Chapter 147 Persecution (1/2)
The newspaper was full of pictures of Shanshan and Shen Xinglan hugging each other. To A Miao's amusement, it was accompanied by an old and ugly picture of her from a few years ago.
”Look at what those reporters said!” Jiang Quanyu smiled, ”You are now a model women and a representative of good luck.”
A Miao read a few lines and then became enraged. It said that she had abandoned Shen Xinglan who had no money and turned to embrace Jiang Quanyu's thigh. Now that she had returned to China and met Shen Xinglan again, would she return to his arms again? Would Shen Xinglan and Jiang Quanyu fight over a woman?
”Shanshan is also mentioned below.” Jiang Quanyu put down his coffee and said, ”She is crying with Shen Xinglan in the photo!”
The reporter wrote that Shanshan was like a small white flower with bad karma, saying that when she met Shen Xinglan, he had A Miao, so she could only be his sister. With great difficulty, A Miao left, then she stayed with Shen Xinglan. And in the end, A Miao returned again...
”It's better than TV.” A Miao threw the newspaper aside and began to eat breakfast. ”Say something useful! We have two auctions, what do you plan to auction?”
Jiang Quanyu wiped his mouth. ”There are several things that you will be interested in.”
”Like a big jade ruyi scepter?” A Miao looked at the computer he pushed over. ”Where did you get it?”
”Sir Nine entrusted it to me.” Jiang Quanyu pointed at the screen. ”There will be more later.”
The more A Miao looked at them, the more severe her frown became. ”Many of these things should not be exposed. Do we dare to sell?”
”They're all washed clean.” Jiang Quanyu smiled. ”Even if some are not clean, they will when we auction them off.”
”Alright.” A Miao pushed the chair aside. ”You're the boss, you have the final say.”
A few days before the auction, Sir Nine personally brought the goods.
”Can you handle it yourself?” Jiang Quanyu was somewhat hesitant. He had suddenly received a phone call, saying he had to go back to northern Europe.
A Miao was bending her head down sorting out the documents. ”I also know Sir Nine. It shouldn't be a problem. As for the auction, will you hurry back?”
”More or less.” Jiang Quanyu wanted to think. ”Then call me whenever you need anything.”
The next day, Jiang Quanyu went to the airport, while A Miao went to the hotel to find Sir Nine. When she arrived, she saw two young men standing at the door.
”Miss A Miao!” Because they had met her before, they let A Miao in directly.
A Miao pushed open the door and was stunned when she saw the people inside. She immediately said, ”Since Sir Nine has guests, I'll come back later!”
”Ah, you should know them!” Sir Nine didn't change much. Nevertheless, with an old but vigorous appearance, he quickly came over. ”Why do you two come one after another? Did you appoint the time?”
Shen Xinglan stood beside the French window, and the sun was shining on him. His evil-looking face turned and looked straight at A Miao.
”What a coincidence.” He picked up the corners of his mouth.
A Miao did not know if it was an illusion. It seemed that Shen Xinglan's voice was not like that. It was a bit... fascinating.
”Director Shen.” She silently adjusted her breathing and nodded her head.
Old Nine looked at the two of them and said, ”Why are you acting like this?”
”We broke up.” Shen Xinglan lightly threw this out.
”Oh?” Sir Nine scratched his head. ”It's... it's... Hahaha...”
His heart nursed a grievance. Why every time he saw those guys did they always make trouble?
”There was an accident a few years ago.” A Miao smiled and obviously did not want to talk more about this topic. ”If you are occupied with something else, I'll go first.”
Sir Nine said somewhat awkwardly, ”You really can't go. This has something to do with your auction.”
When A Miao learned that Shen Xinglan had bought the big ruyi, she almost could not keep a straight face.
”Shen... Director Shen, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to do this?” She tried her best to ask him in a calm tone. ”After all, we contacted Sir Nine first.”
Shen Xinglan raised his eyebrows and said, ”But this batch of goods, I paid Sir Nine to find.”
”Sir Nine?” A Miao looked at the old man.
Sir Nine laughed twice. ”That... yes, Director Shen said to take them to the auction.”
”Then why didn't you say so?” A Miao was a little anxious, and she heard Shen Xinglan snort. ”That's the rule. You cannot reveal the identity of the seller at will. You often meet such requirements at auctions.”
He was sitting opposite her. For a moment, A Miao seemed to be shaking her head, as if she had returned to the original time when Shen Xinglan was high-flying and she was desperately trying to survive.
But the next second, she saw a trace of longing and tenderness in his eyes.
A Miao quickly bowed her head. ”Does Director Shen regret it now?”
”Yes!” A faint voice wafted by. A Miao could not help looking up and she saw those pair of smiling eyes, as if the feeling just now had been an illusion.
Shen Xinglan looked at her. ”I regret not asking about this auction in person before, but it is not too late now.” He suddenly smiled. ”Do you mind explaining these things to me from now on?”
”Pa!” Thick brochures fell on the table, and A Miao's heart was shaken.
”Director Shen, the auction process and the starting price are very clear in the brochures. What do you still want me to explain?”
Sir Nine silently moved back two steps, slowly creeping toward the door.
Shen Xinglan pointed to the brochure. ”This is what I want to sell myself. I must know what they are. If you are not capable and sell them cheap, I will know.”
”You...” A Miao squeezed her fist. ”The contract inside clearly states that whether the final transaction price is higher or lower than the market has nothing to do with our company.”