Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

The auction attracted wealthy people from all over the country. An Nansheng entertained some guests before being led to the box on the second floor.

The waiter brought refreshments:

"Mr. An, I brewed this Mingqian tea specially for you."

Song Ke put a generous tip on the other person's tray.

"Thank you, Mr. An. Enjoy your meal."

Although something unpleasant had happened just now, An Nansheng didn't take it to heart since he had taken revenge on the spot.

On the coffee table in front of me was a brochure introducing today's auction items.

The booklet was beautifully made and had an antique feel. She picked it up and flipped through it.

There were several auction items that she had her eye on for a long time, including a string of emerald Buddhist beads. Mrs. An's birthday was approaching, and she planned to buy it as a birthday present for the old lady.

There is also an ancient house, which is described as the residence of a high-ranking official more than a hundred years ago.

In fact, it was the ancestral house of An's mother. It was lost in the early years. Now that she had the opportunity, she must buy it back.

An Nansheng came back specifically for this house.

There are also a few pieces of jewelry and antiques that you can buy if the price is right.

"I'll take a nap, then start calling me."

Next door, Jian Muye also entered the box in a somewhat awkward posture.

Fang Zhuo whispered a reminder:

"Mr. Jian, Mr. An is next door."

Jian Muye got angry when he heard the name, and the instep of his feet seemed to hurt even more.

The auction has begun.

While half asleep, An Nansheng suddenly heard Ye Luoer's sweet voice:

"Brother Makino, that string of beads is so beautiful."

Jian Muye looked at the next door and said loudly:

"As long as Luo'er likes it, I will buy it for you."

In the past, whenever he was nice to Ye Luoer, An Nansheng would get jealous and make a fuss.

So he deliberately disgusted her and said even louder:

"Fang Zhuo, no matter how much it costs, you must buy the beads."

An Nansheng couldn't help but roll his eyes and glanced at the large screen opposite him. It was just a string of beads worn by ancient people. Things like this were usually dug out from coffins. Just thinking about it made him shudder.

She knew that Jian Muye was deliberately disgusting her, so she ignored him and continued to sleep.

In the end, Jian Muye bought the string of pearls at three times the price.

But there was no reaction from the neighbors.

Jian Muye felt like he had punched cotton. After the divorce, An Nansheng took him less and less seriously.

The instep of his feet would occasionally sting, and Jian Muye became more and more depressed.

An Nansheng, you have guts.

After a while, a string of emerald Buddhist beads appeared on the big screen.

Song Ke quickly woke up An Nansheng.

The starting price of the Buddhist beads is 30 million.

When the time came, An Nansheng directly raised the price to 100 million.

She was a little nervous. She was not afraid of others, but she was afraid that Jian Muye would cause trouble.

Sure enough, Jian Muye next door raised the sign.

"One hundred and fifty million."

The whole audience was in an uproar. How could people play like this?

Listening to the discussions downstairs, Jian Muye could guess the expression on An Nansheng's face at the moment. He must be so angry that his eyes were wide open.

He felt relieved at the thought of finally making her suffer a setback.

An Nansheng was really angry. Jian Muye was clearly taking revenge for the kick she had just given him outside.

Song Ke looked nervous:

"Boss An, what should we do?"

An Nansheng's face darkened: "Two hundred million."

As soon as the price came out, there was another fluctuation downstairs.

Jian Muye was also stunned:

"Is An Nansheng crazy? How dare a woman like her do this?"

This means she wants to confront him head-on. Doesn't this woman know what it means to show weakness?

Jian Muye was both angry and annoyed. An Nansheng was really not the same An Nansheng as before.

A feeling of being out of control gripped his heart tightly, making him panic.

Fang Zhuo asked: "Boss Jian, should we add more?"

As a qualified general assistant, Fang Zhuo risked his life to remind:

"Our target collection today is..."

Thinking of the purpose of coming to the auction today, Jian Muye calmed his mind.

I almost missed something big.

When he stopped, An Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter why Jian Muye wanted to snatch the Buddhist beads from him, she didn't care and bought them smoothly.

As the highlight of today's collection, the ancient house received a lot of attention when it was unveiled.

This is a three-story house located in a park. The environment is quite good, and it is truly quiet in the midst of a bustling city.

Now that the park is not doing well, they are putting this old house up for auction.

Starting price: 100 million.

An Nansheng looked at the ancient house on the big screen and couldn't help getting excited.

Song Ke glanced at the person next to him worriedly:

"Boss An, what if Boss Jian makes trouble again?"

An Nansheng rubbed his temples. "This house won't be cheap, and it's useless to him. Even if he wants to cause trouble, he will think twice. After all, no one's money comes from the wind."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhuo's voice suddenly rang out from next door:

"Five billion."

The slap in the face came so quickly that An Nansheng's face changed drastically.

Jian Muye, you bastard, you don’t do anything.