"No, I still have to go tomorrow." Yang Qingheng became more and more anxious as she thought about it, and took a sip of hot water.

Tang Bainian walked behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. His calm and mellow voice had a reassuring power: "Tomorrow is the weekend, I'll go with you."

Yang Qingheng nodded. It had been a long time since the last banquet that the couple had appeared in public together. They should go out together to avoid rumors of marital discord spreading and reaching the ears of their parents, who would then come to their house to keep an eye on them.

It's really troublesome to deal with.

The auction took place on the afternoon of the second day.

Yang Qingheng linked arms with Tang Bainian and casually handed the invitation to the doorman beside her.

"Please come in, both of you."

Yang Qingheng nodded politely, glanced at her watch, and saw that it was only three o'clock, half an hour before the auction started. The two of them were obviously early.

“It’ll be boring inside anyway. I heard there’s a balcony in the back. Let’s go see the view and get some fresh air?” Tang Bainian lowered his head, his nose almost touching her smooth, black hair.

The two of them together are so beautiful, it's like an oil painting.

Even the doorman couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when he saw them; they were a perfect match.

However, this scene, when seen by Song Hengjue who was not far away, inexplicably made him angry, especially when he thought of what he had seen in the jewelry store on the street a couple of days ago.

"Hypocrite, shameless, cheating man, scumbag." A string of insults was squeezed out from between his teeth.

The doorman who had just heard this looked up in shock, glanced at Song Hengjue, and his eyes gradually turned contemptuous.

Wow, that's impressive! I can see sour chicken now.

Song Hengjue frowned and glanced at him indifferently: "What are you looking at?"

"Alright, get out of here," Fang Nan couldn't bear to look and took two steps away, pretending not to know him. "Brother, you're the boss now, can you stop acting like a jealous husband? It's so embarrassing."

Song Hengjue was puzzled and glanced at him: "What's wrong with the boss? Can't the boss have emotions and desires? You crawled out of the field, and you haven't even gotten rid of the earthy smell yet, but you want to act like a superior person?"

He couldn't refute that statement.

Fang Nan stood there, stroking his chin, nodded in agreement, and quickly chased after them.

Yang Qingheng went to the balcony, just in time to miss the two of them.

"Deputy Director Tang, what brings you here today, you busy man?" Boss Zhang approached as soon as the two of them stopped.

Tang Bainian's smile faded: "No matter how busy you are, you still need to spend time and energy on your family. But Mr. Zhang, are you also interested in today's auction?"

“Of course,” Boss Zhang said to Tang Bainian, completely ignoring Yang Qingheng, “I came to take a look at the land in the suburbs that we’re bidding on today.”

Yang Qingheng frowned: "Is it for building a factory? But I heard that Boss Zhang has already bought a piece of land in the north of the city, why would he want to buy another piece in the suburbs?"

Moreover, the new factory that this boss is opening is a concrete factory. Once the factory opens, the orphanage will definitely be in a mess, and how can the children's health be guaranteed?

She felt inexplicably annoyed. The old welfare home had been there for over a decade before she took over, and both the government and factories generally avoided it. That's why she chose that location for the new welfare home as well. But this Boss Zhang just had to set his sights on that place.

Moreover, he clearly had a second option.

What's most disgusting is that people deliberately buy land there; they're just immoral and heartless, but it's not illegal or against regulations, so there's nothing they can do about it.

"Land, who would complain about having too much?" Boss Zhang's eyes didn't even linger on her face for a second, as if he wanted to write the word "bad luck" on his face. "Mrs. Tang, you've been staying at home for too long, so naturally you don't understand these things."

Tang Bainian's gaze suddenly darkened, and he gave a forced smile: "Mr. Zhang is joking. I have always admired Qingheng's achievements in the business world."

Boss Zhang, perhaps not understanding, actually tried to persuade Tang Bainian: "Bainian, your thinking is still wrong. Women don't show their faces in public. In the end, they still have to go back to have children. It's not too late to have a few more now. You're young and can recover easily. If you waste a few more years, it will be difficult to have children later."

“Our family is naturally not as blessed as Boss Zhang’s family, with many children and good fortune. Boss Zhang should keep that good fortune to himself.” Tang Bainian’s face was so dark it could drip water.

Everyone in the industry knows that Boss Zhang is having affairs. A while ago, a woman came to his door with her child. Mrs. Zhang's family is rich and powerful, and she's not one to be trifled with, so she immediately made a scene.

Mr. Zhang is currently in a terrible predicament. The phrase "many children, many blessings" is like a thorn in his side. He immediately turned ashen with anger and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Tang Bainian remained calm, put his arm around Yang Qingheng's shoulder, and walked outside, patting her shoulder: "Boss Zhang speaks rudely and is not smart enough. It's not worth getting angry with him."

Yang Qingheng knew he was trying to comfort her, and chuckled helplessly, "No, not at all."

The auction began soon.

Yang Qingheng had no interest in jewelry or antiques; she wasn't interested in those either. The ones she had picked up from the junkyard were enough for her to see.

I'll have to find someone to appraise the calligraphy and paintings when I have time, so I can donate them.

We finally arrived at that land.

“Plot No. 1 in the southeast suburbs, near mountains and water, is a prime location for building factories or houses. Starting bid: 500,000.”

As soon as the hostess finished speaking, someone held up a sign: "Five hundred and twenty thousand."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Six hundred thousand." As expected, Boss Zhang raised the sign.

"Six hundred and one thousand."

"Six hundred and thirty thousand."

...

After one round, only Boss Zhang remained.

Yang Qingheng held up the sign: "Seventy-two thousand."

Boss Zhang frowned, especially when he discovered that the woman bidding against him was Yang Qingheng: "Seven hundred and fifty thousand."

"Eight hundred thousand." Yang Qingheng was anxious inside, but her face remained calm.

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand."

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips. The value of this land was far less than 850,000, not to mention that her company simply couldn't come up with such a large sum of money right now. She gritted her teeth and decided to take another gamble: "870,000."

Fang Nan's voice came from behind: "Eighty-eight hundred thousand."

You troublemaking brat!

Yang Qingheng heard the familiar voice and knew exactly whose idea it was. She laughed in anger and turned around to give Song Hengjue a cold look.

The man's attention was not on her at all.

Mr. Zhang chuckled, having roughly gauged her limit, and triumphantly raised his sign: "Eight hundred and ninety thousand, Mrs. Tang, shall we bet?"

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, feeling annoyed as she looked at his smug face.

Tang Bainian frowned and patted her hand: "Calm down."

Yang Qingheng was discouraged.

Mr. Zhang almost burst out laughing. This woman dared to compete with him? What a joke.

"Eighty-nine hundred thousand once, eighty-nine hundred thousand twice, eighty-nine hundred thousand..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Hengjue continued, "One million."