My wife wants to divorce me every day

Chapter 105

Hua Jin glanced at Hua Xianrong without emotion, and said stingingly, "I can't let Mr. Xing misunderstand that the Hua family are all idiots who don't know how to look at people's faces."

"Since my sister is so good at looking at her face, why did you come here?" Hua Xianrong's tone was gloomy when he was stabbed.

Hua Jin sneered, "I want to see how stupid you are."

He clearly saw the displeasure of Xing's father and son, but he didn't stop Hua Liming from continuing the conversation. Didn't he also hope that Hua Liming could successfully get on board with the father and son of the boat king, so that he could benefit from it in the future?
Hua Jin stood behind Hua Liming, watching Hua Xianrong's every move with cold eyes, and really wanted to applaud Hua Xianrong's cold blood.

Hua Xianrong was exposed by someone, and there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, but remembering the occasion, he still whispered bitterly: "Oh, I'll just see how smart my sister is."

Hua Jin smiled, "Don't worry, I've always been smarter than you."

Hua Liming and the others sat very far back. He and Hua Xianrong took their seats first. Hua Liming still had a look of complacency on his face. Hua Liming was proud enough.

I really don't know how he got the invitation to tonight's auction.

Hua Jin was one step behind them, and was about to get to the seat next to Hua Xianrong, when a waiter came out from the shadows, and he stood quietly behind Hua Jin, as if he was just standing here in accordance with the rules of the auction, slightly hanging down. First, serve the guests.

"Miss Hua, the young master has arranged an upstairs room for you. Would you like to sit with him?" The waiter's voice was very soft, and he was not worried that Hua Jin would not hear him.

Hua Jin's expression remained the same, and he also lowered his voice. He could hardly see the opening and closing of his lips. He rejected the other party, "No need, in the public, it just caused people to discuss. Thank you, young master, for me."

"Since that's the case, just call me if Miss Hua needs anything."

It took less than 30 seconds for the two to talk. It seemed that Hua Jin just confirmed his seat, and then naturally sat next to Hua Xianrong.

The waiter was standing three steps away from Hua Jin, making sure he was there whenever he was called.

Hua Jin quickly scanned the surroundings calmly. Even though the people who came were from aristocratic families, they were divided into three, six or nine grades. People with family backgrounds like Ji Zhengze, He An, and Ship King can sit comfortably on the second floor In the private room, there is a young woman wearing a cheongsam standing outside the door of each room. Her appearance, demeanor, and temperament are all unique. Once the owner of the room is interested in the auction item, they will bid for it on her behalf.

Once the auction is completed, they will trade on behalf of them again, and then get the lot back.

They are the mouth and hands and feet of the masters of these rooms.

The nobility of some people must always be set off by others. This is damn privilege.

Out of the corner of Hua Jin's eye, he saw Hua Xianrong's eyes showing envy and longing.

Hua Shan has wanted to be the person in the room all his life, but unfortunately he is not even qualified to be the hands and feet of the person in the room.

Now it seems that Hua Liming and Hua Xianrong can't do it either.

However, it was the first time for Hua Jin to sit in such a back seat, which was actually a bit novel.

But before her novelty was over, she heard Hua Liming say to Hua Xianrong: "Like this painting? Dad will take it for you later."

Hua Jin saw that Hua Xianrong picked up the brochure of tonight's auction and was looking at a picture of a tiger descending a mountain, as if he was very interested.

Tonight's auction items have been compiled into a book, using exquisite thick coated paper, the photos of each item are very clear, and the introduction information is detailed to ensure that guests can quickly understand the source and value of the item.

The picture of the tiger descending the mountain is an ink painting. At first glance, it looks mighty and mighty, but under closer inspection, the brushwork is not strong enough, and it looks a bit green, not like a master's work.

Hua Jin glanced at the signature of the painting, and was really surprised when he saw the name, it turned out to be Xing Qinghui who had just met once.

She rubbed her hand over her auction brochure, suspecting that Hua Xianrong was interested in the owner of the painting.

He is smart, once he gets this painting, he will naturally have contacts with the Ship King and his son, at least for those who appreciate his paintings, fortunately Qinghui will not speak ill of each other.

"I'm just taking a look. I can't make Dad spend money. We just came to see tonight." Hua Xianrong quickly refused, but his eyes still look at the photo from time to time, which shows that he is still thinking about it.

Hua Liming couldn't bear the pitiful look of his son who couldn't ask for it the most. He immediately patted his son on the shoulder and said proudly: "If you don't like it, you won't read it. It's rare that you have something you like. Why are you being polite with Dad, Dad Buy it back for you!"

Hua Jin didn't like it, what do you mean by "it's rare that you have something you like", from childhood to adulthood, as long as Hua Xianrong took a second look at something, Hua Liming never bought it.

Hua Xianrong likes to pretend to be careful and pitiful, as if she and Lu Wangshu abused him, and Hua Liming, who was blind, followed suit.

She is not happy in her heart, and naturally she will not make others happy.

Hua Jin raised his head, and glanced casually at the waiter not far away. The waiter had been paying attention to Hua Jin's movements, and looked at Hua Jin immediately.

I saw Hua Jin turned slightly sideways, flipping through the booklet gracefully, and then, as if inadvertently, stretched out her slender white index finger on the page of Xing Qinghui's picture of the tiger descending the mountain, and tapped it three times.

The waiter understood, and left quietly like a ghost, and came back a few minutes later.

Hua Jin didn't bother to look at Hua Liming's father-son relationship next to him, so he flipped through the brochure boringly, hoping that the boring auction would start and end soon.

But the master kept the time strictly, and the auction didn't officially start until Hua Jin and others were about to fall asleep.

Hua Jin opened his sleepy eyes and saw figures walking around on the second floor until those who stood at the top of the pyramid had arrived.

I really take myself seriously, it's all the finale.

What the host said on the stage, Hua Jin didn't listen carefully. Anyway, it was a set of lines, changing the soup without changing the medicine.

Hua Jin was not interested in the auction. After everyone entered the atmosphere of the auction, she closed her eyes and took a nap under the cover of the glasses.

Until Hua Xianrong persuaded Hua Liming in a low voice, "Dad, don't take pictures, this painting is too expensive."

Hua Jin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he looked up at the stage. The host was introducing, "The starting price of this picture of a tiger descending the mountain is 500 million, and the price will increase by [-] each time."

Hua Jin was very surprised. She didn't know which room on the second floor Xing's father and son were in, but she just raised her head and glanced at the second floor, feeling that Xing Qinghui was a bit shameless.

Hua Liming obviously didn't expect a painting to be so expensive, but he promised his son that he couldn't go back on his word. Once Hua Xianrong persuaded him, he made up his mind and said through gritted teeth, "Buy it, it's rare that you like it!"

He immediately raised the placard, and the auctioneer saw it and said with a smile, "Mr. 52, 510 million."

Hua Xianrong put his heart into his stomach. This painting has no collection value. What is valuable is the connections represented by the painting, but 500 million is already a sky-high price. Some people take risks, Hua Liming just needs to hold up the placard, and the painting is definitely theirs.

It's a pity that Hua Xianrong was not happy for a long time, when he heard an oriole-like voice upstairs saying: "600 million."

Hua Xianrong's eyes widened. He didn't expect that there would be someone with a lot of money in the auction!

(End of this chapter)