Chapter 226 Special Identity
Jian Mo listened and understood the general idea. She carefully chose her words, "Now that Director Wen has successfully injected capital into the 1 billion debt, Huo Wan should be able to pay it back."
“I’m not talking about debt.”
As a young and beautiful socialite, the whole Haicheng knew that she had been broken off from engagement, which was a great shame and humiliation.
This was Zhou Liangqi's fault, and Jian Mo didn't want to take it for him. "Everyone has their own responsibility. Miss Xu, there's really no need to take it out on me."
Xu Xiaolin stared at her profile and said, "Zhou Liangqi didn't hesitate to offend Feiyue for you, and even mortgaged his shares in exchange for funds to tide him over. Miss Jian, your identity is very special."
Jian Mo frowned, and finally looked at her directly, "Equity mortgage?"
Xu Xiaolin said no more, her eyes filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.
With the sound of a hammer, the pendulum clock began to be auctioned. Many people let out a low cry and began to concentrate their attention.
The starting bid is 11 million.
People started bidding one after another.
"Thirteen million."
"Sixteen million."
"Twenty million."
They didn't take the money seriously at all, as if they were just randomly reciting a number.
Jian Mo remained silent and subconsciously looked in the direction of Wen Jing. He didn't seem to have any intention of starting the fight. On the other hand, Qiao Xia had already made her move.
"Twenty-five million."
It is true that this pendulum clock is an antique, but it is not something that would make them rush to buy it. Jian Mo was a little confused, but then he thought, for Qiao Xia, is it out of nostalgia?
Huo Qichen's death order to her was that no matter how much it cost, she must get it.
When the pendulum clock reached 50 million, Jian Mo raised the sign: "60 million."
Many people looked at her. Qiao Xia seemed to notice her only at this time, narrowing her eyes with curiosity.
Wen Jing smiled and motioned for his secretary to raise the sign, "Sixty-eight million."
Jian Mo felt a chill in his heart. If things continued like this, the transaction price would definitely be ridiculously high.
"Seventy-three million."
"Seventy-six million."
For some reason, Qiao Xia suddenly stopped. She just watched the price soar and watched the fight between two tigers.
Some people started bidding in small increments. During this time, Wen Jing whispered a few words to his secretary, who then walked over to Jian Mo and said respectfully, "Miss Jian, our Chairman Wen is determined to get this pendulum clock."
Jian Mo didn't know whether Huo Qichen's financial resources could compare with Wen Jing's, but he would rather take the risk of offending people and let her get it, and he probably was determined to get it.
She was very sorry: "This pendulum clock belonged to Mr. Huo's father when he was alive. It was very important to him. I hope Mr. Wen can give it up and help him."
After the secretary went back and told Wen Jing, the latter looked at Jian Mo with even stronger meaning.
Jian Mo didn't get a reply and continued to bid. The price had reached 90 million.
She lowered her head and sent a message to Huo Qichen: "Ninety million."
While waiting for a reply, there was a sudden noise. It was Wen Jing walking over. He said to Xu Xiaolin beside him very gentlemanly, "Xiaolin, can you give this seat to Uncle Wen?"
He spoke personally, and Xu Xiaolin, as a junior, naturally stood up. She stood up apologetically, "Uncle Wen, of course."
"Good boy, go back and give my regards to your father."
Xu Xiaolin nodded, then said to Jian Mo, "Let's have a meal together after the auction is over."
Jian Mo was not interested, but given the current situation, she couldn't refuse, so she could only nod and say, "Okay."
After the man left, Wen Jing, who was standing beside him, crossed his legs and looked very gentlemanly. Although he was old, his posture was very elegant, which made people subconsciously respect him.
"Was it my Xiaoyuan's instruction that you come to bid on behalf of Huo Qichen?"
Jian Mo forced a smile, "Boss Huo is busy, let me do it for you."
Wen Jing tapped his fingers on his knees, his eyes never leaving her, which made her feel uncomfortable. It was as if his eyes were looking through her, at someone else...
But she had checked and found that Wen Jing and his first wife had always been in love and there had never been any scandal. Could it be that he had someone else he loved secretly and it had not been exposed?
And it just so happens that this old friend left or died for various reasons?
Wen Jing didn't say anything, so Jian Mo continued to raise the sign, "Ninety-five million."
He then spoke: "Do you want this thing?"
She didn't dare to move. "If Mr. Huo wants it, I naturally want it too."
"Then I won't argue."
As soon as she said this, she was flattered by such a preference. Her back felt cold, and she couldn't smile. "Director Wen is willing to give up his love. I want to thank him on behalf of President Huo. I'm sure he will come to thank you in person someday."
Wen Jing stared at her with eyes filled with endless tenderness, full of affection, yet not vulgar. He fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, "Ms. Jian, in her dress today, looks even more like an old friend of mine than she did that day."
Jian Mo straightened his back and said, "Old friends are just old friends after all. Mr. Wen should look forward to the future."
Wen Jing seemed not to have heard him, and showed a hint of regret. "If she were the same age as you, she would probably look like you."
As soon as these words came out, Jian Mo frowned. She suddenly realized that this old friend was not the so-called lover.
Huo Qi Chen also once thought that she was like someone.
Could it be the same one?
Before she could ask more, the host on the stage was already shouting: "One hundred million once, one hundred million twice, one hundred million——"
Jian Mo came back to her senses and raised the sign: "One hundred and ten million."
The scene was completely silent, and some people had already started to take pictures with their mobile phones to witness the highest price of this auction.
After three confirmations, the host dropped the hammer and said, "Deal!"
Jian Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was bought at a high price, at least it was bought.
Everyone applauded, and Jian Mo nodded to Wen Jing beside her, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for giving up your love."
Wen Jingze glanced back and said, "I'm not the only one who helped you."
Qiao Xia had already left the table early.
After completing the formalities, Jian Mo left the venue holding up her skirt. As soon as she walked out, she found that Xu Xiaolin had been waiting at the door, obviously waiting for her.
"Miss Xu, are you really going to treat me to a meal?"
Xu Xiaolin tilted her head. "You won't give me this face? At least I helped you when you were in trouble."
Indeed. Jian Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a moment."
She turned sideways and called Huo Qichen. The call went through, but no one answered. She had no choice but to send him a message: Xu Xiaolin and I are leaving.
"Miss Xu, let's go."
Xu Xiaolin drove the car, and as it sped away, Wen Jing just came out of the venue and saw Jian Mo's profile flash by. "Am I seeing things?"
"It's Miss Jian, Mr. Wen," the secretary replied respectfully, "She's probably with Miss Xu."
Wen Jing nodded slightly, as if thinking, "Am I being too blind?"
"Director Wen loves his daughter dearly, and he's not blind. But Miss Jian is not the one after all."
Wen Jing sighed, "I know this too, but don't let Wen Yuan know about this. Oh, she's working nearby these days, so go and make arrangements for her to come see me tomorrow."
"yes."
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