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"Guest No. 7 offers 90 million!" At this moment, the auctioneer shouted excitedly, "90 million once!"

Number 7?

Zhou Hechen's expression paused and his eyes changed.

If he remembered correctly, No. 7 was the VIP box.

On a normal day, Zhou Hechen would have chosen to give in, but he had seen Ye Banlan being called into this box before.

Although no sound can be heard, what else could happen if a man and a woman are alone in the same room?

Just because he doesn't want to turn the tide at night doesn't mean that others can pick up what he doesn't want.

Zhou Hechen suppressed his anger and continued to increase the price: "100 million."

The auctioneer immediately shouted: "Guest No. 3 is offering 100 million! It seems that our guest No. 3 also likes Princess Yongning's paintings very much!"

In less than a minute, the atmosphere instantly became high!

The price of this painting changed so quickly that other interested guests hesitated.

"It's too fast, especially the one on No. 7, who increases the price a lot every time."

"I do know the guest on No. 3. He is the second son of the Zhou family in Jiangcheng, but No. 7..."

Until now, no one knows who is sitting in Box 7, including the auctioneer.

But the argument between Turn Lan and Sheng Yunyi the night before was actually heard by many people.

Yan Tingfeng took a sip of tea leisurely and called out the price again: "One hundred and fifty million."

"Brother, calm down, calm down." Rong Yu was shocked, "This is fake. If it really hits your hands, the gain will outweigh the loss."

He finally figured out that because of the previous incident, Yan Tingfeng was venting his anger on Ye Turning the Tide.

But whether Zhou Hechen will fall into this trap is still unknown.

just in case……

"He Chen, the price is too high, don't pay more." At the same time, Sheng Yunyi was also advising Zhou Hechen, "After all, this painting was painted by Princess Yongning when she was twelve years old. It is not yet mature and cannot compare to her other works. No It’s worth the price, the other party has strong financial resources, we..."

Who is in the VIP box on No. 7?

This time, Zhou Hechen rarely listened to Sheng Yunyi's advice. He was as cold as ice and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Twenty million."

"Two hundred million!" Rong Yu became nervous: "Brother, don't go out. He definitely doesn't have as much money as you, so I'm afraid he won't follow."

Yan Tingfeng closed her eyes and rested, but did not respond. She only tapped her palms with her fingers.

"3...Guest No. 3 offered 200 million!" The auctioneer was also shocked, "Is there anything higher than 200 million? Two hundred million once, two hundred million twice, two hundred million three -"

"Two hundred and fifty million." Yan Tingfeng finally raised the price again.

This time it was directly increased by 50 million.

Snapped!

Rong Yu's heart died.

It was over. He had lost count of how many small goals Yan Tingfeng had spent during this period.

"He Chen, give it to them." Sheng Yunyi was shocked by the terrifying price increase of box No. 7, "Maybe it's not him who wants it, but Miss Ye... We are all acquaintances, so we won't argue."

The Zhou family is not as obsessed with calligraphy and painting as the Fang family. If hundreds of millions are spent to buy a painting, the Zhou family will never agree.

Anger welled up in Zhou Hechen's chest. He could no longer restrain his myriad emotions and smiled angrily: "I'll pay 300 million!"

"..."

There was silence.

Many people think Zhou Hechen is simply crazy.

Yan Tingfeng stood up, raised his hand, and opened the curtain slightly.

The light shone in, and Zhou Hechen was finally able to catch a glimpse of the other party's figure.

He was a tall and straight young man. It was a hot June day and the air conditioner was turned on in the museum to cool down, but he was still wearing a coat and scarf.

But the light mouth was too small, and Zhou Hechen still couldn't see its appearance.

"I will pay 300 million." Zhou Hechen spoke again, his eyes cold.

"Guest No. 3 offered 300 million!" The auctioneer dropped the hammer excitedly, "300 million once, 300 million twice... 300 million——"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the price increase for box No. 7.

But this time it was silent.

"Three times!" the auctioneer shouted, "Congratulations to Guest No. 3 for successfully photographing this authentic work of Princess Yongning!"

The frustration in Zhou Hechen's heart also dissipated at this moment.

What about VIP boxes?

Isn’t it incomparable to him?

"Your Excellency is so generous, so I will reluctantly give it up to you." Yan Tingfeng's eyes were meaningful, "Three hundred million dollars to buy a painting of Princess Yongning is well worth it."

Unfortunately, this painting is fake.

Zhou Hechen frowned.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't prepare extra funds this time, so I increased the price a few times casually." Yan Tingfeng smiled warmly, "Not to mention 300 million, I can't even come up with 30 million, and you still have strong financial resources. .”

At this point, how could Zhou Hechen not know that he had been tricked and that the other party was deliberately raising the price!

"you--!"

Zhou Hechen's fists were clenched, and his fingertips turned white from exertion. His anger surged up again, but he could not vent it.

If the other party raises the price, he will give in and cause the other party to bleed.

But in the end, it fell into his own hands!

Yan Tingfeng ignored Zhou Hechen and returned to the box: "Three hundred million, a gift for Miss Ye."

Ye Banglan looked at him deeply.

Yan Tingfeng's ability to control people's hearts is several degrees higher than Rong Yu's.

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On the contrary, this finally gave her heart a slight shock. It was a feeling of meeting an opponent for a long time.

Would love to have a fight.

"Sir." At this time, Binghe came back again and appeared quietly holding a box.

"This is a return gift." Yan Tingfeng motioned to Binghe to hand the box to Ye Banlan.

Ye Banglan picked up the fragments in the box and stroked them gently.

In her previous life, she was born during a war, and her mother was brutally killed by the enemy. King Yan, who was five years older than her, took her out of the palace.

The brother and sister lived together outside the palace and depended on each other for their lives.

King Yan was not good at words, but he did more than anyone else.

When she was five years old, the war in China was completely quelled, and Ning Zhaozong spent a lot of effort to bring them back from the exile.

Later, she moved into the East Palace, was crowned, and became the crown prince of Daning. King Yan also frightened other opposition forces.

After that, he chose to go to the northwest to guard the border of the barren mountains and protect the territory of China.

There are mottled marks on the armor fragments, left by sharp blades.

She could not imagine the cruelty of the war three hundred years ago, let alone the pain King Yan suffered when he died.

Ye Banglan's heart trembled, as if there was a hole in his heart, the cold wind howled in, and even his slight breathing caused dense pain.

This is her blood relative.

He was brutally killed by the enemy.

And when she came to China three hundred years later, she couldn't even avenge them.

Ye Banlan carefully put the fragments of the Black Iron and Golden Iron Armor into the bag and put them away, and slowly exhaled: "It's a very good gift, thank you very much."

Yan Tingfeng's eyes were clear and he said very casually: "Miss Ye also likes Prince Yan very much?"

Ye Banglan looked indifferent: "I like many people, not just King Yan, but also Princess Jing'an, King Qin, the heads of the six sects... I like all the heroes and heroes in the world, regardless of gender."

"As expected of a student of history." Rong Yu sighed, "There are many people who know about them. If you ask me who the leaders of the six sects are, I might not even be able to tell you."

"Where's your favorite?" Yan Tingfeng asked again.

Ye Tuanlan said calmly: "Princess Yongning."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, with a smile in his eyes like a spring water: "It seems that Miss Ye and I have the same preferences."

Rong Yu: "..."

Come on, there are so many people who like Princess Yongning. Hundreds of millions of people across the country have the same preferences as you, and you haven't said a word about her.

Rong Yu stuffed some snacks into his mouth, fearing that he would be beaten violently if he couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

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In Box 3.

Zhou Hechen closed his eyes forcefully, but he still couldn't dispel his anger, and instead became even more aggrieved.

"He Chen..." Sheng Yunyi gently held his hand and said cautiously, "He Chen, it was all intentional. It was not your fault. It was their sinister intentions."

"No -" Zhou Hechen became angrier, and his mind became clearer. He took a deep breath, "I was careless and was fooled."

"He Chen, the other party is quite scheming. I really can't blame you." Sheng Yunyi sighed, "I just asked, you can pay to buy seats in the VIP box. I guess the other party is just a scumbag."

Zhou Hechen pinched his eyebrows.

He was just thinking about how to talk to Father Zhou and Mrs. Zhou.

After failing to cooperate with Quan Zhaoning, Mrs. Zhou was already dissatisfied with him. If she knew that he spent 300 million yuan to buy a painting to make Sheng Yunyi happy, she would have to compare him with his elder brother.

"Fortunately, what we bought is the original painting of Princess Yongning." Sheng Yunyi thought for a while, "After I finish studying this painting when I go back, I can sell it to the Fang family. What do you think?"

Zhou Hechen nodded, looking tired: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

There is no better way than this.

The authentic work of Princess Yongning sold for a high price of 300 million, and subsequent auctions made people lose interest.

An hour later, the auction ended, and Zhou Hechen quickly walked out and came to the entrance of box No. 7.

The Zhou family had not trained him as their heir before. He had not learned much etiquette, so he directly raised his hand to open the curtain.

There was no one in the box, only the tea cup was still warm.

gone?

Zhou Hechen clenched his hands into fists and slammed them against the wall.

He recorded this account.

"Go and find out who is attending the auction at the Nancheng Art Center today." Zhou Hechen contacted his subordinates with a cold expression on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Hechen took a few breaths before leaving with Sheng Yunyi.

As early as ten minutes ago, Ye Banglan, Yan Tingfeng and Rong Yu had left the scene.

"Classmate Ye, do you want to have lunch together?" Rong Yu said with a beaming expression, "I'm so angry that I have to have a good meal to celebrate."

"That's what I meant." Ye Banlan held the phone, "Thank you both for helping me. My teacher wants to treat you to dinner."

"Your teacher?" Rong Yu was surprised, "From No. 7 Middle School?"

Ye Banglan shook her head slightly, took them to a restaurant she had booked in advance, and handed over the menu: "Let's order first, the teacher will be here soon."

Five minutes later, the door opened and Yan Tingyue walked in.

Good morning~~

Sister Lan: Are you surprised or surprised?