Chapter 22:

It was finally the day when Qifengtai was bidding, and Qiao Yang was in a particularly happy mood because he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
These days, he is doing the work of the planning department cautiously, lest he derail the planning department because he doesn't understand the business.
Regular and tense days, he has no time to compose and write songs.
They can only play piano with Mo Yu or Ye Mei, or come to home to compose and sing together on weekends.
It was the same with Gu Ye, occasionally the two would meet in the underground parking lot and corridor. Gu Ye would ask him to smoke a cigarette, and the two would chat while walking.
He found that Gu Ye is actually very easy to get along with, not talking, but tolerant and generous like a big brother next door.
Qiao Yang is quite willing to be his friend.
But I always felt that Qifengtai was stuck between the two of them, so they couldn't chat happily.
Today, I can finally relieve this burden.
Qiao Yang left the company briskly with Liu Wen
In the company, Li Songran looked at Qiao Yang who was leaving, and provoked an imperceptible sneer.
In an unmanned corner, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a call: "Uncle Guo, Qiao Yang has gone to the auction venue."
His voice was gloomy: "We finally waited. The drama of the 100-year-old Qiao family's decline will begin today."
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Guo calmly and taunted: "You did a good job. I heard that Gu Ye is going to spend 800 million to buy Qifengtai. This young master estimates that he will have to bid a billion before he can stop."
Li Songran smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shone like a venomous cold light: "The company's flowable reserve funds are less than 500 million yuan, so the big hole in Qiao's family has to take out all the private money."
Uncle Guo snorted: "It's up to the Qiao family to raise such an idiot as Qiao Yang, otherwise how could it go so smoothly."
"During this period of time, you have worked hard too. I said that after the auction is over, Qiao Yang's price will also be shared with you. After tens of millions, you have everything."
Li Songran was smiling, but with a grim coldness: "Thank you, Uncle Guo."
The auction venue was arranged in a meeting room in a government building, and Qiao Yang walked to the venue under the leadership of the staff.
After all, it was the bidding of the two major group companies. Several media reporters were crowded outside the venue, waiting for the auction result.
They are all wondering, shouldn't they be surrounded by bodyguards and lawyers for the mighty entry of the two large companies' senior leaders to participate in the bidding for hundreds of millions of projects.
How come the third young master of Qiao's family only brought one assistant, and he played with him easily.
But Gu's was even simpler, and only an assistant who looked like someone came.
Even the photos they took to write news were two or three people walking on the steps of the large and majestic government building.
Depression and loneliness.
The reporters were stunned: Are these two big group companies really going to complete the auction of hundreds of millions of transactions?
Around the venue were leaders of the Land Bureau, notaries, supervisors, and regional managers of Qifengtai. There are also lawyers and witnesses.
The atmosphere is quite solemn.
However, there were only three people in the bidding seats. On the left are Qiao Yang and Liu Wen, and on the right is Geng Hui.
The bidder was a little embarrassed.
With so few people, he doesn't have the mood to shout passionately to mobilize emotions.
He asked doubtfully: "People, are everyone here?"
Qiao Yang nodded, looked at Geng Hui, and asked, "Mr Gu didn't come?"
Geng Hui glanced at Qiao Yang, feeling complicated: "... Mr. Gu is very busy today."
The people around Qifengtai are also wondering, why the person in charge of the two companies doesn't even bring a lawyer.
After all, after the land is sold, a contract for sale and purchase must be signed.
Bring a lawyer?
Geng Hui felt hahaha.
He had been with Gu Ye for so long, and it was the first time he saw Gu Ye surrender so willingly.
He knew that Qiao Yang was approaching President Gu for Qifengtai, thinking that Qiao Yang would try to get the bidding price.
How did you know that this young master directly took away Mr. Gu's heart!
Gu Ye didn't let anyone from the legal department come over, nor called a lawyer, because he didn't want this piece of land.
He also ordered him to bid only once --- the original price.
He wanted to give up this piece of land to Qiao Yang, and he was not willing to let the young master spend a penny more!
Geng Hui looked at Qiao Yang: Qingjun, handsome, casual and easy, showing the extravagance and heritage that a wealthy young master should have.
It is indeed beyond the existence of ordinary people.
No wonder Gu is always tempted by him.
But this little young master still has a little lover like Mo Yu by his side! Last week he saw him shopping for musical instruments with his little lover.
He was afraid that Mr. Gu knew his sadness, so he concealed it.
I sighed silently: I feel really worthless for Mr. Gu!
There are too few people, and the auctioneer is too lazy to show off the atmosphere. He read the precautions and the content of the auction before the opening.
Geng Hui held up his placard: "180 million."
After that, he put the brand on the table and closed his eyes to prepare for the sourness of giving up hundreds of millions of land.
Everyone at the meeting looked at Qiao Yang.
Qiao Yang sat with a smile, motionless.
Liu Wen looked awkwardly at the people around him, lowered his head and began to play dead.
On the way here, Young Master Qiao suddenly said that this piece of land could not be requested, but did not say the specific reason.
He tentatively asked: Did he deliberately give it to Mr. Gu?
Because during this period of time, when Liu Wen took Qiao Yang to and from get off work, he often saw Qiao Yang and Mr. Gu chatting happily.
But Qiao Yang told him: This has nothing to do with Gu Ye, and I will tell you when I pass.
Liu Wen didn't ask too much, anyway, whatever the boss asked him to do, he would just do what he did.
The venue fell into an awkward silence.
The bidder froze for a long time before realizing that the time had come. He looked at Qiao Yang and shouted hesitantly: "One hundred and eighty million once."
Qiao Yang didn't move. Geng Hui, who was already heartbroken, looked at Qiao Yang suspiciously.
Qiao Yang smiled at him.
His eyes are soft and his face is handsome and bright.
Geng Hui: ...woc!
He rubbed the beat of his heartbeat, and did not dare to look at Qiao Yang again.
With just that glance, he seemed to understand why Gu was tempted.
"...180 million twice."
Qiao Yang still didn't open his mouth and raised his placard, smiling lightly to meet the surrounding eyes.
The venue began to become noisy.
Geng Hui waited for a while. The heartbeat that had just calmed down, jumped quickly.
Qiao Yang doesn't know...
No, it's impossible!
He strongly suppressed the thought in his heart, because it was too impossible, even impossible to imagine.
You must know that in order to stabilize his strength in the Qiao family, Qiao Yang now can only rely on this rare forest resource.
All the eyes of the people in the venue were staring at Qiao Yang, and they lowered their heads to discuss. The bidders had to keep on: "Quiet and quiet."
He raised the wooden hammer and looked at Qiao Yang: "180 million, three..."
"No! This doesn't count!!"
Suddenly a thin middle-aged man almost jumped out. He looked at Qiao Yang in surprise and pointed his finger at him: "You, how are you..."
Why not bid? !
Qiao Yang looked over, smiling Dan Feng with a sharp chill in his eyes.
Qiao Yang remembered his looks.
I saw his name tag: Wang Chengling.
The staff maintaining order immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Be quiet, please be quiet, sir."
"No, it's not..."
Wang Chengling realized his gaffe, he asked for an excuse and asked: "Where is this called auction? This...isn't the seller losing money?"
The price is the most appropriate price estimated by the government based on the land price, and the bidding rules are also official regulations with legal effects.
Wang Chengling, as the land manager of Qifengtai, cannot understand the feeling of selling at a higher price.
But such an excuse can no longer stop the auction.
The moment the bidder hit the hammer, a rare forest resource was auctioned off by the Gu Group at the lowest price.
Wang Chengling's entire face was pale.
He leaned back against the wall and stared at Qiao Yang with bloodshot eyes, not knowing whether he was angry or disappointed.
Geng Hui was stupid.
He stared at Qiao Yang blankly: "Young Master Qiao, you...what do you mean by...?"
Qiao Yang took back his gaze from Wang Chengling. He jokingly said, "A surprise for my friend."
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Gu Ye sat in his spacious office alone.
From time to time, he looks at his mobile phone to check the time.
When he was young, people often gave him gifts, but he calmly refused.
Seeing the disappointed and sad expressions of those people, he only found it troublesome.
Now, for the first time, Gu Ye realized the nervous anticipation when giving gifts.
In fact, he did not expect Qiao Yang's surprise.
He just wanted to know if Qiao Yang would have a beam of joy in his eyes after he got the ground, and he would happily say thank you.
Will he no longer be called President Gu, but A Ye, or...Brother?
He was restless.
The few hours when Dad was pushed into the operating room that year was the most stressful moment he experienced.
And now, he seems to be more nervous than then.
Put one hand on the table, sometimes clenched into a fist, and sometimes stretched into a palm, tapping the table with fingertips.
The "buzzing" cell phone ringtone broke the suffocating silence of the office.
The finger tapping on the desktop suddenly stopped. At that moment, Gu Ye couldn't hold his breath.
Two or three seconds later, he picked up the phone, and Geng Hui's name was displayed on the screen.
The tight body relaxed, and the raised heart sank slightly.
He opened the phone, and before speaking, Geng Hui's madly excited voice came over.
"Original price! The original price was sold! 180 million, not much for a penny."
"Young Master Qiao, Young Master Qiao didn't raise a card!"
"He gave us Qifeng Terrace!!!"
"Mr. Gu, congratulations!!!"
"what did you say?"
It took a long time for Gu Ye to understand what Geng Hui meant.
The wind has always been light and the clouds are light, with peach blossom eyes that have become hazy and drunk, at this moment, it is incredibly wide.
The beautiful lips opened and closed a few times, and finally uttered two words, with a soft trill: "... Qiao Yang."