Fang Nan was furious and wished he could call Yang Qingheng back to see Song Hengjue's despicable behavior.
Yang Qingheng handed over the invitation and found an inconspicuous spot in a corner to sit down.
A shadow fell beside her, and she smelled the familiar pine scent on Song Hengjue. Without thinking, she patted the chair next to her and said, "Why are you taking so long?"
"That idiot Fang Nan insisted on talking to me." Song Hengjue ruthlessly shifted the blame onto Fang Nan.
Yang Qingheng hummed in agreement, her gaze fixed on the stage, and remained silent.
Her goal today is a piece of land in the Xicheng District.
The company's production scale is growing day by day, and the old factory is no longer sufficient. She urgently needs to build a new factory to relieve the pressure on the original factory.
This piece of land in Xicheng District is close to the original factory and has convenient transportation, which seems to meet her expectations. She came today to try her luck, and if the price is right, she can buy it.
Yang Qingheng wasn't interested in the ancient paintings that were auctioned off earlier. She would glance at them every now and then, looking quite bored.
Suddenly, a pink diamond necklace, shaped like a crown, was brought out on the stage, its light so dazzling it could dazzle the eyes.
It was so beautiful it was like a dream, and even Yang Qingheng, who was usually uninterested in jewelry, couldn't help but take another look.
"A pink crystal crown, from the hands of a lady from a Western European royal family..." The person on stage introduced it passionately, leaving the women in the audience stunned, and even the wealthy ones began to be tempted.
Even those without money couldn't help but show longing glances multiple times.
Starting bid: 100,000!
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of bewitched women started raising the price, with a few male voices occasionally joining in.
Within minutes, the price had been raised to over 200,000 yuan, and the atmosphere at the scene was so enthusiastic that it excited everyone present.
Yang Qingheng wasn't interested in this. She turned to say something to Song Hengjue, but saw the man staring intently at the crown on the stage, his eyes filled with longing. His large, well-defined hands were already raising the plaque.
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