Chapter 21 021 The generous richest man, Dr. Gao

Ren Wanxuan didn't understand why Ren Qian was biased towards Bai Shi, just because Bai Shi was good-looking and had better luck?

Beside her, Chen Zhao also looked at the calligraphy quietly.

Hearing Ren Wanxuan's speech, he nodded slightly.

Ji Heng tapped his cigarette holder, he withdrew his gaze from the auction house, looked at Ren Wanxuan again, and then lowered his voice and said helplessly to Bai Shi: "Nonsense, don't make random comments."

Although Ren Wanxuan's tone was not good, there was one thing she didn't say nonsense. If other people or fans heard Bai Shi's words.

Although the Bai family members are not current stars, if you randomly find a child on the street, 50% of them will know them.

By then, Bai Shi will really be sprayed to death by netizens.

Bai Ti: "...Oh."

Calligraphy requires the spirit and charm. She was in the state when she wrote, but she was still young at that time and was still practicing the suspended wrist state.

Every day, she practiced calligraphy with a brick hanging on her right hand, and her writing was far from being as steady as it is now.

When she finished writing, Liang Zewen sighed that if he had written this calligraphy a few years later, it would have been better.

"Everyone has different opinions," Ren Qian put down his teacup and tried to smooth things over. "Let's take a look at the bids first."

Ren Qian smiled. He glanced at Bai Ti, who was showing his sharp edge, and shook his head inwardly.

After all, he was too young, but he shouldn't have mentioned these things in front of Bai Ti. It seems that the Ji family doesn't understand Liang style. Calligraphy requires some artistic threshold. Asking Bai Ti these questions is no different from playing the lute to a cow.

And outside.

People on the first and second floors were eager to bid.

The bid had reached 80 million, but no one on the third floor had bid yet.

"81 million." People on the second floor bid again.

"100 million." A middle-aged voice on the third floor rang out.

This voice made Ren Qian sit up straight.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhe looked at each other. She glanced at Bai Xi, then lowered her voice, "Is it that Director Chen?"

Chen Zhe nodded without looking away.

This authentic work with a heavy history was taken back by someone for private collection, so they could only take a closer look at it now.

Although the Chen and Ren families bought the invitation letter, they didn't expect that Director Chen got another invitation letter from somewhere in the end, so the two families could no longer accept Director Chen's favor.

**

Third floor.

Director Chen held the handle with his hands, staring at the auction table in the middle.

"120 million."

The price was getting higher and higher.

Director Chen couldn't help but cast his eyes on the man sitting in the middle, "Mr. Jiang, our master said, this time can you, can you support our Chen family a little? The master said that as long as you help this time..."

The Chen family supports a lot of people, and the little money in the family is used as military pay.

Even though there is a private museum, in fact, if there is something that requires at least a little money, basically Master Chen will risk his old face to cry to the Jiang family.

This time is no surprise.

Director Chen originally thought about how to invite this person over, but he didn't expect it to take much effort.

Jiang Fuli sat casually in the middle of the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed, his eyes fixed on the auction table, his slender fingers resting on the back of the sofa, reserved and indifferent.

Hearing this, he glanced at him slowly.

Director Chen looked at him eagerly.

Jiang Fuli retracted his gaze and looked at the auction table again.

He didn't study calligraphy much, but the words on the display table gave him a vague sense of familiarity. His fingertips lightly touched the sofa, and after pondering for a while, he gave Ming Dongheng a look.

Ming Dongheng was sitting on the far right. He pressed the button and bid without blinking, "Two hundred million."

Everyone on the first, second and third floors: "..."

Director Chen bit his finger and looked at Ming Dongheng with a look of envy and a waste of money. Could he please not say "two hundred million" as "two pieces"?

Ming Dongheng looked back at Director Chen, his cool eyes seemed to ask him what was wrong.

Director Chen retracted his gaze.

Really, why is the Jiang family so rich?

He was really, so envious.

Of course, this handwriting was finally pocketed by Jiang Fuli. Two hundred million was something that most people in the room still needed to consider, but for the Jiang family, the richest family in Asia, it was just a matter of words.

The tall and elegant auctioneer struck the final hammer.

Director Chen, who had been watching closely, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He resisted the urge to ask the auctioneer to deliver the goods immediately and thanked Jiang Fuli, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Fuli calmly withdrew his gaze. His expression remained unchanged, his narrow eyes slightly raised, and he asked elegantly and sincerely, "Why are you thanking me?" Director

Chen was stunned, "Of course it's because of the original painting..."

This is an original painting of the Bai family, and it belongs to that Miss Bai. The Chen family is so poor, but they have managed to scrape together 100 million. If the old man had not been in poor health and still in the hospital, he would have come to the auction in person to escort the original painting back to Jiangjing.

Jiang Fuli stood up and nodded slightly to Director Chen, very calmly: "Did I say I took the photo for you?"

Director Chen: "...Ah?"

No, wasn't it?

Director Chen looked at Jiang Fuli's stern face, wanted to say something, but didn't dare to say it in the end.

**

The White Tiger Auction House came to an end here.

The staff delivered the items that Ren Qian had auctioned to the private room on the first floor. Ren Qian's secretary-general put the items away, and the group followed the crowd out.

Halfway through, the secretary-general received a call, "...What? I know."

Ren Qian and Ji Heng walked side by side in front, the secretary-general holding a mobile phone, he glanced at Ji Heng and Bai Shi, seemed to want to say something, but didn't want to say it in front of the two of them.

Ren Qian saw that he was hesitant to speak, and asked directly, "What is it?" "

It's about that Dr. Gao," the Secretary-General turned off his phone and lowered his voice slightly, "He agreed to the dinner you invited..."

"Uncle," Ren Wanxuan, who was close to the Secretary-General, frowned and interrupted him, "Let's talk about this when we get home."

Hearing what Ren Wanxuan said, Ren Qian acquiesced.

The Secretary-General did not say anything else.

"Grandpa," Bai Yu put away her phone, walked out of the door in two steps, lowered her eyebrows and said goodbye to Ji Heng, "I'll go back first."

Ji Heng looked at the crowd with some worry, "Then be careful, don't turn off your phone, call me if you have anything."

Fortunately, the Blackwater Street auction was a big event today, and the security management was good. There were many bodyguards on the scene.

There shouldn't be any big problems.

He hesitated for a few seconds and then agreed.

"Okay." Bai Di looked out the door nonchalantly, put on her headphones again to listen to words, and didn't care what Ren Wanxuan and the others said, and walked into the crowd at a leisurely pace. As

soon as she went out, Mao Kun, who was waiting for her at the door, saw her.

"Sister." He took out a cigarette and handed it to Bai Di respectfully.

Bai Di usually looked lazy and seemed to have infinite charm, but now looking at her dark eyes that could not reveal any emotion, she looked surprisingly cold. Bai Shi's cigarette

was throbbing, and he wondered who was so blind to offend her and why she looked like this.

He immediately handed her a cigarette, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Bai Shi didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but she bit on the cigarette and let Mao Kun light it.

The scarlet flames wrapped around the white cigarette. She threw the backpack in her hand to Mao Kun, holding the cigarette between her slender white fingers. The green smoke drifted around her eyebrows and eyes, and she said lazily: "Let's find a place to do my homework."

"...Okay." Mao Kun took her bag carefully and turned to find a place.

Bai Shi was wearing antique clothes and standing on the long street with no rush. Her delicate features were shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, like a classical girl who accidentally entered the world.

Many people turned back and stopped, breathing secretly.

Finally, a man couldn't help but come over and look at her with a meaningful look, "Little sister, why are you still here so late?"

Bai Ti leaned against the wall by the roadside, tilted her head lazily, and there was only a simple wooden pin on her head, no other decorations on her body. She looked at him nonchalantly with a cigarette in her mouth.

With this tilt of her head, her eyes were simply stunningly beautiful.

But they were soaked in coldness.

The man couldn't help but reach out to touch her face, but was stopped by a hand, "This brother, if you want to play, you might as well find me. What's fun about this girl who looks like a school girl?"

The woman was wearing a tight black dress, her fingers gently stroked the man's chest, and her charming eyebrows were a little teasing.

The man looked at Bai Ti, and then at the woman.

Finally, he felt something was wrong, and then he gently grabbed the woman's hand, "You're right..."

"Sister, it's at the bar last time." Mao Kun's voice came from behind.

The two people at the scene were stunned, and when they turned around, they saw Mao Kun walking towards them with a ferocious look.

The man obviously knew Mao Kun. He couldn't help but tremble as he grabbed the hand of the woman in black, wondering if Mao Kun also liked this woman: "Mao, Mao..."

Mao Kun walked straight past him and stopped in front of Bai Di, "Sister, everything is okay."

Bai Di bit her cigarette and glanced at the man lightly, finally her eyes fell on the woman in black, "Where are you from?"

The woman in black was stunned, and seemed to pause for a moment before she spoke: "Xiangcheng."

"I knew it, thank you," Bai Di put out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and then said to Mao Kun: "I'm going to do my homework."

Mao Kun responded hurriedly, "Sister, you go do your homework first. If you think it's noisy, let someone take you to the private room."

After she left.

Mao Kuncai grabbed the man by the collar, "Are you blind? You want to play with my sister?!"

He threw the man in his hand to his men and said coldly, "Deal with it."

The woman next to him came to her senses and said in surprise, "Mr. Mao."

Mao Kun recognized that the gorgeous woman was a bar singer. He lit a cigarette for himself and said before leaving, "Xue Chun? Remember my number. If you have anything in the future, just come to me. There was no bloodshed on this street today, you deserve a great deed."

He now understood Bai Su's thoughts very well.

**

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and Heishui Street was crowded.

The Ren family's car lined up for a while before slowly leaving the underground parking lot.

Commercial vehicle, Ji Heng and Ren Qian sat in the front.

Ji Heng held the cigarette bag and looked out the window in silence. There seemed to be a dark shadow in the residual light. He was startled and said quickly, "Stop the car."

The driver stopped the car.

Ren Qian looked at Ji Heng in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ji Heng looked at the crowd and shook his head, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

He became silent. The car drove out of Heishui Street again in the sea of ​​cars and people, and finally stopped at the alley entrance of Qingshui Street. After Ji Heng got off the car and entered the alley, the car slowly drove towards Ren's house.

After Ji Heng left, Ren Qian asked the secretary-general in the co-pilot, "Did Dr. Gao's teaching assistant get back to you?"

The secretary-general nodded seriously, "We are still renewing the reservation of the private room in Wanhe Building. I will try to make an appointment with Dr. Gao's teaching assistant as soon as possible."

Chen Zhao and Ren Wanxuan sat in the back seat of the business car.

He had been holding back his doubts all the way, and when he saw them talking about it again, he looked at Ren Wanxuan, "The Dr. Gao you are talking about..."

Ren Wanxuan then spoke, "You should know that there is a big project in Xiangcheng, and many people from Jiangjing have come. This Dr. Gao is the doctor from Jiangjing University who just returned to China."

"What? Jiangjing University?" Chen Zhao almost lost his voice.

He had only heard his parents discuss a big project in Xiangcheng, but because the incident involved a Level 2 secret, he did not know the specific content.

But the doctor of Jiangjing University...

that young man is also the top scorer of the national exam every year, how did the Ren family contact him?

"Yes," Ren Wanxuan knew the seriousness of the matter, so she didn't let the secretary-general say it in front of Bai Xi, so as to prevent Ji Heng and Bai Xi from hearing it, "If Dr. Gao is willing to give us some guidance, or recommend us to Jiangjing University..."

Xiangcheng Middle School hasn't had a student who was admitted to Jiangjing University for many years.

This time, they finally applied for a place in the "Jiangjing Preparatory Camp". Even if Dr. Gao couldn't apply for the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp, there were nearly 20 people in their training class competing for one place. Everyone was a competitor, and every after-class homework was counted into the regular score.

These homeworks were difficult for them, but for Dr. Gao, they were absolutely simple to the extreme.

With the help of Dr. Gao, their chances of winning would reach 80%.

The Chen family was able to invite Director Chen as a guest, and Ren Wanxuan also knew the importance of the Chen family. There was a gap between her and Chen Zhe and Ning Xiao, so she didn't hide Dr. Gao's matter from Chen Zhe this time.

Chen Zhuo also came back to his senses from his trance, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

"Thank you." He looked at Ren Wanxuan steadily and exhaled deeply.

"We are in the same group, so of course we should advance and retreat together." Ren Wanxuan smiled and didn't seem to care.

Chen Zhuo nodded.

When the teacher told him about the group division on Friday, he felt a little regretful.

Because Ning Xiao seemed to want to be in the same group with Bai Shi, and it was not surprising, they were in the same class.

But now, he is very fortunate.

Fortunately, he declined the head teacher's request that night, and he did not refuse when Ren Wanxuan asked him the next day.

In front, Ren Qian suddenly thought of something and said casually: "I remember that Bai Di is also in the third year of high school like you. If you invite Dr. Gao to dinner, bring her along."

Ren Wanxuan looked up: "Bring her along? Why, can she understand what Dr. Gao says?" Good

night, don't let me find out that you are hiding the tickets (Oh yes, the character picture of Bai Di Jiang Ge is out, you can go and check it out, thanks to our sister Cha Cha Ran, Cheng Ran Zi Chu Xue and uncle and all the babies, it was unlocked very quickly~)