Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 656
"The restaurant has prepared meager drinks and snacks, please enjoy them." He pointed to the left side of the auditorium, where the long tables were filled with all kinds of delicate snacks and expensive drinks: "We can't accompany you, I want to Chat with my grandchildren, everyone, I can't accompany you anymore, you take it easy."

"Master Nie, go slowly." The reporters all stood up respectfully and sent off all the outstanding members of the Nie family.

Nie Zhenlong, who was beaming with joy, was supported by Ye Ziye to leave, and the others followed him back to Nie's mansion.

The press conference came to a successful conclusion.

[—Ye Xiwei's original *** Tencent first release —].
Nie's mansion.

Ye Ziye took off his suit jacket, and inside was a white shirt with ruffled edges.

She walked along the hall and looked at the furnishings in the house. It was magnificent, resplendent, priceless, hanging paintings and antique vases, high-end and expensive furniture furnishings, a spotless environment, and an air with a faint floral fragrance. An illusion of becoming noble and elegant.

Well, it really is the rich owner.

She rubbed her chin and weighed the famous painting in front of her, whether it was calculated in millions or tens of millions.

At some point, Nie Jiajun stood by her side, rubbing his chin and considering: "Your expression tells me that you are thinking about this painting."

She was looking at famous paintings, but he was looking at her.

Ye Ziye turned sideways and looked at him: "I don't think about it, so could it be about you?"

"Let me tell you, this painting is not expensive." Nie Jiajun lowered his head and looked around, and found that everyone was busy worshiping their ancestors, so he whispered in her ear: "There is an authentic Picasso in the study over there." , it is the most expensive painting in the house."

She widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows: "Really? How much is it worth?"

"One hundred million." He quickly added: "The price five years ago must be more than that now."

"Wow." Numerous 0s flashed across her eyes, followed by a word.

1 million yuan, what is that concept?

Nie Jiajun discussed with her: "If you smuggle it out, how about I sell it for you? We will split the bill seven to three, you seven and me three."

Ye Ziye looked at Nie Jiajun in disbelief, and looked him over from head to toe, he didn't look like he was joking.

(End of this chapter)