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Holding the phone, Song Youan deliberately waited a moment before swiping right to answer. Before she could speak, the other party's impatient voice came first: "Ms. Song, what are your thoughts?"

Song Youan calmed down and said calmly, "It's like this, Mr. Chen. I just received a call from another person. His intention is the same as yours, both for this purple chrysanthemum."

Song Youan wanted Chen Fei to be anxious, but Chen Fei was not anxious.

Although Chen Fei was young, he was the chairman of a listed company after all. Hearing this, he said calmly, "Ms. Song, I was the one who contacted you first. You haven't given me any conditions yet. Are you going to sell this purple chrysanthemum to someone else?"

"Of course not," Song Youan said, "but they offered a price that really tempted me. I won't reveal the exact amount. I can sense Mr. Chen's sincerity. Why don't you make a sincere offer? If it's higher than theirs, then the highest bidder wins!"

Song Youan made a feint, trying to make Chen Fei surrender.

The reason for doing this was simple. She didn't know how much this purple chrysanthemum should be priced at, so she fabricated a competitor to make Chen Fei feel a sense of crisis. The price he quoted driven by this sense of crisis must be the highest price in the other party's mind.

Even if it is not, it is almost the same and can serve as a reference for Song Youan.

But she would not consider selling it for less than 500,000 yuan. After all, she would make money by selling a few more cakes.

The other party hesitated for a moment before speaking in a deep voice: "I can offer 800 million!"

Song Youan: Seize the young master?

Song Youan was so stunned that he forgot to react for a moment and almost thought he was hallucinating!

This purple chrysanthemum is actually worth 800 million?

No wonder the system couldn't make an estimate, this was completely different from the price she had estimated in her mind!

She blasphemed the purple golden chrysanthemum!

Looking at the two purple chrysanthemums placed in the living room at this time, Song Youan felt that they were glowing, emitting a light more dazzling than gold!

"Miss Song? Miss Song?"

Seeing that there was no response, even someone as calm as Chen Fei lost his patience and kept calling out from the other end.

Song Youan came back to her senses, but her heart was still pounding uncontrollably. She swallowed and gritted her teeth, "1000 million!"

Woman, your name is greed!

That's right, she's crazy!

When she said the number of ten million, she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body, and she also silenced Chen Fei opposite her.

Chen Fei was weighing the pros and cons.

Song Youan is regretting.

Just when Song Youan wanted to slap herself twice, Chen Fei finally spoke: "Then you have to make sure that this purple golden chrysanthemum is the only one."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I can't promise that."

"Miss Song, what does this mean?"

"Because I have two myself."

Chen Fei:?

After a slight shock, Chen Fei quickly made up his mind: "1800 million, sell both to me!"

Song Youan already had an idea in mind: "1000 million per plant, I'll only sell one!"

This was the first thing she brought back to the modern era from Dazhao, and she had asked for it herself, so she wanted to keep one.

Although the price is very tempting, she is already very content so far. After all, she exchanged one hundred taels of silver for two purple chrysanthemums, which is equivalent to 5 yuan per plant. If one can be sold for 1000 million yuan, that would be 200 times the price!

"I can assure Mr. Chen that I will not sell the remaining plant to anyone!" Song Youan said.

Scarcity makes things valuable. She understood Chen Fei's concerns. If another purple golden chrysanthemum entered the market and others used the seeds in the stamens to reproduce it, the collection value of the purple golden chrysanthemum would be greatly reduced.

"Okay, deal!" Chen Fei agreed!

The headquarters building of Longteng Real Estate is located in the center of Jianye District.

Song Youan walked into the hall holding a purple chrysanthemum. Before she had time to go to the front desk to ask, Secretary Sun, who had been waiting there for a long time, came forward to greet her.

"Miss Song, huh?"

Song Youan nodded.

Secretary Sun raised his hand to lead the way: "The chairman is waiting for you in the office, please follow me."

In the chairman's office on the 31st floor, Secretary Sun opened the door and made a gesture to invite him in. Song Youan walked in without hesitation.

The office is very large, and all the furniture including the sofa is made of mahogany. There are display cabinets everywhere in the room, and the items placed inside are all antique. Even as an outsider, Song Youan can tell at a glance that they are antiques.

"Ms. Song, welcome!"

Behind the desk by the window, Chen Fei hurriedly stood up. Although he was greeting Song Youan, as soon as she entered the door, Chen Fei's eyes fell on the purple chrysanthemum in her arms and did not move away for half a second.

The look was one of surprise, brilliance, and ecstasy.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Song Youan spoke softly, and then carefully placed the purple chrysanthemum in her arms on the mahogany table against the wall of the room.

When I looked up, I saw a lotus painting hanging on the wall, and the seal on it was from the famous artist Wang Chongwen of Dazhao.

She didn't understand painting, but she knew that someone as wealthy as Chen Fei, who was also an antique expert, would not hang a fake painting here.

At this time, Chen Fei was immersed in the shock brought by the purple chrysanthemum. He looked at the flower again and again, wanting to touch it but afraid of hurting the petals. After all, the petals of chrysanthemums have always been fragile.

Song Youan just stood quietly by the side, not disturbing him. Instead, she found it very interesting to see the handsome man in formal attire showing such an expression and posture.

After a while, Chen Fei finally stood up straight and looked at Song Youan: "Miss Song, where did you get this purple chrysanthemum?"

"Mr. Chen, are you worried that I got it from someone else? Are you afraid that others may have extra purple golden chrysanthemums?" Song Youan asked.

Chen Fei smiled calmly: "Miss Song is a smart person."

Song Youan thought Chen Fei would ask this question, and she couldn't come up with a perfect explanation after thinking about it all the way.

"There are only two. It's up to Mr. Chen to decide whether to believe it or not." Song Youan decided to give up and simply not answer if he couldn't answer.

It's better than talking too much and making too many mistakes.

Chen Fei didn't expect Song Youan to say that. He stared at Song Youan with his deep eyes for a long time, trying to see if she was lying.

Song Youan met his eyes without dodging or avoiding. Although she did not answer the question, she did not lie either, so her eyes were fearless and clear.

In the end, Chen Fei nodded helplessly, thinking to himself, who can really explain why the purple golden chrysanthemum, which has been extinct for more than 400 years, suddenly appeared?

Walking to the desk, Chen Fei picked up the phone and pressed a button. The call was quickly answered. Chen Fei only said two words: "Remittance."

One minute later, Song Youan received a text message on his mobile phone about a deposit of 1000 million yuan.

"Ms. Song, remember what you promised me, and delete the video on Doudou as soon as possible, otherwise you may get yourself into trouble." Chen Fei said.

After receiving the money, Song Youan felt relieved and calmed down. "Don't worry, Mr. Chen."

After hanging up Chen Fei's call, she deleted the video on Doudou immediately. Fortunately, it only had more than 200 views, and only her good friend Cheng Muzi liked and commented on it, so it was not spread at all.