Chapter 352: Goodbye Bai Fan

"Brother, do we go or not? It's a word! It's not a thing to be so bored."
Several young masters from the eight major families in Beijing, who still cares about the party at this time, are sitting in the front row, bowing their heads, muttering, where they still care about their identity.
"Well, it's him? I didn't expect you to come, and finally let me find you." Similarly, in the other corner, a man in white shook a wine glass in his hand and kept looking at Feng's direction. Brow frowned and murmured to himself.
"Sister Yu Ting, Sister Fang, look at it, is that the one sitting there is Mr. Feng?"
The three sisters naturally followed the spotlight of the party toward Feng Chen. Yu Jia's voice was a little excited, and she shook Zeng Yuting's arm lightly.
When people around Yujia heard Yu Jia's words, they looked at each other with suspicion. Yu Jia felt these inquiring gazes and knew that she was a bit forgotten. She stuck her tongue out and lowered her head like a child who made a mistake.
"Sure enough, it was him. I did not read it wrong." Zeng Yuting's eyes also had an excited look.
"It really is Mr. Feng. What is the origin of that Mr. Feng? He can even be accompanied by President Li of the Charity Foundation?"
Sister Fang took a deep look at Zeng Yuting next to her, and then looked at Feng Chen's location, secretly guessing.
"First of all, thank you very much for being able to attend this charity evening in your busy schedule. On behalf of the Beijing Charity Foundation and those poor children who need to donate, I thank you all. You are all caring people."
Li Bingbing cleared his throat and glanced at the party scene, saying: "This charity evening will be the same as before. All the funds raised during this charity evening will be used to help poor families in poor areas."
"Pap!" After Li Bingbing's voice dropped, the audience applauded.
"Yuting, Yu Jia, go, we used to say hello to Mr. Feng." Sister Fang stood up, sorted out her dress, and said to Zeng Yuting.
Just when the three men Zeng Yuting stood up and planned to walk towards Feng Chen, the white man in the other corner also stood up, holding red wine in his hand, and walked towards Feng Chen.
"Friend, is anyone here?" The man in white walked to Feng Chen, holding the wine, smiling at Feng Chen and asking.
"Is that you?" Feng Chen heard the sound, looked up at him, and said, "Isn't this the girl from the Bai family at the Jinzhou auction?" How could it be her?
This man in white was Bai Fan.
In the eyes of everyone, Bai Fan is a handsome and extraordinary man, but in the eyes of Feng Chen, not to mention Feng Chen was still a six-story builder at the base period. In order to ascend to the golden consummation period, let alone a glimpse of the gods, the identity of the woman is at a glance.
"Someone." Feng Chen was too lazy to take care of this person, thinking of the last time Bai Fan put on a show and asked her housekeeper to invite herself to meet and talk in detail. Naturally, there was no good face for her to think of.
"Hehe, presumably this position is the position of President Li on the stage. I will sit for a little while and never disturb my friends for too much time. I will leave."
Bai Fan is not strange at all, although she is a little angry, but she covers it up very well, and there is no trace of discomfort on her face.
"There are so many places over there that you do n’t sit. You have to sit with me. You are doing something right!"
Feng Chen raised his finger and pointed at the empty space next to him, and swiped.
"You ... you ..." Bai Fan was stunned by Feng Chen, and his heart was extremely upset. He sat down and sat beside Feng Chen.
"Well, Mr. Feng, you are so good!" Sister Fang came over with sister Zeng Yuting, looked at Bai Fan next to her, and greeted Feng Chen warmly.
"Mr. Feng, hello!" The two sisters Zeng Yuting greeted Feng Chen with a smile.
"It turned out to be you, yeah, it's a coincidence." Feng Chen turned out to be the three daughters of Fengyue Club yesterday.
Sister Fang is a kind of self-familiar character. She sits beside Feng Chen generously. In her opinion, Feng Chen's status is definitely not ordinary. Even if she sits here now, she can attract some. People's eyes, there must be people from media companies or film and television companies to find themselves.
Just as a few people were chatting, the voices of the two presenters on the stage sounded at the party: "For this charity evening, I specially brought a piece of calligraphy by my teacher as a lot for this evening. It's my contribution to the children in poor areas. "
After speaking, the host beckoned towards the lower part of the stage. Immediately, two staff members walked to the center of the stage screen with a calligraphy and painting, and unfolded the calligraphy and painting one by one.
"It's really good, yeah, it's really good. The style of painting is slick and willful, and the skill is deep and rare."
Some of the stars sitting under the stage sighed at the calligraphy and paintings of the host, because they know that the host's teacher is a very famous painting and calligraphy, it is said that the highest painting was auctioned To two million.
At this time, the host said aloud: "Below, we started the formal auction. This is one of my teachers' most proud works. The auction price of this work is priced at 100,000 yuan, and the price increase is at least 5,000 each time. Now the auction starts. . "
"Eleven thousand." The host's voice dropped, and someone immediately raised a sign.
"One hundred twenty thousand."
"Fifteen thousand." As the auction went on, people continued to show their cards.
At this time, a wealthy businessman with a big belly and a long abdomen suddenly raised a sign, "400,000."
As the wealthy businessman raised his sign, others were silent.
Although everyone is not very proficient in art, but they have talents that ordinary people can't reach. Everyone knows very well that even if the host teacher's painting is very good, if it is really about market value, 400,000 is indeed the sky. As for other price increases, it is basically to be able to get in touch with the host, and some of them also exist to tie up the moderator's relationship.
Finally, the paintings and calligraphy in the host ’s hand were sold at a price of 400,000. At this price, the host ’s face also showed a satisfied smile. The market for paintings and calligraphy was only over 200,000. Even at charity auctions, it was generally not the most. Over 300,000, this price can be auctioned this time, in fact, to a large extent, because I said that this is one of the teacher's most proud works, the effect of these words.