"I'll go first." Lu Zhiyu glanced at Ban Shu, nodded politely to He Jiali, and left the banquet to attend the next event.
He is a very busy man.
Ban Shu glanced at He Jiali.
Well, your face doesn't look good.
This would be a difficult situation for anyone.
I designed a dress for the girl I like, and other men reminded me to be careful not to expose myself?
He Jiali silently took off his suit jacket and let Banshu put it on. He buttoned it up one by one. His tone was not too good, "Okay."
"oh."
The auction began and Pan Shu was taken into the box by He Jiali.
Waive the waiter away.
He Jiali turned around and pushed her against the wall, then began to take off her coat. "I'm an unqualified designer."
He said.
"But I'm a qualified eroticist."
"There is... there is surveillance..." Pan Shu "pushed and rejected" him, but every action she made was fanning the flames, as if she was trying to resist but also to welcome it.
"...No." He Jiali repeated softly, "No, sister, this hotel is mine."
He kissed the girl's beautiful collarbone.
"Give me a title, sister, anything."
Pan Shu turned her head slightly and said, "Can't we just be a sex partner?"
Panshu doesn't understand why these men are always so greedy.
They clearly just want to make each other happy, but they are obsessed with an illusory status.
She doesn't like to give men a name.
She doesn't want to be tied to any man.
"No."
He Jiali's expression was a little dull, but his hands kept moving, teasing, playing with her, and bringing her to the peak of passion.
He went too far.
Pan Shu breathed softly and pushed his hand away.
He Jiali insisted on showing her the stickiness of his two fingertips. He whispered in her ear, "Sister is so...full, I can't fit any more."
Pan Shu really blushed.
She pushed him away and sat down to sip her tea with forced composure.
It's white tea.
She doesn't like it very much.
But she drank three.
He Jiali sat down slowly, propped up his chin with one hand, and asked, "Sister, are you hydrating?"
"Congratulations, Jiali." Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Enough is enough."
"But my sister obviously likes it very much."
Pan Shu did not deny it.
But she stopped talking.
He Jiali pursed his lips and gently covered her shoulders with his suit. "It will be cold."
The item being auctioned at this time was a jade hairpin with bamboo knot and bead pattern.
Pan Shu felt familiar with it, and after looking through the classics, she realized that this was the jade hairpin that Chen Que had made for her after her death.
——"Sister, I want to make you the most beautiful hairpin in the world with my own hands. No one else has it, only you have it."
This is what Shen Que told her when she was young.
Pan Shu remembers it clearly.
At that time they could not even get enough food and clothing.
Chu Yun did not show up either.
It's a day of being bullied.
Shen Que held her hand tightly.
Pan Shu picked up the small black quotation machine and casually pressed a price.
"Fifty million! This distinguished guest in Box Nine is bidding fifty million!" The auctioneer suppressed his excitement. "Anyone else wants to raise the price?"
"Sixty million." Someone added.
The buyer was a scholar who had always been obsessed with studying the complicated history of Daji.
"Like?" He Jiali looked at her inquiringly.
Pan Shu said in a slightly more serious tone, "I definitely must."
"Okay." He Jiali nodded.
He took the quote machine and pressed a few buttons.
"Seven hundred million!"
“Wow—”
When the price was announced, the whole audience was shocked.
The scholar broke out in a cold sweat. No matter how rich he was, he couldn't afford such extravagance. Even though he was unwilling, he had no choice but to give up.
The auctioneer was silent for a long time, his voice trembling. "The bamboo knot and beaded jade hairpin sold for seven... seven hundred million."
Next, a few waiters carefully carried a square box, put the box down tremblingly and left quickly.
Be good!
If a little paint falls off accidentally, they won’t be able to compensate for it even if they spend all their money in eight lifetimes!
Banshu deftly hooked out a jade hairpin with her fingertips.
She smiled slightly and said, "I'll transfer the money to you later."
With 700 million yuan, she really doesn't have that much liquid funds and needs to circulate the assets in her hands.
He Jiali paused and said, "No, as long as you like it."
Even though this is his auction.
But after deducting the commission from the 700 million, the rest will be donated to charity.
Ban Shu couldn't let him bear the loss of 700 million in vain.
After all, 700 million is not a small amount of money.
He Jiali really didn't think it was a big deal.
Even if Pan Shu asked for all his wealth, he would give it to her without blinking an eye.
Maybe it would be natural for me to live with her.
He Jiali was looking forward to it.
Pan Shu stopped talking and just looked at the jade hairpin quietly. All the memories of the past seemed to emerge before her eyes.
In front of each bidder is a brochure that details the auction item and information about the owner of the item.
Pan Shu lowered her eyes and inadvertently saw a line of small words.
"Chen Que, who single-handedly created the prosperous Daji era, died in the winter of the seventh year of the Daji New Calendar at the age of twenty-three. Thus ended the era of this age-old emperor."
Pan Shu's eyes suddenly turned red.
She blinked.
Trying to dispel the mist in front of my eyes.
“Pah.”
Tears soaked the small words.
What would he be thinking when Chen Que died? In that cold and damp wooden house, would he resent her for abandoning him so early and not wanting him?
He wouldn't resent her.
Never.
He would just quietly look at the tombstone not far away, lying beside it, with the heavy rain washing away the mud, his tears buried by the rain, and he fell asleep quietly.
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