Several elites related to the financial industry came over laughing when they saw Lin Yue sitting down on the sofa, holding a wine glass. They introduced him first, and then greeted them with greetings and compliments. Some people looked at the two of them with playful eyes and teased them. relation.
Andy couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he forced a smile to deal with it, stood up and left with a glass of wine.
Tan Zongming came up to him, looked at the scale on his watch, then looked at Director Lin who was surrounded by several financial people, and said in a low voice: "If you feel it's not interesting, you can leave. There's no need to force yourself."
Andy sighed: "I'm fine, I just can't stand these people's hypocritical politeness. I would rather be like just now..."
Tan Zongming asked: "What happened just now?"
"The two of them just said bad things about me without any hesitation." Bao Yifan turned around and said.
Only then did the two of them realize that among the group of people standing next to them was Mr. Bao, the boss of the Bao Group.
Tan Zongming said: "What's going on?"
"You know, that person's mouth is more vicious than Qu Xiaoxiao's. If he is dissatisfied with someone, he will never take into account the identity of the other person." Andy explained with a smile.
Tan Zongming actually has a very deep understanding of this, even more than Andy knows - that guy not only has a vicious tongue, but also hurts when his fists hit people.
"Hehe..." Bao Yifan laughed like a fool: "But even if the beauty Andy said it, I would treat it as a joke."
Andy smiled bitterly and shook his head, speechless at Bao Yifan's shamelessness.
"Andy, Andy."
As a flash of red came into view, Fan Shengmei walked to Andy, smiled at Tan Zongming and Bao Yifan, turned her face and said, "Are you leaving?"
On the way to the reception, she clearly said she would show up for a while and then leave. It was already dark outside, but the Iron Lady, who said she was not used to such an occasion, had no intention of leaving.
Andy glanced at Wang Baichuan, who was chatting animatedly with several participants, and knew that Fan Shengmei was unhappy with the arrival of Lin Yue and the other two.
She pondered for a moment and took out her car keys: "If you are tired, you can drive my car back first. I will ask Lao Tan to give me a ride after the show."
Fan Shengmei thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
After saying that, he took the car keys from Andy's hand, twisted his big red handbag and left the venue.
Tan Zongming didn't care why Fan Shengmei left. He was surprised why Andy changed his temper: "This is inconsistent with your past performance. I want to know what are you expecting?"
You must know that she has refused to participate in similar activities more than once. When she was in New York, she would push her whenever she could. If she couldn't refuse, she would show up and get out of the way as quickly as possible. Today's performance was really shocking.
Andy said: "I wasn't expecting anything, I was just curious about what kind of auction my male neighbor brought, and he confidently told me that he would get the highest price in the auction."
"Oh?" Tan Zongming's appetite was whetted by saying this. Yes, his relationship with Lin Yue was very bad, but regarding this matter, his curiosity was more than hostility.
Bao Yifan didn't express an opinion. He took a look at the man on the sofa while holding the wine glass. His eyes rolled around, not knowing what he was thinking.
Not long after Fan Shengmei left the reception, a woman in a white evening dress walked up to the big screen, held the microphone and said: "Gentlemen and ladies, next is the charity auction at the reception, and the funds raised will be handed over to China The Charity Federation will be used for the education of children in impoverished mountainous areas and the medical expenses of seriously ill patients with practical difficulties. I hope everyone can uphold good intentions and donate a helping hand."
The elites gathered in twos and threes in the hall came forward upon hearing the words. Amid a burst of warm applause, two young and beautiful girls carried out a potted black pine plant and placed it on the wooden table in front.
"This black pine potted plant is called Chaoyun and was donated by Mr. Sun Xiuwen from the Municipal Writers Association. Please take a look, does its crown look like the floating clouds on the horizon in the early morning?"
At this point, the host paused and said: "The starting price for this first auction item is 7,000 yuan, and the price will be increased by 1,000 yuan each time."
As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Zhang, who was talking to Andy at the door before, raised the sign in his hand.
"On the 18th, the gentleman offered 7,000 yuan. Is there any higher price?"
"7,000 yuan once, 7,000 yuan twice."
"8,000 yuan, Mr. No. 47 bids 8,000 yuan, okay, 8,000 yuan, 8,000 yuan one time..."
In the end, the black pine bonsai was snapped up by a man wearing glasses for 11,000 yuan.
Next is the second lot, again invited by two girls. According to the host's introduction, it was donated by Mr. Wang from the Municipal Calligraphers Association, with a starting price of 5,000 yuan.
Following the same process as the first auction item, this painting was snapped up by a man in a casual suit for 38,000 yuan.
Wang Baichuan looked puzzled: "The calligraphy is just average. Ten thousand yuan is as high as the sky, thirty-eight thousand? I really don't know what that person thinks."
Lin Yue glanced at him: "What I bought was not a painting, but the opportunity to meet the person who wrote it. Do you know what that person does?"
"For what?"
"It is said that he used to be a middle-level leader of Baosteel. He is retired and only has children..."
Lin Yue didn't say the rest, but Wang Baichuan understood.
Next up is the third lot.
The fourth lot.
The fifth lot.
…
A cocktail party like this in the name of charity will not have any high-quality products, and the attendees are not stupid. It is okay to buy tens of thousands of dollars for the opportunity to show one's face, personal connections, and the peace of mind of being a rich person - just like Qu Xiao Just like feeding those stray cats, it is not cost-effective to feed more.
Charity has always been a business here.
Of course, no matter how ugly some people are, they can benefit poor families, which is considered a good thing in terms of results. This is why Lin Yue said that he can tolerate it even if he is disgusted.
Soon, the eighth lot was carried up to the front desk by a girl. Wow, there was a burst of discussion below, because this thing is too ordinary, and the value is...ten yuan? Twenty dollars? A hundred dollars is a premium.
The hostess glanced at where Lin Yue was standing and cleared her throat: "This lot was donated by Mr. Lin, Director of the Investment Banking Department of Huaxin Securities. Everyone has seen it. This is a picture album. According to Mr. Lin, it is It was painted by an orphan with acquired intellectual disability. It was originally given to him as a gift. However, after seeking the author's advice, he decided to donate it to raise funds to improve the living environment of the welfare facility where the original owner was located. , the starting price of the picture album is 3,000 yuan, and each increase in price shall not be less than 1,000 yuan. The bidding starts now."
"3000, Mr. No. 15 quoted 3000."
"4000, Ms. No. 38 quoted 4000."
"5000, the lady quoted 5000."
"7,000, okay, the lady in purple clothes quoted 7,000."
"8000, another lady."
"9000, man number 22."
"..."
Wang Baichuan looked at Lin Yue blankly. He had two puzzles. The first one was also the most difficult to understand. The ladies at the scene were very passive when bidding on the first few lots. How could they now be so active as if they had a collective sexual transformation? People look askance? Overflowing with love? is there any other reason?
Secondly, some men also joined in the bidding for the picture album. The atmosphere was not to say hot, but it could also be called hot. What on earth is going on?
Wang Baichuan didn't know the reason, but Bao Yifan knew it, at least he knew the second one.
Because they have ideas about Red Star, the Bao family collected a lot of information about Lin Yue, including the content about his connections. In the financial circle, this guy is a legend. There is no financial product that he can't sell, and there is no financial product that he can't sell. Unable to deal with business negotiations - he can always get both parties to a happy outcome. Securities companies such as CITIC and Huatai are deliberately trying to poach him, with an annual salary starting at seven figures plus bonuses. There are also some companies and individuals who are desperately trying to build a good relationship with him to use his connections and negotiation skills to open up business There is a hurdle in the business. Now the host has announced the origin of the eighth lot. Those who want to have a good relationship with Lin Yue will certainly not miss the opportunity to sell their favors.
"30000."
This shout doubled the price, and many people followed suit.
Bao Yifan smiled and nodded to some familiar faces, not only to clarify his identity, but also to tell them that Bao Yifan had taken a fancy to the picture album above. If there is not enough interest appeal, just give him a favor and stop fighting.
"40000."
At this time, Qu Lianjie, who was sitting at the back, raised his hand. This action attracted a lot of side glances, and they all started talking about who this person was and why he was arguing with Mr. Bao. Until an insider revealed that Boss Qu and Mr. Lin had recently been together. Because a project was unpleasant, the former probably hoped to improve the relationship between the two by buying the album as a sign of flattery.
Bao Yifan frowned and was about to tell the auction host the new bid when something unexpected happened at the scene.
(End of chapter)
