He was obviously talking about a painting, but there was an intriguing ambiguity in Song Zhiyu's tone.
Ji Wuyin's expression didn't change, and he just followed his words and said, "How about President Song exchange for Wanwu?"
One painting can change an entire company.
This is clearly looking for trouble.
The atmosphere, which had been relatively calm just now, instantly felt like a dynamite pack had been set off, and the smell of gunpowder was everywhere.
The organizer's legs went weak, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhiyu's slightly depressed face, and hurriedly came out to smooth things over.
After all the good things were said, a waiter was called to bring tea and food.
Ji Wuyin looked at Song Zhiyu from a few meters away. The starry lights on the ceiling reflected a small patch of light in his dark eyes, which was so dazzling that it was difficult to see his emotions.
She suddenly felt completely bored and had no intention of exploring further.
The exhibition is a luxurious place with an elegant name, where there are countless transactions of money, power, wine and sex.
But not many people can come up with 20 million in liquidity at one time.
Song Zhiyu's assets may have exceeded her guess.
She turned her attention to the organizer and said, "It's only 20 million. If Mr. Song agrees, we can sign a transfer."
The organizer breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Song Zhiyu, and was stunned for a moment.
The matter was settled, but he still looked worried.
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"I'm going to give that painting to Grandpa Ji!" Shen Jia Shu fell on Ji Wuyin's shoulder and cried like a drama queen.
Ji Wuyin exposed her: "Twenty million is enough for you to buy five more identical paintings."
Hearing this, Shen Jia Shu sat up and said, "Do you think Song Zhiyu spent so much money because he really wanted that painting, or..."
"because of you?"
Ji Wuyin trembled in his heart and said calmly: "Of course it's because of the painting."
She took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the bitter taste spread from her throat to the top of her heart.
At the reception banquet, in the billiards room, the words he said are still vivid in my mind.
After chatting absent-mindedly with Shen Jiashu for a while, an acquaintance was unexpectedly welcomed.
"Yinyin, long time no see." Xin Bei greeted the waiter and brought over several antique jades that looked good in appearance and quality.
"Did you miss the invitation I sent to Ji before?" He sat on the single sofa next to Ji Wuyin very naturally, "Or do you not like the place I chose?"
Ji Wuyin didn't reply to him, but leaned back on the sofa and asked, "What does Mr. Xin want from me?"
Xin Bei was in the same high school as Ji Wuyin, and he chased her for three full years, which made everyone known. It was not until Ji Wuyin went to study abroad without taking the college entrance examination that the matter finally showed signs of stopping.
Unexpectedly, a year later, Xin Bei chased her to country M again.
Ji Wuyin couldn't bear it anymore and beat him up on the streets of country M. He had to stay in a hospital for nearly three months before he became honest.
After not seeing her for a long time, Xin Bei felt itchy when he looked at her bright facial features, slightly hooked eyes, and full of charm.
Even more than the shadow left by the previous beating.
While he was talking nonsense, he raised his wine glass and reached out his hand to Ji Wuyin's side erratically.
"Bang -" there was a loud noise, the wine glass fell, and dark red wine flowed all over the floor.
Xin Bei was thrown to the ground, and the side of his face was pressed hard by a foot. The coldness of the floor seeped into his painful bones, making him tremble.
"You are so courageous." There was a sneer from above his head. He twisted his eyes with difficulty and saw the man who was facing the light, with a cold face and an angry look on his face. "The medicine was even poured out in front of me."
