Outright Favoritism

Chapter 233 My bottom line, 500 million

——Do I need him to give it to me?

Shang Fu chewed Li Qiao's words, and a sneer appeared between his enchanting eyebrows.

The young girl is really hypocritical and greedy for vanity.

At this moment, Li Qiao half-hanged her head, and Shang Fu couldn't see her expression, so he thought, and said with his arms around his chest mockingly: "Since it wasn't Shaoyan for you, is it possible that you won it yourself?

How about you tell me what is the treatment of top members in Venus? "

Shang Fu was sure, but Li Qiao couldn't tell.

Even though she has worked hard for so many years, she is only an intermediate member of Venus.

Li Qiao, what qualifications does she have to be among the top?

At this time, Li Qiao took the invitation letter and turned it around in her hand. She faintly raised her eyes to look at the arrogant and disdainful Shang Fu, and asked indifferently, "Why do you want to tell you? If you are curious, join the top member. I don’t know."

Shang Fu laughed. She was really a sharp-toothed little girl. She raised her eyebrows and continued to mock, "So, you can't tell at all, can you?"

Li Qiao didn't want to waste any more words, and took the invitation letter and waved lazily at Shang Fu, "Whatever you think, I have something else. See you later, Sister Shang."

Shang Fu curled his fingers, and turned to look at Li Qiao's lazily pacing figure, his enchanting eyebrows dazzling.

She wanted to see how Li Qiao would squander Shang Shaoyan's money tonight.

...

At half past seven, dusk was heavy.

The Venus Auction Hall, located in the Congress Center of Nanyang City, looks magnificent in the night.

The statue of Venus stands on the top of the building, and bunches of golden spotlights flash alternately, adding a bit of mysterious nobility.

Not long after, the newest Maserati in red drove from the VIP passage into the underground garage.

Near the parking lot No. 312, a middle-aged man in a British suit stood respectfully.

The car door opened, and a slender tall figure leaned out.

The other party was wearing a black casual suit, and most of his white cheeks were also covered by a black mask, only revealing a pair of black and white deer eyes with a perfect arc.

It is Li Qiao.

The middle-aged man walked forward, bowed and saluted, "Miss."

Li Qiao slammed the door and handed out the invitation letter in her hand, "Uncle Zong, trouble."

Uncle Zong took the invitation letter with both hands and gestured solemnly towards the elevator not far away, "You are welcome, please here."

Five minutes later, Li Qiao took off her mask and sat in an independent lounge dedicated to top members.

On the huge screen in front is a synchronized broadcast of the auction site.

Li Qiao sits in the middle of the sofa, and the fish-white marble table in front of him displays the list and introduction of tonight's lots.

She flipped through it, and soon found the picture of "The Autobiography of the Share God" on the last page of the directory.

It was a small handwritten note in brown leather, which seemed to be the size of a palm, without any special features.

It's not surprising that it passed three times.

At this time, Uncle Zong put the fruit plate and scented tea on the table, saw the page of the list, and subconsciously asked: "Miss, apart from this autobiography, are there any other auctions that are relevant?"

Li Qiao tapped the corner of the table with her fingertips, and looked forward to other introductions, "How much money is left in my fund pool?"

Uncle Zong quickly took out Venus's special phone from his arms, turned on the screen and handed it to Li Qiao, "Currently there are still 700 million."

"Well, let's tentatively determine this autobiography, my bottom line, 500 million."

Li Qiao pointed to the introduction of the autobiography in a calm and indifferent tone.

Hearing this, Uncle Zong flashed his mind and frowned and suggested: "Miss, will it be too high? The origin of this autobiography is unknown. Although it has entered Venus, it may not be anyone bidding."

Venus Auction House has ultra-high confidentiality measures for customer privacy.

Bidders who have entered the ranks of top members do not need to show up and bid anonymously.

Just inform the butler of Venus of the bottom line price, and the details of the auction site can be watched live on the screen.

As Li Qiao’s proxy butler, according to his years of experience, this autobiography is not worth 50 million.

At this time, Li Qiao took the flower tea on the table and blew it to her mouth. She took a sip, her eyes overflowing with excitement, "Uncle Zong thinks that there will be no one to take pictures of things that can enter Venus? , It’s the last one to play tonight."

"This..." Uncle Zong was dumb, and suddenly recalled the discussion of autobiography by many bidders during this period. Maybe... it's not necessarily true.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him, with a final word, "The bottom line price should be 500 million. If there is a change in the middle, I will let you know at any time."

"Okay, then I will prepare first."

Before Uncle Zong left, he deliberately tested the intercom headset with Li Qiao to confirm that the signal was normal, and then he turned back and left the lounge.

In the lounge near Baiping, Li Qiao was bored and looked at the opposite screen.

After a while, she took the remote control from the table and switched the live broadcast to the entrance of the Venus Hall.

Member auction houses, the more distinguished their status, the more privileges they can enjoy.

For example, as a top member, Li Qiao can see all the middle and low-level members walking the red carpet through the broadcast screen.

At this moment, at the entrance of Venus Hall, many bidders came one after another on the long red carpet.

Men's suits and leather shoes, women's temples are fragrant.

It was like attending a feast of wealthy elites, many of them were political and business celebrities in Nanyang City, and the scene was unprecedented.

Li Qiao watched for a while, and suddenly found a few familiar figures in the crowd.

Oh, Shang Fu is here.

Oubai, who just won the actor award, is also here.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, Ou Bai actually wanted to go to the front door, isn't he still a top member?

At this time, Li Qiao's gaze fell on Shang Fu, wearing a champagne-colored fishtail skirt, slim and noble, walking alone on the red carpet attracted the attention of many men.

She seemed to enjoy it, and occasionally stroked her long hair, charming and enchanting.

Li Qiao raised her mouth slightly, her smile gradually deepening.

...

At eight o'clock, the auction officially began.

Zhang Yong, a well-known auctioneer in the industry, stood in front of the stage and described a large opening remark that exaggerated the atmosphere.

The auction hall on the upper and lower floors of Venus was full at this time.

Li Qiao is not interested in other lots. According to the order of the list, "The Autobiography of the Stock God" is the last lot to appear.

She nestled into the sofa, took a piece of fruit cut and put it in her mouth, watching the live broadcast with disinterest.

At this moment, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

Li Qiao glanced, answered and pressed the speakerphone, "What's the matter?"

The call was from Fu Luting.

He has been busy in the affiliated hospital recently, but he didn't go to the laboratory much.

At the end of the receiver, Fu Luting's voice was slightly low, as if deliberately lowered his tone, "Are you free tomorrow weekend?"

"What's the matter?" Li Qiao asked quietly, rubbing his finger at the tea cup.

(End of this chapter)