The garden was quiet except for the cool night breeze.
Manli's face was gloomy, she turned to glare at Ye Lan fiercely, and said coldly: "Twenty million and one yuan."
"Fifty million."
Ye Lan ate the buns and shouted without raising his head.
Everyone was in an uproar.
The real value of this piece of tri-color porcelain is only around 20 million. To call it 50 million would be stupid or just out of pity.
Obviously, the two are definitely not the former.
"Fifty million and one yuan." Manli said every word through gritted teeth.
Then he turned around, raised his arrogant chin, tilted his glasses and sneered: "Hillbilly, this little money is just pocket change to me. If you want to play, I don't mind accompanying you!"
After saying that, she raised her hand and shouted to Mr. Ying: "No matter how much he pays, I have one more dollar than him."
The corners of Ye Lan's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to bid again.
But Chu Youshu grabbed him and raised his hand to signal: "Sorry, we don't want it anymore."
As he spoke, he picked up a bun and stuffed it into Ye Lan's mouth. He lowered his voice and said, "Do you know what an auction is? Besides, how can this thing be worth fifty million?"
Ye Lan swallowed the bun whole and smiled, "If you like it, you will buy it no matter how expensive it is."
"Junior brother is the best to me, kiss!"
Chu Youshu smiled sweetly, took his arm, and kissed him affectionately.
“Next time, we’ll buy it again when we meet it next time!”
The intimate behavior as if no one was around made Manli, who was already angry, tremble all over.
She grinded her teeth and suddenly said: "One hundred million, one hundred million to buy three-color porcelain."
As he said that, he pointed angrily at Ye Lan's face, "He'll pay for it!"
Everyone was stunned.
Only the bald middle-aged man just now patted his chest guiltily and muttered secretly.
"Fortunately, I only spent twelve million."
All eyes were on the two of them.
Chu Youshu opened his mouth wide, as if he didn't expect such a shameless person.
Ye Lan smiled disdainfully and cursed in a low voice: "Crazy."
Manli's face turned red and her teeth gritted.
"Two hundred million, one penny less, I don't want it today."
After saying that, he sneered and threatened: "If you dare to say it again, I will do it again. I don't believe I can't make you bankrupt."
Ye Lan looked at her like she was an idiot.
"If you are sick, go to the hospital. Don't bite here."
"Three hundred million!" Manli's face was ashen and she spoke gloomily.
Seeing that Ye Lan was about to speak, Mr. Ying said with a tangled look on his face: "I am willing to bear half of the price of this collection."
Although he is the owner of Deguhang, the collection is on consignment.
In other words, not only would he not earn a penny from this piece of porcelain, he would also pay at least 150 million for it.
The bald middle-aged man who had already suffered a big loss could not help but advise: "Little brother, don't be impulsive!"
"Be gentle, just think of spending money to buy peace."
Ye Lan wondered: "Buy Ping An? What do you mean?"
The bald middle-aged man glanced at Manli nervously and hesitated to speak.
But the latter seemed to enjoy this feeling, with a smile on his lips and did not stop it.
The bald man gritted his teeth and said vaguely: "Miss Manli is the girlfriend of Mr. Nangong Dehong."
"Last month at a cocktail party for celebrities in the capital, someone was disrespectful to Miss Manli... That night something happened to the whole family."
Hearing this, Ye Lan and both of them frowned.
And Manli's eyes flashed with satisfaction.
This kind of country bumpkin is used to messing around in small places, and he doesn't know who he can't mess with at all.
She spoke arrogantly, "It doesn't matter that you country bumpkins don't know me. After all, we are not from the same world."
"Today I will teach you a lesson, remember! There are some people you cannot afford to offend."
Ye Lan glanced at her deeply and said, "Nangong's family in Beijing?"
"What? Have you heard of it, a country bumpkin like you?" Manli said sarcastically.
Ye Lan didn't answer, but took out his cell phone.
A trace of disdain flashed in Manli's eyes, "Stop searching. There will be no information about this family on the Internet. As long as you admit your mistake, I can let you have a word with him when my dear comes over."
Ye Lan smiled, opened the chat interface, and started typing.
"Sister Qiqi, if someone from the Nangong family comes to trouble me, can I go directly to exterminate the family?"
The other person immediately sent a horrified expression.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he replied: "Good brother, don't be impulsive."
"Today is my sister's fault. Next time, I will do whatever you want."
She thought it was her running away today that made Ye Lan angry and go to the Nangong family to cause trouble, and she quickly apologized and begged.
Ye Lan made a lewd expression, "What if someone from the Nangong family takes the initiative to cause trouble for me?"
Jiang Qiqi replied immediately.
"Where?"
“Antique Street, Deguhang’s backyard.”
After typing, he put away his phone, then looked at Manli and smiled.
"I'm very curious, why did that person offend you and want to destroy his family?"
Manli's arrogant expression suddenly froze, and Ye Lan said again: "You don't mean you are a young lady, do you?"
Sure enough, Manli's face immediately turned red, and the anger in her eyes almost overflowed.
"Okay, very good!"
Everyone else's expressions changed, and the bald middle-aged man with a swollen face stood up and bowed his hands towards Mr. Ying.
"Mr. Ying, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I'll transfer the twelve million when I get back."
The others immediately stood up and tried to get away on the pretext of having something to do.
at this time.
A cynical voice came from the entrance of the garden.
"What's going on? The auction is over?"
Along with the sound, a figure with yellow hair walked in.
Seeing the person coming, the bald middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly and he immediately sat back, lowering his head and looking at the table, not daring to move.
"Master Dehong!" Mr. Ying quickly bowed down.
Manli's face showed an excited smile, and she immediately ran over and took the man's arm affectionately.
"Master, you are finally here. If you don't come, I will be bullied!"
Nangong Dehong smiled evilly, stretched out his hand, and slapped her hard on the butt.
"Little slut, who else in the capital dares to mess with you?"
Manli clung tightly to his arms, twisting her breasts, her eyes red, looking like she had been wronged but hesitated to speak.
After a pause, he said: "Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Are you hungry? How about we go have a midnight snack?"
Nangong Dehong's face turned cold, he suddenly pinched her chin and smiled evilly.
"When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner. Who in the entire capital doesn't know that you belong to me?"
"Say, I want to see who is seeking death."
Manli frowned in pain and reluctantly told the story.
"I'm sorry, Master! It was me who caused you trouble."
"I thought they didn't know about you at first, but after I told you, they got worse."
"How about forgetting it? Maybe they have a distinguished background?"
She looked pitiful, and every word she spoke aroused Nangong Dehong's anger.
Sure enough, the angry man immediately looked at Ye Lan and the two of them.
