Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 517 Paramount Ball (38)

Han Xiaoxiao stared at the second box. After opening three boxes in a row, the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax.

The goods in each box are worth the price. Although it is nothing in the eyes of many masters, everyone has a gambler hidden in their hearts. Everyone has a herd mentality, and the emcee is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere. At the time of six boxes, the bidding amount has reached more than [-] yuan.

Han Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her attention to the woman at the first table in the front row.This person turned his back to her, and spent the whole night talking quietly with the people around him. He neither drank nor ate anything, and was as quiet as a table decoration.

But the moment the sixth box was pushed up, Xiaoxiao found her back stiffened suddenly.

It was a very common thing, but the reason why Han Xiaoxiao paid attention to her was that the woman raised her cards frequently, and she raised the price all the way up to 3 yuan.

Competing with her was a middle-aged man in black sunglasses in the last three rows. Every time the woman finished raising her cards, he would raise her height. When the master of ceremonies frantically reported 5000 yuan, the woman stopped raising her cards this time.

The woman turned sideways and whispered a few words to the man beside her. The wealthy man who was covered in gold and had the same hobbies as Han Daya smiled coldly and glanced at the bidder behind him.

Han Xiaoxiao stared at half of the woman's face in surprise, and then looked at Ma Xiaoman who was sleeping on the table like a dead pig. The two were surprisingly similar, but the other had a more elegant temperament and a better appearance.

"Third Uncle, who is that woman in front?"

Su Wen rolled his eyelids to look at it, but he was not interested, "An old Hong Kong woman who pretends to be tender."

Han Xiaoxiao was very surprised by his reaction, why couldn't he understand the words of praise for women in the playboy's mouth?
"Is there a festival between you?"

"Bah, she's just a bustard, she thinks she's a jade girl." Su Wen cursed angrily, his eyes full of disdain.

Han Xiaoxiao studied for a long time, but did not recognize which Hong Kong star the other party was.

During the unpacking session, the woman poked her head out slightly, staring at the movement on the stage, and when the master of ceremonies took out a scroll from inside, she nervously patted her chest with her hands.

Han Xiaoxiao stared at her every move with great interest. When Zhao Jixiang and the bidder fully opened the scroll, the woman suddenly froze for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief. After dipping her forehead with a handkerchief, she took a sip of red wine, as if nothing had happened Talking and laughing softly with the big money beside him.

A painting is not a famous calligraphy and painting. Han Xiaoxiao searched her memory, but she couldn't find out the name of this painter in her previous life.

It's a bit of a loss to buy a painting by an unknown artist for 5000 yuan.However, the master of ceremonies then took out another cowhide envelope with dust from the box, which made Han Xiaoxiao a little dazed.

She has two in her hand, one is the family letter from Ding Yanlin's ancestors, and the other is the land deed of Ding's family. She thinks it has something to do with Ding Yanlin.

"Third Uncle, do you recognize this man?"

Su Wen glanced at Zhang Qingdong who was smiling fakely on the stage, "I know you, what do you think?"

Su Wen squinted at her with wretched eyes, "Do you like this kind of old man?"

"Third Uncle, I find you very annoying. Can you be a little bit upright? I'm serious."

Han Xiaoxiao was unhappy, and she couldn't make it too obvious, otherwise people with a discerning eye could immediately see that they were not the relationship between the boss and the contracted young models at all.

"Zhang Qingdong, an upstart who just came out in the past few years, is a waste of steel."

"I want to buy the envelope in his hand, please help me make a line."

(End of this chapter)