Chapter 38:

Chapter Thirty Eight
The corners of Feng Yu's mouth twitched, and then he showed a sullen smile: "So it was Mrs. Yan that day."
That day?
When?
Pei Lixin and Jiang Yue were even more confused.
But Pei Zhikang slowly picked up something from the number "Seventy Nine"...
The day the clubhouse had an event! she is at?
Gu Xueyi's expression was faint, and she nodded slightly: "Yes."
The expression on Feng Yu's face was even more ironic and cold: "If Yan always knew that Mrs. Yan had been to Feng's site, then he should have..."
"He should be very happy." Gu Xueyi cut off his words: "After all, not everyone can be the master of Feng Zong."
Feng Yu: "..."
The woman in front of her was not afraid of him at all.
It was exactly the same as the 399 that day.
Feng Yu bit the posterior molar hard.
Pei Lixin glanced at Gu Xueyi in surprise. This woman already knew who Feng Yu was, so why was she still stubborn and arrogant?
Does she really think that she is not afraid of anyone in the name of Mrs. Yan?
The host didn't notice the undercurrent surging in the audience. He read the opening remarks to the desk according to the original rhythm.
"The next auction will begin soon..."
There are too many business people around, some have good friends with the Feng family, the Song family, and the Jiang family, and some are vacillating in the middle. So far, there is no team...
No matter what kind, Feng Yu didn't want to lose face in front of others.
Feng Yu pressed the cold color on his face and glanced at Pei Lixin.
Pei Lixin was seen by this one, and her soul flew halfway.
Feng Yu is warning her?
Waiting to see her effectiveness?
Pei Lixin moved her lips and called out silently: "President Feng."
Feng Yu turned his head and no longer looked back.
He had a calm face, no more joy on his face.
But when you think about it, when Mr. Feng doesn't seem to have a lot of smiles, he feels that he is fine.
Gu Xueyi didn't say anything again.
There seemed to be only the host’s impassioned voice around.
"Next, let's show Miss Su Fu's collection first..." the host said, and soon a lady of manners brought up a picture.
"This is a hand-painted by Miss Su Fu. The courtyard in her own home...skilled and beautiful. Miss Su Fu donated it to our charity auction today, hoping to bring warmth to children in poor mountainous areas."
"Its starting price is: one hundred thousand!"
Su Fu... Gu Xueyi vaguely remembered where she had heard this name.
She looked up and saw a young woman stepping onto the stage.
But Pei Zhikang, who was beside him, was already staring at each other, unable to even move his eyes.
Pei Lixin didn't care about Su Fu or Su Fu at all. She lowered her voice and asked Gu Xueyi, "What is the collection prepared by Mrs. Banquet?"
"It's also painting." Gu Xueyi paused, and said: "Her starting bids are all 100,000, so mine can't be lower. You can ask the organizer to change the price..."
Pei Lixin's expression froze.
Xin said that Gu Xueyi had a problem with her brain?
"Madam want to...how much to change?"
"Put a zero behind her and start shooting at one million."
Pei Lixin choked and said tactfully: "...If the price is too high, there may be a cold spot. You will be embarrassed then."
Gu Xueyi sneered: "Do you need to pay attention to the price of charity?" She was cold on her face, showing a high expression: "What kind of charity is this stingy? Hold his little money and live the rest of your life, can't it? She has a face. Come here?"
Pei Lixin's expression stiffened again.
I always felt that Gu Xueyi was scolding herself round and round.
But when I think about it, Gu Xueyi is so arrogant and never knows to constrain... She still knows how to make rounds? She still has to go round and round?
Pei Lixin straightened her face and was ready to persuade again.
Gu Xueyi had already kicked down the chair in front of Feng Yu unhappily, and his high heels kicked up with a "da" sound.
"Hurry up and change it!"
Feng Yu:?
He turned his head and glanced at Gu Xueyi coldly.
She dare to kick his chair?
Pei Lixin: "..."
Gu Xueyi's temper was so terrible that even Feng Yu did the same.
Pei Lixin didn't want to go against Gu Xueyi at this time, so she got up and greeted the person in charge of the auction.
In the bottom of her heart, Pei Lixin couldn't help thinking coldly, and Gu Xueyi would learn the lesson after a while.
Didn't I never remind her...
Think about it, Pei Lixin is still a little looking forward to that picture.
In the end, Su Fu's "My Garden" was sold at a high price of 1.78 million.
She put the auction list into the donation box on the spot, and thunderous applause immediately rang out.
The on-site media quickly broadcast the scene to the Internet.
#苏芙的画# soon became a hot search.
At this time Pei Lixin also came back.
The party in charge of the auction did not embarrass her. After all, there are too many requests like this. If anyone buys it, they will not be in charge.
Then, some calligraphy works, some old objects, some antique collections, some gems... some of them, their starting prices are incredible.
Pei Lixin quietly turned her head and glanced at Gu Xueyi's expression.
She didn't seem to be sensitive to these at all, and she didn't notice anything wrong.
Finally, the host held the hand card for a second, and then continued: "Now let's take out Ms. Gu Xueyi's collection."
"A painting called "The Woman on the Hospital Bed"."
When the host's voice fell, everyone didn't notice the painting at all, and their attention was focused on the three words "Gu Xueyi".
Not only is Gu Xueyi here!
She even participated in the auction!
Is President Feng accurate?
Gu Xueyi stood up slowly at this time: "Rang let."
Feng Yu laughed angrily: "Am I blocking you?"
"Ok."
Feng Yu turned around, kicked Pei Zhikang's chair, and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way."
Pei Zhikang almost rolled off the chair.
His eyes flashed and he felt humiliated in his heart, but he could only stand up and move a little further aside.
Pei Zhikang turned his body, his tone was still gloomy: "Mrs. Yan, please."
Gu Xueyi strode to the stage: "Thank you, Feng Zong."
Jiang Yue looked at Gu Xueyi's back and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Gu Xueyi came to the stage, and the audience was in an uproar.
Even if I knew she was coming just now, but just stood up openly, it was still different.
Don't know that Yan Chao will be angry outside?
Oh no, maybe it's dead...
Gu Xueyi lifted her chin: "You haven't mentioned the auction price yet."
The host swallowed and said: "This painting... the starting price of this painting is... one million."
The scene was quiet for a moment.
one million?
Just this picture?
"Did Mrs. Yan painted it herself?" someone asked aloud.
Gu Xueyi didn't even look at him: "Look for yourself, there is a signature on it."
The man choked, his aura suddenly became shorter, and he looked at the painting carefully.
At the same time, because of this sentence, other people immediately turned their attention to the painting.
The signature on the painting is Dongye.
A name that has no literary atmosphere and has never heard of it.
In modern times, they only know what Fan Zeng, Cui Ruzhuo, Zhang Qiyi...what is this?
"The design of this painting is ingenious, and the strokes are shocking... the people who photographed it can still hear the story behind this painting. One million is low." Gu Xueyi said lightly: "Do you want to do charity? You have to donate money. For those who need money, we must also consider it."
What do you mean?
Afraid they can't afford it?
After speaking, Gu Xueyi returned the microphone to the host.
Feng Yu looked at her fixedly.
The figure of the woman gradually overlapped with the 399 in the club... the same arrogant and high-profile.
He is like the same kind of person.
Gu Xueyi walked back to her position and turned to Pei Lixin directly: "You are the first to bid."
Pei Lixin was angry at this arrogant tone, but her anger was really not worth mentioning.
Gu Xueyi said coldly, "Does Pei always want to embarrass me?"
That's what Pei Lixin thought.
But once this idea was poked by Gu Xueyi, she couldn't do that.
Pei Lixin endured her anger and smiled and said, "How could it be?"
The host on the stage opened his mouth and said: "Okay, let's start bidding now...one million starts! One more price for every one hundred thousand!"
Everyone is a little bit ready to move.
They really wanted to show Gu Xueyi whether they could afford the money.
A mere million?
Can they not afford this charity?
It's just that they all have to look at Feng Yu's face.
If you bid at this time, what will happen to Feng?
Pei Lixin saw that no one was bidding around.
She couldn't help mocking Gu Xueyi from the bottom of her heart, but she felt angry again. After all, she is the first one to take advantage of her bid now!
"One hundred and one hundred thousand!" Pei Lixin held up a sign.
Her voice broke the silence.
The people around couldn't help whispering.
Gu Xueyi turned her head and glanced at Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue chuckled at her, holding a sign: "Two million!"
There was an uproar off the court.
As soon as Pei Lixin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Gu Xueyi said again: "Raise again."
Pei Lixin: "What?"
"Furthermore, two million is too low, and I don't want to sell it to Mr. Jiang." Gu Xueyi glanced at Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue smiled: "I really want to buy this picture of Mrs. Yan."
Gu Xueyi snorted and urged Pei Lixin: "Hurry up. I want to sell it at a high price."
Pei Lixin almost vomited blood.
Gu Xueyi is really greedy!
Does she want to sell a high price for this little-known painting?
Thinking of Jiang Yue's words just now.
Just have Jiang Yue to go to the bottom...
Pei Lixin raised the card again: "Two hundred and one hundred thousand."
Jiang Yue laughed, and mocked: "The person invited by Mrs. Banquet doesn't seem to be good. Even the price increase can only increase by 100,000..."
Jiang Yue raised his placard again: "Three million!"
There was another uproar off the court.
Pei Lixin was extremely angry.
Didn't Jiang Yue want it?
Okay, let him be a fool if he wants to be taken advantage of!
It's just a card anyway!
Who wouldn't dare to bid?
Pei Lixin raised the placard again: "Four million!"
The host's face changed slightly.
Jiang Yue glanced at Pei Lixin with contempt: "Five million!"
Seeing that the price has risen so high, other people can't sit still.
Is this painting really unique?
The wife who was feasted was actually a little unique. Now even Jiang Yue has played his cards!
Looking at Mr. Feng, there is nothing else to say...
No one wanted to make a joke about "mistaking pearls as fish eyes", so gradually others joined in.
"Five and five million!"
"Six million!"
Pei Lixin stared at this scene dumbfounded, calling out from the bottom of her heart, crazy, these people are crazy!
Just such a painting, what is it worth?
Is Gu Xueyi really going to achieve her wish and sold it at a high price?
At the same moment, Jiang Yue raised his placard again: "Seven million!"
Gu Xueyi looked at Jiang Yue coldly: "Does Mr. Jiang have so much money?"
Jiang Yue smiled: "Yeah, Jiang is not talented. There are not many other things, but a lot of money. I still want this painting of my wife today."
Anger appeared on Gu Xueyi's face.
She turned to look at Pei Lixin: "Plus!"
Pei Lixin couldn't help but say: "Madam, is the price not good now?"
Gu Xueyi said coldly: "Don't Jiang Yue have a lot of money? Then sell it to him at ten million."
Pei Lixin took a deep breath.
You can really think about it.
Jiang Yue heard the voice vaguely, and he smiled and said, "Mrs. Yan, don't be angry, what you just said, do charity. How can Jiang be stingy?"
Pei Lixin was sandwiched between the two, a little bit inhuman.
But thinking of Feng Yu's warning eyes just now.
Whether you can win Gu Xueyi depends on today! Anyway, she was just asking for a price... Jiang Er was not short of money. Maybe the higher the price, the more in line with the identity of the Jiang family.
Pei Lixin held up a card: "Nine million nine hundred thousand!"
The venue suddenly became quiet.
The others looked at Pei Lixin suspiciously, is that Baoxin’s President Pei? She has been bidding just now? Oh, yes, isn’t it just the news recently?
She wanted to please Gu Xueyi!
Then let it to President Pei.
Even if Baoxin turned around to be the dog of the banquet family, Feng always hadn't expressed his opinion yet. Some time ago, President Baoxin Pei was the celebrity next to President Feng...
Everyone closed their voices tacitly, and cast a "I understand, let you first" look at Pei Lixin.
Pei Lixin:?
The host wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt a little irritating today.
He cleared his throat and said, "Nine million nine hundred thousand one time...Is anyone still bidding?"
Pei Lixin hurriedly went to see Jiang Yue: "Does President Jiang not raise his placard?"
Jiang Yue sighed: "Mrs. Yan refused to sell it to me, what can I do."
"Doesn't President Jiang have to buy it?"
"Giving up when it is time to give up is the wise choice."
"..."
Pei Lixin scolded three thousand harmony words in her heart.
"Nine million nine hundred thousand twice..."
Pei Lixin was a little panicked.
"Madam, look at this..."
Gu Xueyi smiled slightly: "The price is good, I'm very satisfied."
"Nine million nine hundred thousand three times! The sale! This painting belongs to Baoxin's President Pei!"
Pei Lixin choked blood in her throat.
She wanted to watch Gu Xueyi's jokes, but she didn't expect to see her own jokes last.
Soon a lady of manners came to Pei Lixin holding the auction list and asked her to fill it out.
Pei Lixin resisted the urge to vomit blood and signed her name little by little.
Just...just as the last big bleeding.
And if Gu Xueyi was willing to donate on the spot, she might be able to get the money back.
Pei Lixin thought.
The host asked: "Mrs. Banquet, don't you donate on the spot?"
Gu Xueyi raised her eyebrows: "The Yanshi has its own charity fund. What do I donate to you?"
Pei Lixin's eyes were dark.
Gu Xueyi's phone vibrated.
She looked down.
A new text message.
Jiang Yue: [Why does Mrs. Yan thank me this time? 】
at the same time.
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