King of soft rice

Chapter 890 - Enmity against each other

"Mr. Song, why did you spend [-] million directly to buy these two famous paintings?"

"Mr. Song, you must be a lover of calligraphy and painting, right?"

"Mr. Song, will you feel pressure to bid directly with Mr. Qi?"

"Mr. Song, the fact that you invested [-] million yuan to buy a famous painting is really shocking. I wonder if you have time, let's do an exclusive interview?"

"Mr. Song, it is said that you are a wealthy businessman in Yangcheng. I don't know what kind of business you are in?"

"Mr. Song, what is your relationship with the Xiangjiang Song family?"

"Mr. Song, just say a few words!"

Song Hui felt a headache when he saw this group of reporters.If it was in normal times, he would be willing to brag to these reporters and advertise his company by the way.

But not now!He didn't have [-] million yuan, and it was because of Song Yiran's instruction that he took these two paintings.Now that the auction is over, the bill will be settled immediately, but he doesn't have [-] million in his hand!

Now he has to go upstairs to find Song Yiran immediately, get the [-] million first, and then settle the bill at the auction before he can get the things.

But now a group of reporters surrounded him, even if he wanted to leave, it was hard to get away!And the people who took pictures over there are all paying and checking out.He didn't go to check out here, he slapped his ass and left first, what's going on here!

Seeing this, Song Hui was also in a dilemma, grinned dryly, and said, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, I want to go to the bathroom first, can you..."

After Song Hui finished speaking, many reporters also smiled knowingly.

After all, people have three urgencies!This auction has been going on for so long, and people are all sitting here. Could it be something special?

Everyone restrained themselves, and immediately made way for Song Hui to go to the bathroom.

Song Hui went in for a while, then thought of sneaking out.But when I got to the bathroom door, I heard someone talking outside.

"When will he come out!"

"Isn't that just going in!"

"Zhao Qianqian is about to leave over there, if you don't go there, you won't be able to pick it!"

"If you want to interview you, go there, and no one is stopping you!"

"Bah, that's a good idea. Zhao Qianqian doesn't have any hot spots right now, and there's no news when I go there. I'll stay here for a while."

"Hey, this guy in there is really ruthless too! Buying two paintings for [-] million, is either really rich, or really..."

"Hush, keep your voice down, people are still inside."

Song Hui was actually inside the door, and when he heard this, he started to scold his mother in his heart.

Bah, I have money, but I don't have [-] million!

These bastards are all free, why are they blocking the door of the toilet, how can I go out and ask Song Shao for money!

Isn't that just taking two pictures?As for?is it necessary?What is this all about!
Song Hui cursed in his heart, thought for a while, and called Song Yiran again.

On Song Yiran's side, the previous one had just been sent away, and when he watched the webcast again, the live broadcast had already ended.

Song Yiran immediately turned off the computer, and couldn't help but said, "I don't know what's going on at the auction? Did Song Hui help me capture Bei Guochun?"

While Song Yiran was talking, Song Hui called.

After answering the phone, I heard Song Hui say: "Young Master Song, Bei Guochun has already been photographed."

Song Yiran smiled smugly, and then said: "Okay, you did a good job, come here now!"

Song Hui said, "Young Master Song, I can't get out now!"

Song Yiran was slightly taken aback, "What's the matter? Nothing happened, right?"

Song Hui smiled bitterly, "A group of reporters blocked me in the bathroom, and I can't leave now. Can someone send the check to you, or I will give you an account number, and you can call me the money first? "

Song Yiran frowned and said, "It's really troublesome, okay, I'll have someone send you a check, and bring the painting along the way. Tell me, how much did you spend?"

Song Hui said quickly: "Then please trouble Song Shao."

Song Yiran said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about how much money, you must be indispensable!"

Song Hui smiled comfortably and said, "Not much, a total of [-] million was spent. Baizitu [-] million, Beiguochun [-] million!"

After Song Hui finished speaking, the phone fell silent.

Song Hui frowned suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "Young Master Song, are you listening?"

Song Yiran was also confused at the moment, and then asked with a smile: "Song Hui, are you kidding me? Six hundred million? Four hundred million in Beiguochun?"

Song Hui heard that Song Yiran's tone was wrong, and couldn't help feeling a little scared, "Song Shao, I'm not joking, it's really [-] million. Baizitu used [-] million, and Beiguochun used [-] million!"

As soon as Song Hui finished speaking, Song Yiran roared, "Do you think I'm stupid? Four hundred million, are you crazy? Lin Haixue is only two hundred million, and you spent four hundred million in Beiguochun. One hundred million, are you an idiot!"

When Song Hui heard this, his brain short-circuited instantly.

After a long while, Song Hui said: "Song Shao, you didn't say it, if you can't do it, you have to do it, you have to take it down!"

When Song Yiran heard this, he was even more confused, "I said hell! When did I say that! Let me tell you, don't try to trick me. Four hundred million Beiguochun, I don't want it!"

Song Hui quickly said: "Song Shao, you can't do this! Four hundred million! Where do you want me to get it? I don't have so much money!"

Song Yiran snorted coldly, "Now you know that it's more than [-] million yuan. Why didn't you want to shout too much when you f*cked up the price. Let me tell you, it's impossible for me to give you [-] million yuan. You can find a way to do it yourself. But Baizitu has to be sent to me, so I'll send someone to send the check. Bei Guochun, you can handle it yourself!"

When Song Hui heard this, he immediately panicked, "Young Master Song, you can't do this! The webcast started just now, and so many people watched it. Now it's full of reporters outside. If you don't give me money, I will lose face Get out, you are driving me to death!"

Song Yiran said, "Now I know I regret it. Why didn't you use your brains when you f---ed the auction? Now you've got a sky-high price of [-] million, and you let me fill in the holes for you!"

Song Hui said in a crying voice: "Song Shao, I was wrong, I was wrong, please help me, I really can't fill this hole! Anyway, we are also distant relatives, you can't look at it that way Let me die."

Song Yiran said bluntly: "What does it matter to me whether you die or not?"

When Song Hui heard this, he also felt ruthless in his heart, "Song Shao, if you force me to die, then don't blame me for dragging you into the water. When the Chinese New Year comes, I will die right in front of your house!"

Song Yiran was taken aback for a moment, "How dare you! Hmph, you're just a waste, you dare to threaten me!"

Song Hui said directly and sharply: "If you want me to die, I will die with you in my arms!"

When Song Yiran heard this, he was also silent for a while. After a while, he said: "I will give you up to [-] million, and you can figure out the rest. But you must bring the painting back to me!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone .

Song Hui looked at the phone in astonishment, "[-] million, only give me [-] million, what about the remaining [-] million? Do you want me to fill it with my life?"

Just when Song Hui fell into despair, a voice suddenly said, "Maybe I can help you!"

(End of this chapter)