Chapter 135

Ling Xiaohan's long fingers took the bidding number plate on the table and left it to the waiter serving them.

The waiter took the number plate and went to the bidding window to help Ling Xiaohan bid.

"Do you really want to shoot?" Ji Qianchen looks at Ling Xiaohan's handsome face inconceivably.

His thin lips are light, his eyes are light, and he is determined: "well, my woman can't be disgraced."

Ling Xiaohan's paranoia, Ji Qianchen did not experience twice.

She couldn't stop what he was going to take.

Take it as you like. She can't open it.

It's Rolls Royce's turn to play.

The host called out a starting price of five million.

Upstairs and downstairs, the bidders are ready to move.

No matter how expensive the price is, it can't resist the crazy pursuit of car lovers.

"5.1 million." As soon as the starting price is called out, someone scrambles to increase the price.

The host took a look at the quotation number: "very good, our No. 21 is increased by 100000, is there any higher one?"

"Six million."

Local tyrants emerge one after another.

The direct price increase is one million, which is really scary.

Ling Xiaohan, sitting on the sofa, seemed very calm. He didn't ask the waiter to raise the price for him.

Ji Qianchen died in a hurry for him: "don't you want to take pictures? Why don't you yell at the price? "

Ling Xiaohan raised his lips and smiled. His fingers clasped Ji Qianchen's flustered hands: "what are you worried about? Can't I take a picture? "

"I'm in a hurry for you." Ji Qianchen frowns and sweats.

Looking at her lovely appearance, Ling Xiao has a deeper smile.

"You can get it by shouting first?"

Ling Xiao asked in a low voice.

"How can I get it?"

"Money."

Go around and say it. It's the same thing. Money is willful.

The price downstairs has reached eight million.

"Is there anyone else who wants to raise the price? No, today's Rolls Royce Yaoying limited edition will be the number 8 photographer. OK, we'll get it eight million in case, eight million twice... " The host made a fool of himself and called slowly.

Ling Xiaohan gave the waiter a look: "ten million."

The waiter immediately raised the number plate in his hand to bid for Ling Xiaohan: "ten million."

All eyes, after hearing 10 million, look straight at the window.

The waiter is holding the number 9 sign.

Someone actually increased the price by two million yuan on the basis of eight million yuan, so that they could buy a car with a market value of only five million yuan.

The people present were talking to each other.

I thought window 9 was a lunatic.

Take the number plate of the main simply do not struggle, put down the number plate and sit down to watch the No. 8 and No. 9 fight.

"It seems that this women's car is really loved by the majority of photographers. Then if we increase the price, we will... " It's just halfway through.

The number plate at window 8 was raised again.

"Eleven million."

"Wow, what else?"

The exhibition center fell into a frenzy, and the price of this Rolls Royce Obsidian was immediately heated to the boiling point.

"Fifteen million." According to Ling Xiaohan's suggestion, No.9 waiter increased the bidding price to 15 million.

The host held the microphone, swallowed his saliva, and looked a little flustered.

"15 million, it seems that our car owners don't like driving, like to play RMB, ha ha, just a joke, come on, 15 million in case, 15 million twice..."

"20 million." Window 8 is not convinced. Add up five million.

"It's terrible, my brother. The price of 20 million yuan is the highest so far in our auction today. Do you want to add it on the 9th?" The host will not beat around the Bush and ask lingxiaohan whether to increase the price.

Ling Xiaohan was going to let the waiter continue to add.

Ji Qianchen grabbed his wrist and said, "are you going to add 25 million?"

"Well." Ling Xiaohan frowned and nodded softly.

Someone is determined to raise the price with him. He has seen it for a long time. However, according to his power and financial resources in Cloud City, if he can't even take down a car, he will laugh when it comes out.

"The concept of 25 million is that I can buy five 5 million cars. From Monday to Friday, I drive to work every day. I can't do it. I can't take pictures." Ji Qianchen holds his arm and shakes his head.

Now she is in charge of increasing the financial power, so it can't be seen that her husband is so extravagant.

His money is her money now. It cost 25 million yuan, but the pain in the meat is whether she is good or not.Seeing Ji Qianchen saving money so meticulously for himself, Ling Xiaohan suddenly changed his mind to stick to the man next door.

When the host finally called out another 23 million times, it was a final call.

The car was auctioned off to the next door buyer 8 for 20 million yuan.

Hearing the voice of the host, Ji Qianchen danced happily.

"At last, I didn't make a wrong decision."

Ling Xiaohan shook his head and sighed. He didn't want his little wife to talk about 25 million things in one night. He gave up his self-esteem as the richest man in Yuncheng. Even a 25 million car couldn't be photographed.

When was his self-esteem worth only two thousand five hundred?

Knock knock knock -

the door of the compartment is knocked.

The door the waiter went to open.

Another waiter in black came in with a number eight and a voucher.

"Hello, is Miss Ji in?"

The waiter asked with a polite nod.

He didn't call her Mrs. Ling or Mrs. Ling, but directly called Miss Ji. Ji Qianchen was a little surprised.

"I'm the waiter of photographer 8 next door. This is the one over there who asked me to give it to you, saying that the car he just photographed has been given to you."

"Ah?" Ji Qianchen stared at the waiter in front of him.

Is the man next door crazy? After such a long time with Ling Xiaohan, the car I finally photographed is still for her?

Ji Qianchen turns his head to look at Ling Xiaohan's face.

From a man's point of view, especially as a husband.

It was a shame to let Ling Xiaohan give up that Rolls Royce just now. Now it's better.

The photographer gave her the car directly.

That is the most cruel humiliation to Ling Xiaohan.

"Miss Ji, look..." The waiter kept holding the things in his hands, waiting for her to pick them up.

Is it possible for her to pick it up? Won't this kind of thing rot?

"No, thank you. Give it back to that man. I don't need it." Ji Qianchen's refusal.

No matter who the man next door is, no matter what he wants.

All she cares about now is the mood of Ling Xiaohan.

The man is so jealous that if he doesn't explain, he doesn't know how to make trouble.

How to coax him?