Chapter 5： (1/2)

The Smiling Angel Charity Auction is held twice a year. This auction has a relatively high lineup. Basically, only the upper class in City A can receive invitations.

Over time, being able to participate in this auction has also become a status symbol of the upper class. Of course, the fundamental thing in the auction is to do good deeds. Not many people from the society participate in the auction each time, but a lot of money is raised.

After Du Youwei's research, she commented to Ms. Jiang Manlin: ”Isn't this just the rich man's wool?”

Jiang Manlin: ”...”

”Where did you get so many words to do good deeds? Are the items ready for auction?”

”Ready, I have already sent the information to the person in charge, and the things have been installed!”

”Okay, I will prepare the clothes for you, and the driver and bodyguard will come with you later. Take the card your dad gave you, and just watch the samples come back.”

”I see.” Du Youwei invited Ms. Jiang Manlin out of her room and lay back on the sofa. Well, ask Wei Rui if he wants to go with him.

She picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Wei Rui in a ”da da da da”: ”Rui ah, smiling angel auction tonight, do you want to go?”

Wei Rui: No, my dad sent an assistant. I just got double eyelids and don't want to go out now.

You Weiwei: What? Not seen in two days, you even cut your eyelids!

Wei Rui: I have made an appointment long ago, but do you know what is offensive? When I went to see the doctor, the doctor asked me, do you want to pad your nose? :)

You Weiwei: Hahahahahahahahaha

Wei Rui: What do you mean by him? :)

You Weiwei: I said he didn't want to do it anymore [Bang]

Wei Rui: Fortunately, his craftsmanship is not bad, and the effect of his eyes is quite good, but he is still a little swollen. I'll make an appointment with you when my swelling subsides

You Weiwei: Okay, I'm going to prepare for the evening auction, see you later!

She put down the phone, got up and went to the cloakroom to try the dress her mother had prepared for her. The skirt was picked by Jiang Manlin. The red V-neck blouse was connected with a long black gauze skirt, with a small white waistcoat on the outside.

After changing, Du Youwei took a picture in the mirror and turned on the small walkie-talkie to contact the housekeeper: ”Housekeeper Wu, let the stylist come up and do my hair.”

A quick reply came from the intercom: ”Okay, miss.”

There were two stylists styling Du Youwei, and they all came up quickly. One made Du Youwei's hair and the other made Du Youwei's makeup. After that, she helped her pick out the matching shoes and bags.

Jin Yingjun squatted aside, watching them busy, and occasionally yelled twice to express their opinions.

Du Youwei's outfit was done, and she went out with her bodyguards. At the door, she asked Jiang Manlin: ”Mom, I haven't eaten dinner yet, is there anything to eat over there?”

”...Look at your promise. Don't worry, snacks and fruits will be prepared on the spot. You won't be hungry.” Jiang Manlin said, and stuffed Du Youwei into the car.

The car drove all the way to the auction site. When Du Youwei arrived, there were already many famous cars parked in the parking lot. Immediately after getting off the bus, a staff member came to receive her and asked her to show her invitation letter. Du Youwei took out the invitation Han from the bag and handed it to him with a smile.

The staff turned a glance, and smiled at her: ”Welcome, Miss Du, please come with me.”

Du Youwei followed him and walked into the venue. To be honest, she is still a little nervous. Although she has participated in a lot of high society gatherings, it is the first time that the auction has come. If someone bids with her when she is holding the sign for a while, should she soar the price with him? If she didn't photograph anything, would she be beaten by her mother?

…Forget it, I don’t want to.

The staff led her to seat 19, and the sign in her hand also read 19. After taking her seat, Du Youwei looked around curiously. There are two floors, all seats are concentrated on the first floor, and the auction is also on the first floor. But it was very strange. There seemed to be a private room on the second floor. The curtains were drawn and it was impossible to see what was inside. On the balcony, there was a staff member standing at an auction, holding a sign in his hand, but nothing was written on the sign.

Huh, what is this? Such a mystery makes people care about it.

”Little girl, is this the first time?” Seeing Du Youwei looking at the private room on the second floor, a middle-aged man sitting next to Du Youwei spoke to her.

Du Youwei turned her head and glanced at him. The uncle looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was. She nodded at him, smiled and asked him: ”Do you come often?”

”It doesn't count, come at least once a year.”

”Oh, do you know what the private room on the second floor does?”

The middle-aged man made a ”hush” gesture to her: ”Little girl, don't inquire.”

Du Youwei: ”...”