Spear Teacher

Regardless of whether He Chuyang revealed this news intentionally or unintentionally, Qi Yu had no intention of letting him use him to deal with He Hao. Next, the wine auction continued. However, He Hao actually learned a lesson with the 7.6 million he spent. No matter which wine Jiang Qiyu showed interest in, he did not fight for it again. For several times in a row, Qi Yu saw that she just said she liked it just to stimulate He Hao. It was not until the auctioneer introduced a sweet wine produced from the Italian Conterno Winery that her eyes lit up slightly. In the end, this sweet wine was successfully bought by Qi Yu. When the auction of "the Snow White Champagne that my father wanted to give to Mr. Andrew" mentioned by He Chuyang began, He Hao, who had been sitting and waiting for Qi Yu to speak, was disappointed. He did not expect that Qi Yu, who had just calculated himself, did not make any move after knowing that he had to fight for this bottle of Snow White Champagne. But this bottle of wine was a classic collection that most people present had their eyes on. Even if Qi Yu didn't compete with him, the other bidders' bids were too much for him to handle.

Especially after he knew that the bids he had bid were all in Euros.

Every time he bid, He Hao would silently calculate the exchange rate in his mind, otherwise he would always feel uneasy.

But in the end, He Hao, who was already burdened with an advance payment of more than 7 million, still couldn't compete with another fanatical collector.

The bottle of Snow White Champagne from 1907 was bought by a wealthy businessman from City G for 285,000 Euros.

"Brother."

Looking at the veins on He Hao's temples that kept popping up, He Chuyang looked worried:

"What should I do now? You didn't get the collection this time. Will my father blame you when he goes back?"

"......"

He Hao no longer cared about why the son born by his stepmother spoke so harshly. He clenched his fists and stood up angrily before the cocktail party was over.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Qi Yu, who was indifferent to the matter, with a dark look in his eyes, and left a sentence:

"If you still want to be a human being, go to the hospital to see her!"

Then he left angrily in front of everyone.

"Brother!"

After He Hao left, He Chuyang certainly would not stay here alone.

After giving Jiang Qiyu a vague look, he also followed him out.

While chasing, he asked: "Brother, are we going to pay the auction money? Brother..."

Jiang Qiyu didn't miss the key words in He Hao's words. She leaned aside with some curiosity:

"Qi Yu, who did he ask you to see in the hospital?"

"..."

Qi Yu didn't answer. He paused for a moment before glancing at her with a slightly teasing tone:

"You just called me Brother Qi Yu..."

"Tsk."

Knowing that he didn't want to say it, Jiang Qiyu didn't ask again. She glanced at him and sat up straight:

" When you are out, there are good and bad things. Just now it was for the public, but now it is normal. "

"......"

Amused by her sudden rhyme, Qi Yu retracted his gaze and nodded seriously:

"I understand."

"You kid..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiyu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at him with a little surprise:

"I am really surprised."

"......"

As the two people exchanged rhymes like fighting, the last collection of Mr. Kasserye's auction today was displayed.

This is a bottle of Cheval Blanc produced in 1947, and its value is even more than the saying of "drops of gold".

In the end, Qi Yu won the first prize among all collectors at a price of 350,000 euros and put this red wine in his pocket.

Even if others are jealous, they are unwilling to raise the price to a height that does not belong to the bottle of wine itself like the young master of the He family.

Some people know that hundreds of millions or even tens of millions may be a huge loss for He Hao.

After all, the person in charge of the He family is still his father, and He Hao may not be the future heir of the He family.

But the situation of the Qi family is different.

The entire Qi family can almost be said to be a single-line inheritance for several generations, and the whole family has only Qi Yu as a treasure.

His father, who was a big shot in the business world 20 years ago, has gradually given up power in recent years. It can be said that in addition to the shares of the Qi family on the surface.

Nearly 50% of the assets of the Qi family are now in the hands of Qi Yu, a young man who is only 25 years old.

Therefore, after the price is raised to a certain height, many people, even if they can afford it, do not choose to increase the price.

After the auction, Qi Yu took her to meet Mr. Kasserye again.

Jiang Qiyu did not understand French, so she honestly took the cup on the table and drank in small sips.

The waiter on the side was more active than the waiters at Haidilao.When she finished drinking, she came over to pour more. When she finished drinking, she came over to pour more.

She could drink a little now, but not much, and her cheeks turned red in a short while.

While talking to Mr. Kasser, Qi Yu did not forget to stretch out his fingers and tap twice in front of her as a reminder.

Jiang Qiyu, who knew how to judge the situation, smacked his lips and stopped.

——

Although the two had a good chat, Qi Yu took her to say goodbye to the kind Mr. Kasser before long.

Before leaving, Jiang Qiyu heard the French master say something to the two with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yu first looked at her meaningfully, and then replied with a smile on his face.

She didn't understand, so she could only keep nodding and smiling.

At this time, you must maintain your demeanor and give the young master face, so that the young master will give the old slave Yuanzi.

These are the rules passed down from generation to generation.

After leaving the venue, the warm evening breeze hit her slightly drunk face, and her slightly confused mind was slightly sober.

The two stood side by side at the bottom of the stairs, quietly waiting for Zhao Jin to drive over to pick them up.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu turned her head to look at the man beside her, her eyes flashing with tiny stars and lingering between his chin and collar uncontrollably.

"Qi Yu."

She couldn't help but call his name.

"Hmm?"

A response that was a little softer than the moonlight soon sounded.

Qi Yu raised his eyes and met her already three-point blurred eyes:

"What's wrong?"

"You..."

"Beep——"

The sound of the car horn broke the gaze between the two and awakened her reason that almost ran away from home.

"Mr. Qi!"

Stopped in front of the two, Zhao Jin lowered the car window:

"The red wine you and your husband... Miss Jiang bought together is already in the trunk!"

"..."

Qi Yu's eyes turned slightly, glanced at Zhao Jin coldly, and then looked at her again:

"What did you want to say just now?"

Intuition told him that this might be very important to him.

"It's okay,"

Jiang Qiyu blinked, and his eyes quickly returned to clarity. He opened the back seat and got into the car while exclaiming:

"350,000 euros, that's more than 2.6 million, tut tut tut..."

Although she had long known that the young master was not an ordinary rich man, she still condemned him for spending more than 2 million like a capitalist act of more than 2,000 yuan.

Strong condemnation.

But the condemnation didn't last long, after the young master stuffed the bottle of sweet wine worth 9,000 euros into his arms.

The money-loving gene hidden in her DNA was instantly awakened.

Perhaps emboldened by the few glasses of wine she had just drunk, Jiang Qiyu looked at Qi Yu and called out sweetly:

"Thank you (↝) Thank you (↝) Qi (↝) Yu (↗) Brother (↝) Brother (↝)"

"——" The car body suddenly swung sharply.

"Zhao Jin."

"My foot slipped, my foot slipped..."