Novel: Every time before a hammer is finalized, the president happens to hold up a card, and she frowns: You want to target me?

Fu Yu and Qin Jiangyuan invariably looked in the direction of Nan Song, looking at her cold face, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten.

Is she angry?

Nan Song is indeed a little angry, but she has been used to disguise over the years, mood and anger are rarely in shape, and now few people can really provoke her, angry for the childish actions of a few naïve men, there is no need.

Because the Colombian emerald jewel necklace has brought the atmosphere of the auction to a climax, many people are already not much interested when the enamel bowl comes up.

Of course, it also has to be ignorant.

Knowledgeable collectors, such as Nan Song, have long waited for the small bowl to come up, but the more good things are, the more they must be silent.

The auctioneer shouted "one million".

Nan Song did not raise a card, still belonging to Gu Heng, and raised the next card, "One hundred and eleven million." ”

Many people present were still in a trance shocked by Gu Heng's "two thousand and eleven thousand", not knowing whether this person was pretending to be forced, but knowing that he was really rich.

They certainly can't fight for financial resources, so as soon as they look at Gu Heng and raise the card, those who were still a little interested in it automatically put down the sign.

Nan Song wanted this effect, seeing that the one hundred and eleven million shouted to the second time, it would be possible to hammer the tone immediately, but things would always have accidents.

"One and a half million."

She tilted her head and looked at it silently with the afterglow, and saw Yu Jinwen who was calm and idly holding up the sign.

Nan Song frowned.

Is this guy addicted to raising cards tonight?

I had never seen him so much in the limelight before.

Gu Heng held it up again, "One hundred and thirty thousand." ”

Yu Jinwen also cited, "One hundred and four hundred thousand." ”

Gu Heng glanced at Nan Song, and Nan Song closed his eyes at him, and Gu Heng raised it again, "One and a half million." ”

Yu Jinwen wanted to raise it again, and Fu Yu stopped him for a moment, "I said, you didn't see that it was Nan Song's person?" ”

"I see it." Yu Jinwen asked, "So?" ”

Fu Yu was surprised, "Since you see it, what else are you fighting with him?" ”

Yu Jinwen said lightly, "I didn't fight." These four little bowls, I like too. ”

Fu Yu: "..."

Before he didn't know what a stupid straight man of steel looked like, now he knew.

"One and a half million once, one and a half million twice... Okay, this gentleman bid one and a half million. ”

Bai Luyu glanced in the direction of Yu Jinwen and said to Nan Song, "He made up his mind to get into a fight with you." Didn't he know that Gu Heng was your man? ”

"He knows." Nan Song gritted his teeth.

She wanted to take back those words just now, what is easy not to get angry, now she is very, very angry!

Nan Song didn't need to take care of The Balance, and directly raised the card in his hand, "Two million! ”

Isn't it a lever? Then screw to the end.

Yu Jinwen did as she wished, and raised the sign again, "Two million and one hundred thousand." ”

Fu Yu couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and said to Yu Jinwen, "I now know why Nansong wants to divorce you, a husband like you, if you don't get divorced, sooner or later you will have to be angry with you." ”

Yu Jinwen was not moved, he did not think that his divorce from Nan Song had anything to do with his wanting to photograph these four small bowls of enamel color, and he mentioned the divorce he had mentioned, not Nan Song.

The auction has become the home of Nan Song and Yu Jinwen, the two people have completely leveraged, you and I hold up the sign at once, each time do not shout more, more than 100,000 more than the other party, into the heart to grind each other's patience, test the other side's bottom line.

The other people present watched the two people, one in the south and one in the north, fighting like students, listening to the auctioneer's mouth constantly quoting prices, and they were all trapped.

Is this going to shout to a hundred million rhythms?

The auctioneer also shouted dry mouth, until he shouted "five million", and Nan Song stopped.

Bai Luyu said, "What, I can't shout?" I'll help you. ”

He comforted Nan Song, "It's okay, no matter how much this little bowl shouts, the little brother will sign a bill for you." On the bai family's territory, can I still let outsiders bully you? ”

Bai Qiqi was just about to raise his sign, Nan Song stopped him, she shook her head, "It's worth this money, and it's not interesting to shout up again." ”

In the end, these four small bowls of enamel color were successfully photographed by Yu Jinwen for "five million".

At this point in the auction, the donation has reached nearly 30 million, far exceeding expectations, and the happiest thing is the organizer "Zero Hour" magazine, tomorrow's hot search can already be booked.

"Let's go."

Nan Song left the venue with his assistant, and Bai Luyu was left by Bai Yiting to deal with the lot and money, and did not go with Nan Song.

Gu Heng came a little late, the car stopped at the outermost edge, asked Nan Song to wait a little while on the side of the road, he went to drive the car over.

The evening breeze was a little cool, Nan Song hugged his arm, his shoulder suddenly sank, he turned his head, and he had a bright smile on Fu Yu, "Cold? I'm more gentlemanly, borrow you to wear it for a while. ”

Nan Song raised his hand and was just about to take it off, but the clothes on his body were ripped open.

Yu Jinwen threw the trench coat into Fu Yu's arms, then took off his suit jacket and draped it on Nan Song's body, saying, "He drank wine, and his clothes stink very much." Wear mine. ”

"Thank you. need not. Near the ink is black, and your incense is not where to go. ”

Nan Song shook his shoulders and returned his coat to the same way.

As soon as he tilted his head, he saw the four small bowls held in his hand by He Zhao, and Nan Song's eyes darkened in the night, and his red lips were slightly sniffed.

Yu Jinwen said frankly, "I'm sorry, I like these four small bowls." ”

Nan Song hung up a business smile, "Congratulations. ”

"Do you like it?" Fu Yu couldn't help it, and helped from the side, "If Miss Nan really likes it, Lao Yu can also give it to you, right?" ”

Yu Jinwen looked at him strangely, "When did I say such a thing?" ”

Pig teammates who can't move, he's also drunk.

Nan Song smiled slightly, "You don't have to." A gentleman does not take the love of others. What I like will fight for, and since I have given up, it means that fate is not enough, and there is nothing to regret. ”

Gu Heng drove the car over, got out of the car and opened the car door for Nan Song, who said lightly: "Goodbye, two." ”

After another pause, she glanced at Yu Jinwen, "Oh, I just said it wrong." I hope to meet Mr. Yu for the last time, and you are not welcome in Nancheng. ”

Nan Song got into the car, and the car flew away.

Yu Jinwen pondered the last words that Nan Song said, and frowned, "Is she angry?" ”

"I wiped it, did you see it?"

Fu Yudu wanted to kneel for him and sighed deeply, "As long as you are like this, I can't pity you for beating a bare stick all my life. You continue to keep it, and if you try harder, Nan Song will be completely dead to you. Come on! ”