Super bodyguard of female CEO

"..." Zhao Chengfeng was so confused that he felt forced to sell his body.

However, in the eyes of Nangong Ming and Chengkang, Zhao Chengfeng is a perfect and considerate woman who can't be found with a lantern.

"Host, this thing belongs to me? There's no one to bid. " Zhao Chengfeng doesn't have time to joke with Jiangling at the moment, so he should put his baby in his pocket first.

The old man on the stage just recovered from his shock after hearing the speech. The domineering power of a woman just now is rare. It's a little ugly. It's breaking the rules of the auction house. Isn't it a threat to other bidders?

However, in this world, even if you have rules and regulations, you can't stand others. Especially the people in front of him. The old man has just learned their identity, that is, the people who abandoned the second young master and injured the first young master. Even though they have hatred in their hearts, they dare not show it.

"Congratulations to this gentleman, please..." the old man said with a faint smile.

"Sixty million!"

However, just at this moment, another stout middle-aged man came in. When he came in, many people in the auction house followed him.

"Damn, madman, this is pan Gaopeng, the owner of Pan Jiayuan." Nangong Ming reminded, with a bit of worry on his face, "madman, do we want to withdraw? This pan Gaopeng is not easy to provoke. "

"Go to him!"

Zhao Chengfeng was so excited that he was in a terrible mood in an instant. Your uncle's, brother Feng's baby, is about to arrive. The auctioneer has come to "sell and buy plants". What's the matter with the plane? Isn't that a fool to play with?

"Your uncle, you really think brother Feng is a bully, don't you?" Zhao Chengfeng didn't care what happened to the man. He stood up and cried, "80 million!"

Although Zhao Chengfeng is poor in casual clothes and crying, he is really not poor. In addition to earning money by themselves, the wives in the family are able to earn money one by one. The key is that brother Feng is still the second generation of rich Miao Hong. Although I don't know how much property the old man in the family has, he may give tens of billions of flowers casually. That's not an ordinary rich man.

"Hum!"

Pan Gaopeng snorted and said, "ninety million!"

"Chengfeng, calm down." Jiangling stopped Zhao Chengfeng and said in a low voice: "we can't compete with them at Panjiayuan auction. Even if we offer tens of billions of yuan, they can bid at will, because this is their territory. They don't have to spend a cent at all."

"These bastards!"

Zhao Chengfeng angrily scolds him, but he's a little bit frustrated. His elder brother Feng is just going to use his rich second generation identity to pretend to be forced. The first time he pretended to be forced, he failed.

"Ninety million for the first time."

"Ninety million for the second time."

Seeing that all the big bosses have come out to buy things, the old man is not stupid. The boss must have taken a fancy to this treasure. In other words, if he wants to slap Zhao Chengfeng in front of everyone, he can recover some interest for the two young masters.

"The third of 90 million..."

"Wait a minute!"

However, before the last word of the host's old man came out, Zhao Chengfeng stood up and looked straight at Pan Gaopeng.

"What do you mean, boss pan? To stir up the trouble, or to show off that your family has money. " Zhao Chengfeng won't just admit it. Even if he knows that he can't get it, it will make pan Gaopeng's flesh ache.

Brother Feng has been wandering in the Jianghu for so many years, but he has never suffered a loss.

"It's a rare treasure. It's strange that I've lost my sight before. Now I'm going back. I want to buy it back. Can't I?" Pan Gaopeng has no expression on his face, but he hates Zhao Chengfeng in his heart. If he is not afraid of Zhao Chengfeng's strength and background, how can pan Gaopeng have the heart to talk nonsense with Zhao Chengfeng? Early his mother rushed to with ya son of desperately.

Son of a bitch, he crippled his second son and injured his eldest son. Now he comes to his own farm to take out the wind and run wild. I really think there is no one in Panjiayuan, right?

"Yes, of course."

Zhao Chengfeng said: "however, whatever you ask, the money will not flow into your bag in the end. What's the difference between you and the white wolf? I admit that this sword belongs to Lao Pan's family, but since it's all put up for auction, it means that everyone has a share. Anyone who has the capital can compete. But as soon as you participate in it, the taste will change completely, because no matter what you ask for, you don't care. At the end, you'll have nothing to spend. " Zhao Chengfeng said to everyone, "let's talk about it. Is that right? Come out and hang out. We can't break the rules. "

"It's not in line with the rules."

"What's the difference between this and open robbery?"

"Ah, there is a way to cheat customers. There is a way to play the ball."

Zhao Chengfeng's voice fell, and people began to talk about it, obviously dissatisfied with pan Gaopeng's move.

"What do you want?" Pan Gaopeng gritted his teeth and said that he wanted to eat Zhao Chengfeng's meat and drink his blood.

Son of a bitch!

What the hell do you know you can't break the rules? But you hurt my son. What's the matter? Why don't you mention it?

But pan Gaopeng had to suppress his anger again. After he committed the public anger, his business became difficult. Pan Jiayuan's reputation has been spread for hundreds of years, but we can't ruin it.

"It's very simple. Either you don't participate or you have to spend the money. Otherwise, Zhao Chengfeng will be the first one to refuse!" Zhao Chengfeng's momentum soared, a little threatening.

Pan Gaopeng hated Zhao Chengfeng even more. To put it bluntly, he wanted to bleed himself.

"It's impossible to give up the sword." Pan Gaopeng said: "tell me, how can I prove that my money has been spent? Today, everyone is testifying, so as not to say that my Panjiayuan shop is cheating customers. Hum!"

Zhao Chengfeng was too lazy to argue with pan Gaopeng. He thought about it and said, "well, I've been to the poor mountainous areas in Western China. Many of the children there have no clothes to wear in winter, let alone go to school. They can't even have enough to eat. They want to eat stewed meat. They have to wait until the Spring Festival."

"Boss pan is also a rich owner. Let's all bid for the sword today. How about donating all the money from the last auction to the poor areas in the west?" Zhao Chengfeng looked at Pan Gaopeng with a smile and said, "I won't let your money go back today. I'll give you my last name."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, pan Gaopeng's face changed, and the corners of his mouth were pumping. It was obvious that his flesh was extremely painful. If the money is going out, it's going out. No one wants it back.

"Well, I promise you!" Pan Gaopeng said, biting his teeth.