Godly Fisherman

Only then did Xiao Peng remember that he had put a trace of magic power into Fan Zhong's body, and Fan Zhong's current appearance was created by himself. But he wouldn’t admit it, Xiao Peng smiled: "My brother is right. We have forgotten who you are. What else can’t forgive you? Do you think the master’s words are reliable? This is pure nonsense. Eight ways!"

Fan Zhong is already really anxious. He now prefers to believable. The way the master told him was his last hope. He has to try any method.

Seeing Xiao Peng's meaning made it clear that he was unwilling to talk to himself, Fan Zhong's mind turned sharply. Is there any way to make this Xiao Peng forgive himself?

"Xiao Peng? This name..." Fan Zhong suddenly brightened his eyes: "Boss Xiao, your name is Xiao Peng, right?"

Xiao Peng gave him a white look: "What? I still have a problem with this name?"

Fan Zhong hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, boss Xiao, I have something to tell you. I wonder if boss Xiao is interested?"

Xiao Peng looked at Fan Zhong: "If you want to say it, just say it, if you don't want to say it, why is there so much nonsense?"

Fan Zhong stopped going around: "Boss Xiao, someone wants to deal with you and a star named Fang Qingya."

"En?" Xiao Peng looked at Fan Zhong and motioned for him to continue.

Fan Zhongdao: "Boss Xiao, although my small company is not big, but there are some good stars under him, so I am eligible to participate in this charity auction..."

Xiao Peng snorted coldly: "Talk about the point!"

Fan Zhong made Xiao Peng choke for a while, no longer talking nonsense: "The young generation group in the Shanghai stock market has released a message, today I want to show you and Fang Qingya a good look!"

"Young generation? What do you mean?" Xiao Peng frowned and asked.

Fan Zhongdao: "It's a group of rich second generations who gather together by kind. The one taking the lead is called Feng Jianting."

"Oh, it turned out to be this kid." Xiao Peng then understood.

Yang Meng became a little excited when he heard it: "Why does that kid look good to us? Do you want to do it with us? Leave it to me!"

Fan Zhong looked at Yang Meng, who was a direct victim of Yang Meng’s combat effectiveness. Seeing Yang Meng’s excitement, Fan Zhong swallowed: “Well, I think it’s unlikely that they will do it directly. I'll give a few people a trip during the charity auction or at the cocktail party after the auction. After all, this is an upper-class party in the Shanghai stock market, isn't it?

Yang Meng snorted: "The upper class party? Do all the ill-fated things. Mad, still want to engage in Laozi? Brother will follow all the tricks!"

Xiao Peng waved his hand to Yang Meng indifferently, "Mengzi, what a big deal? How can they deal with us? If we can't beat us, then the money can kill us? That boss Fan, thank you. The news is over, come to me when the auction is over."

If what Fan Zhong said was true, Xiao Peng wouldn't mind dispelling the witchcraft in his body. After all, Fan Zhong was already unlucky enough, but he couldn't just say a few words to dispel him, right? At least see if he lied to himself.

Seeing Fan Zhong leaving with a grateful look, Xiao Peng scratched his head: "How can this charity auction clean up people? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

Yang Meng is really: "If you can't figure it out, I don't want to stop it. It's a big deal, it's simple and straightforward."

When Xiao Peng heard it, well, this fits Yang Meng's style very well, simple and rude.

But in some cases, this method is best.

After the charity auction started, Xiao Peng and Guo Sihua did not sit with Fang Qingya. Fang Qingya sat on the other side with people from their company.

After Xiao Peng told Guo Sihua about Feng Jianting, Guo Sihua didn't care: "Boss Xiao, you are thinking too much about this. You don't have to worry about it at all. Let them toss."

Xiao Peng didn’t understand why Guo Sihua didn’t care so much. Guo Sihua gave Xiao Peng the answer: "Where is this? Charity auction, what can they do? Otherwise, your lot will be left out in the cold, but you don’t have any lot at all, they How to be left out? Otherwise, I will raise the price with you, which is the so-called fighting for the rich. But this is a charity auction, and the auctioned goods are just pictures and colors. How can there be any good things?"

As soon as Guo Sihua finished speaking, he heard the host of the party say: "The first lot tonight is provided by Fengyun Hi-Tech’s Mr. Wan. Let’s welcome Mr. Wan.”

I saw that Fengyun Hi-Tech’s President Wan came onto the stage and said, “The lot I brought to you today is an ordinary watch. This watch is not valuable. A miscellaneous brand watch, but it is indeed the first piece of my life. Watch, I have changed countless famous watches over the years, but this watch has been kept in my collection. I took it out for auction today, which is considered to be my own contribution to the China Children’s Leukemia Charity Foundation."

As soon as Mr. Wan’s voice fell, the audience applauded, and the host also followed up: "The watch provided by Mr. Wan is 2,000 low, and everyone is welcome to bid!"

"Five thousand!"

"Ten thousand!"

"Twenty thousand!"

"fifty thousand!"

People underneath made bids, perhaps because they wanted to connect with Mr. Wan, or because they really wanted to do charity. A worthless watch could easily exceed 100,000. At this time, the bidding speed slowly slowed down.

At this time, Mr. Wan, the owner of the watch, raised a sign: "Five hundred thousand!"

As soon as this price came out, there were no more bidders. Everyone looked at Mr. Wan and applauded. The host also congratulated him: "Congratulations to Mr. Wan for taking the collection at the price of RMB 500,000! Thank you Mr. Wan for his contribution to the China Children’s Leukemia Foundation.”

Seeing this scene, Xiao Peng asked Guo Sihua: "Mr. Guo, what is going on?"

Guo Sihua smiled and said: "This is a scene that often appears in charity auctions. Buying back the lot I gave out is actually similar to a direct donation, but with an additional auction format."

Xiao Peng curled his lips: "Isn't this just taking off your pants and farting? I can only say that the people in your city can really play."

Guo Sihua spread his hands together: "This is the so-called trend. Everyone is doing this. In fact, the most important reason is that you can avoid tax by doing so!"

Xiao Peng felt completely bored, and Yang Meng almost fell asleep on the table.

The next auction will have everything, and some collections are very serious, such as celebrity calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, and some are not worth mentioning, such as my daughter’s paintings, my son’s workbooks, of course, after these things are auctioned, they are all I photographed it myself.

Xiao Peng felt boring in the venue. Just about to sneak out to smoke a cigarette, he heard the host on the stage say passionately: "The next lot is provided by the famous movie star Ms. Gao Xiaoyuan, Ms. Gao Xiaoyuan, has participated There are more than 20 films and TV dramas, creating countless classic screen images. Ms. Gao Xiaoyuan’s lottery is to share dinner with the winners."

Gao Xiaoyuan was sitting at a table behind Xiao Peng. After hearing the introduction by the host, she got up and greeted everyone. Xiao Peng looked at her and found it familiar. She seemed to have seen it on several TVs, but she didn't remember what she had acted. The protagonist? Where did the classic screen image come from? This host is too foolish.

Yang Meng laughed at this, and said in a low voice, "Dinner together? I think the drunkard’s meaning is not in the wine, but in the piece of meat, right? The person who took this probably didn’t think about dinner together, but dinner. Later activities."

What else Xiao Peng wanted to say, Guo Sihua nodded: "Although Mr. Yang said something extreme, it cannot be said that what Mr. Yang said is wrong. Things in the entertainment industry are really hard to say now. Those newcomers are basically Men rely on being tired, women rely on accompany-sleeping. I have seen a lot of these things over the years."

Xiao Peng listened to Guo Sihua's words, and then saw what Gao Xiaoyuan was whispering to a well-dressed middle-aged man next to him. Together with his curiosity, Xiao Peng gathered magic power in his ears to improve his hearing, and wanted to hear what the other side was saying. .

"Boss Cai, it's up to you this time. I don't want to dine with other stinky men. You have to protect them." Gao Xiaoyuan's voice and Xiao Peng got goose bumps. Taking a sneak peek again, Gao Xiaoyuan's little hands were gently drawn in circles on the legs of a man at that age who could be her father. Xiao Peng said in his heart, "I rely on, master. ’

Sure enough, the boss Cai asked Gao Xiaoyuan to draw a circle like this, with a waist: "Baby, don't worry, I will give you this top prize tonight! Tonight's lottery winner must be yours!"

"The lottery winner?" Xiao Peng didn't understand after hearing this, and asked Guo Sihua: "Mr. Guo, what is the so-called lottery winner?"

Guo Sihua smiled: "Boss Xiao, why are you a clever person getting confused? An auction will definitely have the highest price. Those who offer the goods and those who take the goods must be the two most popular auctions. I'm personal. So it's jokingly called the champion. This charity auction is not like an art auction. It is possible for a product to sell for hundreds of millions. In charity auctions, it is generally very high to bid a million.

When Xiao Peng heard this, he showed a contemptuous expression: "The owner who bought a car for tens of millions in Nima, participated in a charity auction and donated 1.8 million to the highest? Really generous!"

After listening to it, Guo Sihua laughed, but did not express his opinion. He just photographed a lady's necklace, which cost only 150,000.

Xiao Peng didn’t know the boss Cai, but he seemed to be a good-natured owner. When a few people just raised the price of dinner with Gao Xiaoyuan to 300,000, he directly paid 1.5 million. I took this opportunity for dinner and set a record for the highest auction price.

"This old guy has a good appetite!" Yang Meng sighed.

Xiao Peng looked at Yang Meng: "Why don't you make a bid? It's okay, I'll give you the money first."

But Yang Meng raised his head: "I don't like this!"

"Huh?" Xiao Peng thought he had heard it wrong, "Is there anything else you can't see?"

Yang Meng nodded: "This is a charity auction. No matter how high the price is, she won't be able to get a penny. You say she is famous? This kind of charity auction does not invite reporters at all, and can only be in small circles. Fame, then what does she want? Just want to sell more expensive in this small circle? With those thoughts, it is better to use it to accompany the director, make a few good films early, and really have fame, but you still lack money This is the standard. Picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon."