyes were even more confused, "What do you do with this sentence? Will it make people feel that the police station is evading responsibility?"
"No." Li Qiao said indifferently, holding the paper cup with her fingers slightly harder. "She posted a video to incite netizens to advance. If the police station never mentions it, it makes people feel that they are forced to call the police.
Only by adding this sentence can the public understand that this case belongs to the category of serious cases and cannot be made public casually. "
Upon hearing this, Fei Zhihong suddenly realized, squinted his thigh, and urged Li Qiao: "Send this sentence to my godfather on WeChat, and I will let someone make a police report overnight tonight."
Li Qiao answered, took out her mobile phone and knocked down the sentence completely.
Just after pressing the send button, Fei Zhihong, who was still a little excited, flashed his eyes thoughtfully, and gradually calmed down, "Qiao Qiao, if you say this sentence, will it cause a large number of netizens? Attack this reporter?"
Incite netizens to target the public security organs, causing the police station to have to announce the details of serious and important cases.
Netizens are all eye-catching, and as long as they have a little brain, they can figure out the stakes.
(End of this chapter)