Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Ren Wanxuan didn't understand why Ren Qian was biased towards Bai Po, just because Bai Po was good-looking and luckier?

Beside her, Chen Zhu also quietly looked at the picture.

Hearing Ren Wanxuan's speech, she nodded slightly.

Ji Heng knocked on the cigarette rod, he looked away from the auction site, and took another look at Ren Wanxuan, then lowered his voice, and said helplessly to Bai Po: "Nonsense, don't make random comments."

Although Ren Wanxuan's tone was bad, there was one thing she was not talking nonsense, if other people or fans heard Bai Chi's words.

Although the members of the Bai family are not the current stars, if you find any child on the road, 50% of them will know them.

At that time, Bai Po will really be sprayed to death by netizens.

Bai Po: "...Oh."

Calligraphy needs to pay attention to the charm. She was in the state when she was writing, but she was still young at that time, and she was still practicing the state of hanging her wrist.

Every day I hang a brick on my right hand to practice calligraphy, and my writing is far less stable than it is now.

When Liang Zewen finished writing, she lamented that it would be better if she wrote this handwriting a few years later.

"Everyone has a different opinion," Ren Qian put down his teacup to smooth things over, "Let's look at the bidding first."

Ren Qian smiled. He glanced at the sharp-edged Bai Jian and shook his head secretly.

After all, he was too young, but he shouldn't have mentioned this in front of Bai Po. The Ji family didn't seem to understand Liang style.

And outside.

The people on the first and second floors are eager to move.

The bidding has reached 80 million, but no one has made a move on the third floor.

"81 million." The people on the second floor bid again.

"100 million." The middle-aged voice on the third floor rang.

This sound made Ren Qian sit up straight.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also looked at each other, she glanced at Bai Ji, then lowered her voice, "Is that Bureau Chen?"

Chen Zhu nodded without looking away.

This kind of authentic work with a rich history was photographed and kept privately, so they can only take a second look at it now.

Although the Chen family and the Ren family bought the invitation letter, they did not expect Chen Ju to get another invitation letter somewhere.

**

third floor.

Bureau Chen squeezed the handle and stared intently at the middle auction platform.

"120 million."

Prices are getting higher and higher.

Bureau Chen couldn't hold back, and cast his eyes on the man sitting in the middle, "Young Master Jiang, our master said, can you, can you support our Chen family this time, the master said that as long as you help this time..."

The Chen family raised a lot of people, and the little money in the family was used for military pay.

Regardless of the fact that there is a private museum, in fact, at least something that needs a little money, basically Mr. Chen has to put up an old face to cry poor with the Jiang family.

No surprise this time.

Director Chen was thinking how to invite this person over, but he didn't expect to spend much effort.

Jiang Fuli sat casually in the middle of the sofa, his long legs gracefully crossed, his eyes fixed on the auction table, his slender fingers resting on the back of the sofa, noble and indifferent.

Hearing this, she glanced at him slowly.

Bureau Chen looked at him eagerly.

Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze and looked at the auction table again.

He didn't have much research on calligraphy, but the characters on the booth had a vague sense of familiarity. He lightly tapped the sofa with his fingertips. After pondering for a while, he gave Ming Dongheng a look.

Ming Dongheng sat on the far right. He pressed the button and bid without blinking, "200 million."

Everyone on the first floor, second floor and third floor: "..."

Chen Ju bit his finger, and looked at Ming Dongheng with envious and prodigal eyes, and asked if he could stop saying "200 million" as "two dollars".

Ming Dongheng looked back at Chen Ju, his cool eyes seemed to ask him what's wrong.

Bureau Chen looked away.

Really, why is the Jiang family so rich.

He is really, really envious.

Of course, this handwriting was finally collected by Jiang Fuli. For most people on the field, 200 million still needs to be considered, but for the Jiang family, the richest man in Asia, it is just a matter of words.

The tall and elegant auctioneer struck the final hammer.

Chen Ju, who had been watching closely, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He resisted the urge to let the people from the auction house deliver the goods immediately, and thanked Jiang Fuli: "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Fuli looked away calmly, his expression remained unchanged, his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and he asked elegantly and sincerely, "Why do you thank me?"

Chen Ju was taken aback, "Of course it's because of the authentic painting..."

This is the authentic work of the Bai family, and it belongs to that Miss Bai. The Chen family is so poor that they have collected 100 million yuan. If the old man was not in poor health and still in the hospital, he would have come to the auction in person to escort this authentic work back. Jiang Jing.

Jiang Fuli stood up, nodded slightly to Chen Ju, very calm and calm: "Did I say it was for you?"

Bureau Chen: "...huh?"

No, isn't it?

Chen Ju looked at Jiang Fuli's cold face and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it in the end.

**

The White Tiger Auction has come to an end.

The staff sent the things Ren Qian auctioned to the box on the first floor, Ren Qian's secretary-general put the things away, and the group went out along the flow of people.

Halfway through, the secretary-general answered the phone, "...what? I see."

Ren Qian and Ji Heng walked in front side by side. The secretary-general was holding a mobile phone. He glanced at Ji Heng and Bai Po, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to say it beside them.

Ren Qian saw that he was hesitant to speak, and said bluntly, "What is it?"

"It's that Dr. Gao," the secretary-general turned off his phone and lowered his voice a little, "he agreed to your meal appointment..."

"Uncle," Ren Wanxuan, who was close to the secretary-general, frowned. She interrupted the secretary-general: "Let's talk about this matter when we go home."

Hearing what Ren Wanxuan said, Ren Qian acquiesced.

The Secretary-General didn't say anything more.

"Grandpa," Bai Po put away her phone, she walked out two steps, bid farewell to Ji Heng with lowered eyebrows, "I'll go back first."

Ji Heng looked at the crowd worriedly, "Then be careful, don't turn off your phone, call me if you need anything."

Fortunately, today's Heishui Street auction is a big event, and the security management is good. There are many bodyguards along the way.

There shouldn't be any major problems.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he agreed.

"Okay." Bai Po casually looked out the door, put on the earphones again to listen to the words, ignored what Ren Wanxuan and the others said, and walked into the crowd without rushing.

As soon as she went out, Mao Kun who was waiting for her at the door saw her.

"Sister." He took out a cigarette and handed it to Bai Po respectfully.

Bai Po usually looks lazy and seems to have infinite charm, but now her dark eyes, which can't reveal any emotion, look surprisingly cold.

The white vest twitched, thinking that whoever offended her by being so short-sighted, how could she show such an expression.

He immediately passed the cigarette, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Bai Po didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but he was biting the cigarette at this moment, and let Mao Kun light the fire, and the scarlet flames rolled up the snow-white cigarettes.

She threw the backpack in her hand to Mao Kun, holding a cigarette between her fair and slender fingers. The green smoke drifted away and covered her eyebrows and eyes, and said lazily, "Find a place for me to do my homework."

"...Okay." Mao Kun carefully took her bag and turned around to find a place.

Bai Po was wearing antique clothes, standing on the turbulent long street, her exquisite facial features were shrouded in thin smoke, like a classical girl who accidentally strayed into the world.

Many people turned their heads and stopped frequently, inhaling secretly.

Finally, a man couldn't help but came over and looked at her with meaningful eyes, "little sister, why are you still here so late?"

Leaning against the wall by the side of the road, Bai Po tilted his head lazily. There was only a simple wooden hairpin on his head and no other decorations. He looked at him casually with a cigarette in his mouth.

That head tilt, those eyes are simply astonishingly beautiful.

But soaked in the cold.

The man couldn't resist reaching out to touch her face, but was stopped by a hand, "Brother, if you want to play, you might as well find me. This kind of look means that schoolgirls are so fun."

The woman was wearing a tight black dress, her fingers lightly brushed across the man's chest, her coquettish eyebrows and eyes were slightly provocative.

The man looked at the white scorpion, and then at the woman.

In the end, he still felt a little dangerous, and then gently grabbed the woman's hand, "It's not like you didn't say nothing..."

"Sister, it was at the bar last time." Mao Kun's voice came from behind.

The two people at the scene were stunned for a moment, and when they turned their heads, they saw Mao Kun approaching fiercely.

The man obviously knew Mao Kun. He couldn't help shaking the hand of the woman in black, thinking that Mao Kun would also like this woman: "Mao, Mao..."

Mao Kun passed him directly and stopped in front of Bai Po, "Sister, nothing happened."

Bai Po bit his cigarette, looked at the man lightly, and finally set his eyes on the woman in black, "Where are you from?"

The woman in black was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to pause before she said, "From Xiangcheng."

"I knew it, thank you," Bai Ke extinguished the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and said to Mao Kun, "I'm going to do my homework."

Mao Kun hurriedly responded, "Sister, you go to do your homework first, and if you think it's too noisy, someone will take you to the private room."

After she leaves.

Mao Kun grabbed the man by the collar, "Are you blind, you want to play with my sister?!"

He threw the man in his hand to his subordinates, and said coldly, "Take care of it."

The woman next to her came back to her senses and said in surprise, "Young Master Mao."

Mao Kun recognized that the beautiful woman was a resident singer at the bar. He lit a cigarette for himself, and before leaving, he said, "Xuechun? Remember my number. If you need anything in the future, just call me. There is no blood flow on this street today." Chenghe, you have made great achievements."

He can be said to be very proficient in trying to figure out Bai Po's thoughts now.

**

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, when there were many people in Heishui Street.

Ren's car lined up for a while before slowly exiting the underground parking lot.

In the commercial vehicle, Ji Heng and Ren Qian sat in the front.

Ji Heng held the cigarette bag and looked out of the window silently. There seemed to be a dark shadow in his peripheral vision. He was taken aback, and quickly said: "Stop."

The driver stopped the car.

Ren Qian looked at Ji Heng in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Ji Heng looked at the crowd and shook his head, "Maybe I misread it."

He became silent, and the car drove out of Heishui Street again amidst the traffic, and finally stopped at the alley of Qingshui Street. After Ji Heng got off the car and entered the alley, the car slowly drove towards Ren's house.

After Ji Heng left, Ren Qiancai asked the secretary-general on the co-pilot, "Dr. Gao's teaching assistant returned to you?"

The Secretary-General nodded seriously, "We are still renewing the private rooms in Wanhe Building. I will try my best to make an appointment with Dr. Gao's teaching assistant as soon as possible."

Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan sat in the back seat of the business car.

He endured his doubts all the way, and when he saw them talking again, he looked at Ren Wanxuan, "The Dr. Gao you mentioned..."

Only then did Ren Wanxuan speak: "You should know that there is a big project in Xiangcheng, and there are many people from Jiangjing. This Dr. Gao is the doctor of Jiangjing University who just returned to China."

"What? Jiangjing University?" Chen Zhu almost lost his voice.

There is a big project in Xiangcheng, and he only listens to his parents discussing it, but because the incident involves a second-level secret, he doesn't know the specific content.

But the Ph.D. from Jiangjing University...

That is at least the existence of every national top scorer. How did the Ren family get in touch?

"That's right," Ren Wanxuan knew the seriousness of the matter, so she didn't let the secretary-general say it in front of Bai Po, so as not to hear Ji Heng and Bai Po, "If Dr. Gao is willing to tutor us for a while, or recommend it to Jiangjing University us……"

Xiangcheng Middle School has not had a student admitted to Jiangjing University for many years.

This time it was very hard to apply for a place in the "Jiangjing Preparatory Camp". Even if Dr. Gao couldn't apply for the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp, nearly twenty people in their training class competed for a spot. Everyone is a competitor. Post-exercise questions are included in the normal score.

These exercises are difficult for them, but for Dr. Gao, they are absolutely simple to the extreme.

With the help of Dr. Gao, their chances of winning will reach 80%.

Chen Jia was able to invite Chen Ju to be a guest, and Ren Wanxuan also knew the importance of the Chen family. There was a gap between her, Chen Zhu and Ning Xiao, so she did not hide anything about Dr. Gao from Chen Zhu this time.

Chen Zhu also recovered from his trance, his heart was beating extremely fast, almost jumping out of his chest.

"Thank you." He fixed his gaze on Ren Wanxuan and let out a deep breath.

"We are in the same group, of course we have to advance and retreat together." Ren Wanxuan smiled, not caring.

Chen nodded.

When the teacher told him to divide into groups on Friday, he regretted a little at that time.

Because Ning Xiao seems to want to be in the same group as Bai Po, it's not surprising that they are in the same class.

But now, he is very happy.

Fortunately, he declined the class teacher that night, and he didn't refuse when Ren Wanxuan asked him the next day.

In the front, Ren Qian suddenly thought of something, and said casually: "I remember that Bai Jia is in the third year of high school like you. If you invite Dr. Gao to dinner, bring her along."

Ren Wanxuan raised her head: "Bring her? Why, can she understand Dr. Gao?"

Good night, don't let me find out that you have hidden tickets (oh yes, the character map of Jiang Ge is out, everyone can go to Kangkang, thank you for our Chacharan sister Cheng Ranzi Chuxue and uncle and all the babies, it will be unlocked soon ~)