Don't follow the rules

Chapter 392 Fa Fa Fa Cruise (ninety-four)
"Sorry, sorry." Xin Cheng hurriedly fumbled for the tissues on the table.

Zhong Ming carried the feather duster behind his back and bowed slightly to him: "What do you think, Mr. Xiao Xin?"

"I don't have any great opinions..." Xin Cheng wiped his mouth in embarrassment.

"I just suddenly thought that if the second brother were here, he would probably say:"

Xin Cheng put his hands on his hips, holding his throat and imitating Ning Yao's tone of voice: "'Why don't you ask the person involved for his opinion?'"

An Han and Yingying looked at each other.

"That's right, I've already said that we can't be Man Yi's master, and the transaction you mentioned is basically for him, so we'd better ask the person involved." Yingying said to Zhongming.

Zhong Ming unconsciously suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth for a moment, but then curved it into a wider arc, as if trying to cover up the emotion that had just flashed past.

"Yes~ I can ask him directly."

She turned around, leaned against the window, gently lifted the retro rotary phone on the small table to her ear, and connected the call without dialing.

Zhong Ming: "Hello~"

Manyi's low and alert voice soon came from the receiver: "Huh?"

"Hello, hello, hello...no!" What caught the onlookers off guard was that Zhong Ming, who had always been generous and flamboyant, actually started slapping the phone after hearing Manyi's voice.

Click
Zhong Ming hung up the phone harshly and buried her head deeply, letting her beautiful long hair hang down to cover her face, making her expression unclear. But without seeing her expression, everyone could see her almost substantial frustration.

beep...

Manyi looked at the phone receiver with a busy tone inexplicably, and then hesitantly handed the phone back to the sailor at the door.

"Who called this?" he asked.

The sailor guarding the gate was like an emotionless robot. He just silently retrieved the phone and then returned to its previous sculpture-like state.

"Bang." Manyi snorted disdainfully, not taking this matter to heart. She turned around and settled back into the cot comfortably.

"Uh... that..." Xin Cheng tentatively opened his mouth to break the awkward silence.

"President Zhong, you seem to be afraid of Dr. Man?"

"That's ridiculous." Zhong Ming had adjusted his expression and raised his head. "Why should I be afraid of him?"

"You are obviously scared to death." Yingying exposed her mercilessly.

An Han suddenly realized the meaning of Zhong Ming's invitation to them upstairs: "So you actually want us to help you relay this deal to Manyi, or to act as your lobbyist?"

Zhong Ming did not deny it, but just stroked his hair at the temples.

Yingying chuckled and approached Zhongming with a smile that was as mean as Ning Yao's: "Why are you afraid of Manyi? Although I am also afraid of Manyi, I feel that we are afraid in different directions. "

Yingying couldn't help but touch her butt quietly: "I'm afraid he will give me an injection."

Zhong Ming took a long breath, stretched out his green onion-like fingers and gently pushed Yingying away, and said coquettishly: "I'm not afraid of him~"

"Don't lie to me." Youying didn't believe her harsh words. "I can see that your trembling just now was almost a conditioned reflex engraved in the body's memory, and the stuttering was also a concrete fear in your heart."

Yingying looked Zhongming up and down: "Is it possible that Manyi used to be Dr. Frankenstein? Have you been abused by him?"

As she said that, she quickly denied her suspicion: "But it doesn't look like it... If you have such thin skin and tender flesh, if you were abused by Manyi, she would definitely sew you up to look like Frankenstein."

"No~"

Zhong Ming pinched Yingying's face in a funny way: "Speaking of which, would you rather suspect that Manyi is a strange doctor than suspect that I had a conversation with him?"

"Impossible." Yingying immediately rejected this option.

Zhong Ming raised an eyebrow with interest, waiting for her explanation.

"I've said it before, your expression is 'fear', not 'shyness'. These two emotions are easy to distinguish." Yingying said seriously. Zhong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly: "As expected of Captain Jiang, you are indeed very keen. I admit that I looked down on you a little before."

"Basic operations, no 6." Yingying waved his hand.

"We can help you relay this deal." An Han suddenly interrupted, Zhong Ming's eyes looking at him across the Ying Ying in front of him.

Zhong Ming: "Then what you want is..."

An Han pushed up his glasses: "We can't guarantee that Manyi will definitely agree to your deal, but Gao Lu can also help you put in some good words, and even get some curve solutions for you."

"But we have to cash in a little 'advance payment' right now, President Zhong, is that okay?"

Zhong Ming didn't weigh it for too long and immediately gave an answer: "Deal."

She lightly tapped her forehead with her slender fingers: "Let me think about it, I guess what you want to know most right now is probably Du Jingxiu's target auction item for this trip, right?"

Zhong Ming snapped his fingers, and the door of the small hall opened in response: "Du Jingxiu is currently in the preview exhibition hall personally appraising his target lot, hurry up and go downstairs and maybe you can catch up~"

The three of them were stunned for a second, not expecting it to unfold so suddenly. They waited until Zhong Ming chuckled before running out of the door belatedly.

Assistant Tang at the door was almost knocked over by Yingying, but fortunately Xin Cheng, who was following closely behind her, helped her up in time.

Assistant Tang: "What's going on?"

Xin Cheng: "There's no time to explain, let's go downstairs first!"

The four of them were in chaos for a while. When they arrived downstairs, Du Jingxiu and Rao Ze were already standing at the entrance and exit of the exhibition hall.

Rao Ze took a sip of milk tea and said, "Looking at the fuss, she really sold our news."

Du Jingxiu threw the milk tea into the trash can at the door: "It's expected."

Rao Ze glanced at the milk tea that he had barely drank a few sips of: "What a waste."

Du Jingxiu wiped his hands: "I won't stop you from picking it up."

"How much do you think Zhong Ming sold our news?" Rao Ze asked.

"I guess we left at the right time. Look at the cute expressions on their faces." Du Jingxiu smiled and waved to Yingying and the others.

"In terms of irritating people, you and Ning Yao are on par." Rao Ze commented.

Du Jingxiu was flattered: "If you praise me a lot, Ning Yao is more irritating."

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"Ahhh!" Yingying stomped his feet angrily, "You're too late!"

Xin Cheng gasped: "Have they completed the appraisal? So quickly? Xiaotang, can you adjust the surveillance in the exhibition hall?"

Assistant Tang was also out of breath: "It depends... what Governor Zhong means... I personally... have limited abilities."

"If Zhong Ming tells us sincerely, he won't bother us with this trip." Although An Han's breath is still stable, he has already knelt down, and a short burst of physical strength is still very difficult for him.

"She wanted to sell both sides, not only to fulfill her promise and pay our 'advance payment', but not to completely break the contract with Du Jingxiu."

"We were too impatient just now. We didn't even think about bargaining with her when she was 'paying the bill.' We just ran down here without thinking. It's equivalent to accepting the advance payment she gave. Now we can only blame ourselves. I don’t have the ability, I just didn’t get it.”

Yingying was shocked: "You mean we could just refuse her to pay the bill like this and choose to ask her a clear answer directly?!"

An Han nodded: "Although if I stayed upstairs and asked her just now, she might not give a clear answer, but it is better than us having to suffer a dumb loss in a hurry."

"Get up! Let me go upstairs and kill her!" Yingying rolled up his sleeves and opened up the group of men staggering behind him.

An Han was pushed to the side by her, lying on the carpet in a panic, but his hands felt wet.

He raised his hand and sniffed: "Is this... milk tea?"