My Family Really Has A Goldmine

Mu Liangqin successfully took paid leave.

And under the premise that her paid annual leave has been squandered.

She is not a business backbone, usually rarely works overtime, weekends and weekends, and salted fish at the point. Originally, she told Shen Du that she wanted to take a paid vacation and was just talking about it, who knew it would be realized.

Rumors of internal decay of state-owned enterprises have been heard frequently in recent years, and she did not expect that it would be her turn one day.

Before hearing Rong Rong's scolding of Shendu Capitalists, this time it was an experience.

The capitalists are ... so **** cool.

She secretly checked the price of the citationlongitude jet, then calmly put down her cell phone, and her heart was suddenly magnificent.

I was afraid that something might be broken and put her salary in for months.

Not long ago, Rong Rong's new garage member, that Aston Martin db11 let her sour for a while.

Use a woman's most straightforward vision to describe, that is, the price of a dozen Hermes platinum bags.

Not to mention her fairy grandpa who wanted to store a store for her baby granddaughter and let her lie down as a chartered wife.

Who doesn't want to live in such a worry-free day.

Mu Liangqin can only pray for a good birth in the next life, which will make her salty fish to death from birth.

The flight attendant brought her juice. Mu Liangqin took it with a smile, and wanted to see if there was any pure gold leaf in the juice.

It turns out that this is just a glass of pure, 100% concentrated juice.

It may be because of the luxurious decoration in the cabin that made her a little bit floating. Mu Liangqin did not look out of the wide-angle window. The clouds seemed to step on his feet. The mobile phone can adjust the angle at will, and can even listen to personal radio, and the leather chair that controls the lighting and seat temperature brings her a high happiness index.

Shen Du in the front row has put on the blindfold to take a rest, and Mu Liangqin can finally look at the entire cabin.

The dog banyan originally thought that it would be worn by millions of people would be extravagant enough. I did not expect that the man's luxury is higher than the mountain.

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between the wealthy second generation with and without the right to free property.

Shen Du can buy a private jet at will, and Rong Rong can only borrow and sit with her grandfather.

Most of Rong Rong's property is fixed assets. The real estate and shops with her name written on it, all the luxury cars and high-definition properties owned by her, will not be realized in a short time. You can't buy a private jet for a knife.

In Shen Du's private account, hundreds of millions of liquid funds are allocated independently, and it is nothing to buy an aircraft.

Not to mention the valuation and various financial investments under his name.

No wonder Goong Rong often lamented that she and Shen Du looked at the rich second generation, but in fact they were far behind.

Mu Liangqin hoped that Rong Gou could hold this man firmly.

Then go rich, don't forget.

One person said, the chicken and dog went to heaven.

She had the illusion that she would become Shen No. 1 running dog in the future, and laughed unconsciously.

Dreaming is so good.

Mu Liangqin slept for a few hours with her head covered, and when she arrived at the airport, Shen Du's assistant woke her up politely.

The plane landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

The weather is slightly cooler than in China, but the hot wind blows, and Mu Liangqin, which just came out of the low-temperature cabin, still has a hot bang.

She followed Shen Du and walked into the VIP channel not long after. The foreign staff in uniform took Wei Chen and the duffel bag in her hand.

From the beginning to the end, she only provided Shen Du with her ID number and passport. She didn't even complete the registration formalities, so she was stunned and brought to France.

Bypassing a corridor, several people settled in the lounge temporarily, waiting for the car to come to pick it up.

The staff brought three glasses of champagne, Mu Liangqin took it carefully, took a sip, and didn't taste the fragrance of money. So he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a pretense attitude and looked at the scenery.

Shen Du, sitting on the sofa, took out his tablet and looked at the securities news.

Mu Liangqin watched the scorching sun come down to the plane running on the runway, and finally couldn't help asking: "Assistant Wei."

The man next to him answered, "What's wrong?"

"Are you still understaffed by President Shen?"

"What?" Wei Chen looked at her side by side, all puzzled in her tone.

Mu Liangqin's tone was serious, and it didn't look like a joke: "I hated working for the capitalist the most, but now it seems that I am willing to work for the capitalist for a lifetime."

Instead, a motivated socialist young man listened to this and thought that she had been despised for a long time now.

After all, the university's teacher Ma Zhe's epilogue is "capitalism is bound to perish, and only great socialism can survive."

But Wei Chen is not a serious person. He is rich and rich.

He instantly turned on defense, for fear that the woman in front of him would grab his job: "We are no shortage of people around us."

Mu Liangqin glanced at him quietly: "Can you be a little motivated as a man?"

Wei Chen is not ashamed but proud: "Yes, but it is not necessary."

He is currently a part-time life assistant of General Manager Shen. Although he has contracted out the general chores of General Manager Shen's life, the nearly 30-year-old bachelor does not like playing or playing. Basically, nothing needs to be done after work.

It can be said to be very comfortable.

Mu Liangqin was jealous and envious: "Are you so comfortable every time you fly?"

Nothing like her, grabbing a plane ticket on domestic holidays can cause tendinitis.

"Shen is always a VIP member of Air France and does not require registration. His private jet can directly travel to and from Charles de Gaulle and any airport in Europe. The first-class work team will serve you on or off, whether it is a direct or a transfer."

The purpose of Air France's business flight service is to "please enjoy a relaxed and smooth transit experience, and a high-altitude private and excellent travel experience".

The wine and pastries she drank on the plane just came from Paris's top brands.

Mu Liangqin swallowed: "Did you always have manpower at your disposal? I am quite capable at work."

Wei Chen glanced at her lightly, and Aojiao shook his head: "Shen always has me."

"..."

A running dog who has been poisoned by evil capitalism.

Mu Liangqin's heart fell to the ground with his feet until he got into the extended commercial car.

Shen Du, who was silent from beginning to end, finally said: "I will take you to the hotel first, and you will attend the charity auction two days later."

"Don't tell the dog ... Rongrong?"

Shen Du shook his head: "Don't bother her."

After arriving at the hotel, the tall waitress took her luggage. Shendu seemed to have something else, and went directly by car.

She looked at the smaller buttocks of the car, and lamented that Shen Du had just come to a charity meeting, and she had work to do.

Mu Liang poked Wei Chen's arm: "Your boss has a job, why don't you follow along?"

"Mr. Shen went to pick up his parents." Wei Chen shrugged. "What fun is it that an outsider follows me?"

Mu Liangqin was a little surprised: "His parents are here?"

"Mr. Shen's parents also received an invitation from the Foundation and will be present in two days."

Because there are Chinese artists participating in this charity, there are many big names in China.

Wei Chen sent her to the door of the room and returned to his room.

The capitalist was very generous and ordered a high-rise suite for her. Mu Liangqin went to visit the bathroom and found that the supporting toiletries were all Guerlain. There were also several bottles of simple fragrances next to the dresser.

She had planted grass with Guerlain little black skirt body milk just before she went abroad.

The top notes of bergamot, after reaching the middle notes, have a strong rose fragrance with a strong fragrance.

In a blink of an eye, the woman of Gou Rong was thought of again.

Mu Liangqin sighed, hoping in her heart that she now knew nothing about the rumors of the outside world.

After she packed her luggage, she planned to go downstairs to have a self-help. She had no companion anyway, and she simply went to Wei Chen, who was also doing nothing.

There are not many customers in this cafeteria.

She and Wei Chen chose a more remote location.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to go to the bathroom halfway. Fortunately, Wei Chen was not an elegant nobleman. She calmly let her go and let her look at the plate for herself.

Mu Liangqin found the toilet and sat on the toilet to start meditation.

Occasionally there was a door opening and closing, a conversation with French.

She couldn't understand and simply played with her phone.

Until I heard familiar Chinese.

"An Ning, thank you for inviting us to play in Paris. It really cost you a lot."

From the toilet next to her, the one on the left.

"Little thing, I just want to find a witness."

The woman in the left compartment giggled twice and asked, "An Ning, can you really contact yinel?"

From the toilet next to her, the one on the left.

The sound is also familiar.

After that, the voice on the right also made a soft tone: "I don't know, let me try it."

"This woman is too shameless, plagiarism has been copied to your idol's head." The woman on the left snorted, exasperated: "I really think she is a white lotus that is muddy and unstained, then I ca n’t even look at yinel ’s collection of albums, and I ’m too lazy to mention it. It turned out to be plagiarized. When it was discovered, I pretended not to know yinel at all. An Ning, stand up and help Yinel speak, otherwise she will be suppressed after plagiarism. By then, her brain powder will still be blowing. "

The woman in the right compartment didn't talk anymore.

The left continued to say: "She doesn't know how many navy military drafts she bought. Every day she advertises Bai Fumei on the Internet. Will the real Bai Fumei plagiarize so shamelessly?"

The woman on the right whispered, "It's just men."

"Huh? An Ning, you know? She really has a master? Shouldn't she find a godfather?"

"Don't ask, I don't want to say." There was a sound of water over the voice: "I'm going out first, don't let him wait long."

"Maybe they are playing hot with the little French brother in the men's restroom, An Ning, what do you do?" The woman on the left sneered, tone of tone: "How many normal men have such strong makeup? Really? When he doesn't come out, no one knows he's gay, laughing. "

The woman in the right compartment chuckled: "I don't know. You think of him like that behind your back."

"You are my best friend, I will tell you, don't tell him."

It didn't take long for the sound of flushing on the left.

The toilet was quiet again.

Mu Liangqin covered her mouth and quietly opened the door.

It is said that the women's toilets have a lot of opportunities, but today she was run into it.

After returning to the dining room, Mu Liangqin didn't have any thoughts about eating, and he was thinking that he would see the dog ficus two days later.

When the time comes, the dog banyan comes to clean up the group.

Wei Chen looked at her like she was going to fry, her face confused: "Is there something so unpalatable here?"

"You don't understand." Mu Liangqin lay on the table in a bad tone: "I just met an acquaintance in the toilet."

Wei Chen knew it and nodded: "It's easy to meet acquaintances. I heard President Shen said that Mr. Xiao Rong and Mr. Xu will also come tomorrow. You are friends of Miss Rong, should you know them?

Mu Liangqin was interested: "I know, I am not familiar."

What can they do here? Could it be possible to help the dog Ficus to clean up the group together?

Poor her good girlfriend is still silently bearing the rumors of the outside world.

***

The charity auction organized by the Paris Foundation this year is still held during the Cannes Film Festival and Fashion Week.

Not long ago, Gao Dingzhou in Paris closed, and the heat has not completely cooled down. Many reporters arrived, and the flashing light followed the entrance of the hall to the entrance of the auction hall.

Rong Rong, who is behind the auction banquet, is putting on makeup.

The agent, Faith, stood beside her and brainwashed her constantly: "No matter who takes your painting, you must go to see them and thank you, you know?"

Rong Rong allowed the makeup brush to swipe across his face, nodding his eyes and nodding, "Well, I see."

Finally, she looked up and asked the makeup artist to deepen her eye concealer.

I didn't sleep well for several months, and finally I was completely liberated at the moment I handed in my work.

She all wondered how she survived the primitive life of these months.

Rong Rong held out his hand, dissatisfied with his voice: "Should I return my cell phone?"

"Give you back, but your calling card is still domestic, be careful of traffic."

Rong Rong took the cell phone and Yang said, "Do I care about the traffic fee?"

There was no response to pressing the power button, and the phone ran out of power.

She resignedly dropped her phone.

At this point the stereo sound of the auction hall has been transmitted to the rear.

The auction officially began.

The first to be auctioned is a statue of King Kong by sculptor orlinski.

The sound of the counter kept refreshing, and the whole hall was kept quiet except for the bidders.

The statue was finally bid for 64,000 euros.

Not too high, but not too low.

By the time her painting came out, the auction had gone to midfield.

Yinel's Impressionist oil painting "thesoundsilence", a large open frame painting, a quiet and quiet city scene.

Su An first raised the bidding card.

The host quoted the bid price above.

Then she raised her other hand and said twice as much as her price.

Su An looked suddenly in that direction, because there were too many people, she didn't know who was robbing her.

She held up the sign again: "fiftythousandeuros."

Not far away, Wei Chen looked at Shen Du anxiously: "General Shen, she added again."

Shen Du raised an eyebrow: "Continue."

As soon as Wei Chen wanted to raise a card, he was interrupted in advance by another voice.

"Sixty."

He looked over and the man was sitting in two rows behind him.

It is lawyer Xu.

But for a while, another familiar voice began to bid.

"Eighty."

Xiao Rong always seemed to have made up his mind to oppose these men.

Wei Chen was anxious: "Secretary Shen, can we still add?"

"carry on."

Seeing this pair of paintings is not considered a masterpiece, because the competition of several people, the price gradually exceeds its original market value.

When the bidding price exceeded 100,000 Euros, the bidding price gradually decreased.

But the four people at the beginning still looked like a relay and kept raising prices.

Shen Du finally stopped at the 130,000 mark.

Su An over there shouted 135,000.

He smiled slightly and let Wei Chen drop the sign.

In the end, the highest bid price at the current auction appeared.

135,000 euros, from "thesoundsilence" by Chinese painter yinel.

Mu Liangqin watching silently watched.

If you have money, you ca n’t spend it like that.

Su An was shaking with anger.

As long as this picture is taken, you can see yinel.

But she did not expect that the price would be so high.

She wanted to find those rivals who maliciously raised the price, but stood up helplessly, the hall was full of people, and could not find any place.

At 135,000, I just bought a pass to meet Yinel.

The author has something to say: The price of the Charity Club and the artist's works are derived from the charity auction held by the Ligue 1 Club in Prince Park.

Let ’s continue in the next chapter

These auctions are all compiled by me, very exaggerated, not logical, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously

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Guerlain Little Black Dress Body Milk: The taste is a bit strong, but the bottle looks good