My wife wants to divorce me every day

Chapter 106

Hua Liming was obviously stunned, not understanding what the people upstairs wanted this painting for.

Not to mention that Hua Liming and Hua Xianrong didn't understand it, even the other people present didn't understand it either. Everyone exchanged puzzled looks and couldn't understand what this operation was.

Does the person upstairs still need a painting to make friends with Xing Qinghui?
Although Hua Liming couldn't figure it out, 600 million was not an unacceptable price. Hua Liming gritted his teeth and raised his sign again.

"610."

For this picture of a tiger descending the mountain, 600 million is already a very high price, and it is really expensive to use 600 million to build a relationship with the ship king.

Hua Xianrong's face was ugly, and he knew this.

"700."

Before the auctioneer could speak, the price on the second floor continued to increase.

Hua Liming only dared to add 90 to [-], and every time the upstairs added [-], it was bound to be made up for the picture of the tiger going down the mountain. It was simply telling everyone that he and Hua Liming could not get along.

The old god Hua Jin was admiring Hua Xianrong's resentful face, and listened to the whispered guesses of the people around him, who was the person on the second floor who had been raising the price all the time.

In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, the rooms on the second floor today are not fixed and have no nameplates. Whoever arrives first can choose the one he likes, so basically no one knows who is asking for the price.

"Forget it, Dad, it's just a painting, we don't want it anymore." Hua Xianrong thought about it for a long time, and finally he could only give up unwillingly. He persuaded Hua Liming, "I don't know who is upstairs, and it is obviously against us. Don’t offend people rashly.”

700 million is too much, even if Hua Liming wants to take it, Hua Shancong will give him a good look when he goes back, not to mention that he can't afford to offend anyone upstairs, since the person upstairs wants it, he can do whatever he wants. Can't fight.

However, he promised his son swearingly before, but turned around but failed to do so. Hua Liming felt that he was ashamed as a father.

Fortunately, Hua Xianrong was sensible and handed Hua Liming a ladder to get down.

Hua Liming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his son's back, and comforted him: "We don't want this anymore, don't be sad, if you really like it, Dad will find you something similar in the future."

"No, and I don't really like it, Dad, don't forget to take it to heart." Hua Xianrong forced a smile, which made Hua Liming feel even more distressed.

Hua Jin watched the emotional scene directed and acted by the two of them throughout the whole process. Seeing their performance, even he was moved to tears, and the corners of his lips were curled up mockingly.

Hua Xianrong didn't get what he wanted tonight. Seeing Hua Jin sitting next to him calmly, he suddenly said, "Sister, do you have anything you like? I can ask Dad to sell it to you."

"Xianrong, what does your sister like? She's a girl and doesn't understand anything. She just came here to watch casually." As long as Hua Jin was offered to spend money, Hua Liming would definitely be unhappy.

Hua Jin saw through Hua Xianrong's disgusting tricks, so she didn't get angry, she just smiled meaningfully and said, "No need, the things I like are not in the lot, but I've already seen them, so I'm very happy."

On the second floor, Xing Yi looked at his angry son and asked strangely: "Since you don't want your own paintings, why did you buy them back at a high price, just because you don't want Hua Liming to have a relationship with our family?"

Xing Qinghui gritted his teeth and sneered, and said with a little disdain: "I don't like Hua Liming, even if he bought my painting, he couldn't touch the door of our house. What are they? Do I see it differently?"

I don't know what Hua Liming said is wrong, but Xing Qinghui's attitude towards him is simply disgusting.

Xing Yi was even more surprised, "Since this is the case, if you let him take the painting away, why are you fighting with him?"

He wasn't reluctant to part with the little money, but Xing Qinghui wasn't happy about the 700 million spent, but Xing Yi still cared a little bit.

Xing Qinghui took a sip of the tea on the table, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's not convenient for a certain bastard to come forward, so I have to take a picture of him, saying that Hua Liming will get it, and some people will be upset. Yes, if I didn't like Hua Liming, I wouldn't listen to him!"

Knowing that it was Xing Qinghui's friend's idea, Xing Yi stopped asking, and instead said: "Hua Liming and Hua Xianrong are not very good, but that Huajin is pretty good, very measured."

"Unfortunately, it's a woman, I can't help myself." Xing Qinghui didn't care much.

The auction ended smoothly. It was originally a charity event, and they didn't care how much money was spent, but everyone would look at Hua Liming more or less, wondering who had a bad relationship with the person on the second floor.

No one was willing to talk to Hua Liming in the first place, and now everyone stayed far away from him. When everyone arrived at the banquet hall of the dinner, Hua Liming's surroundings seemed to be vacuumed up, forming a circle, and no one approached them .

Hua Liming was arrogant and arrogant, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, Hua Xianrong was thick-skinned, as long as he could establish a little friendship with the aristocratic families present, he wouldn't be embarrassed if he was left out.

Hua Jin walked behind the two of them, as if admiring a self-righteous farce.

Hua Xianrong's psychological quality was obviously much better than Hua Jin expected, and when he saw Xing Qinghui, Hua Xianrong went up to him as if nothing had happened.

"Master Xing, I really like your picture of the tiger descending the mountain. It's a pity that I couldn't collect it." Hua Xianrong sincerely sighed, "I don't know if I will have the opportunity to appreciate your masterpiece in the future."

"I guess you have no chance." Xing Qinghui's attitude was indifferent, "I only drew one picture, and I don't plan to draw any more in the future."

The implication is that Hua Xianrong will not have the chance to have a close friendship with him.

Hua Xianrong thought he didn't understand, and asked with a smile: "Master Xing, why doesn't he want to paint? I think Master Xing is very talented."

"Is it worth wasting energy to just play with things?" Xing Qinghui glanced at him impatiently.

Hua Jin didn't join in the excitement of the crowd, she stood quietly in the corner, holding a glass of champagne, standing in front of the buffet table, seriously thinking about which food to eat first when it was cold.

However, the waiter who used to serve Hua Jin in the auction hall was standing not far behind him, with his lips slightly opened and closed, talking to Hua Jin at a volume that only two people could hear.

"Hua Xianrong is a man who has the ambition to climb the ladder, but unfortunately he doesn't have the vision to match it. Fortunately, what Qinghui said is already considered a face." Hua Jin seemed to be talking to himself, but fortunately Qinghui and Hua Xianrong's conversation She knows everything about it.

Fortunately, Qinghui's status is such that he doesn't need to rely on painting for a living, so indulging in it becomes heresy. Fortunately, Yi is not only his son, what he needs to learn is how to inherit and manage such a large family business.

What Hua Xianrong asked was simply too idiotic.

Hua Xianrong was repeatedly silenced by Xing Qinghui, but his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled embarrassedly and said: "Actually, I want to buy Master Xing's paintings not only because of myself, but also because of my sister." I like your paintings very much, I originally wanted to buy them and give them to her."

Ok?Not only Xing Qinghui, but also Hua Jin who knew what Hua Xianrong said was full of greetings. Does she like Xing Qinghui's paintings?
When did she go blind?

(End of this chapter)