Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 271 Auction Shocking Soul

"I've been rebelling you! Girl, what are you doing? Come back for me!" Fang's mother watched Fang Qing slam the door with a small bag on her back, and shouted in a hurry. She felt that she was doing right today, why did they all look like they had taken gunpowder? But then again, if it was really like the boy said, this son-in-law was still good, and she must fight for it. Can he still get rid of a rich son-in-law these days?

Wang Sen kicked the pine trees on the roadside hard to vent his depression. What happened today was too hurting his self-esteem. If he did not have the help of the psychic system, if he was still moving bricks on the construction site, he would probably end up even worse today.

Fang Qing followed him quietly, her eyes were crying red, and Wang Sen's heart softened again. After smashing two bottles of wine on the road, he tore the Naobaijin's packaging box and threw cans into the trash can. Fang Qing had already walked by her at this time.

"What happened today is mine. If you are angry, just let me vent your anger!" Fang Qing cried and Wang Sen sighed, "Forget it, your mother also wants you to live a good life. Let's pretend that something happened today hasn't happened."

"Wang Sen, thank you, maybe I really can't deserve you anymore." Fang Qing rubbed her red eyes and said quietly, "I think it would be great if you were still that little migrant worker and I was still a little nurse."

"What a pity." Wang Sen sighed. If I visit your house as a migrant worker, your mother would have to stuff me into a cage and steam it.

Both of them stopped talking. Walking silently on the street behind the snow, Wang Sen's cell phone beeped. He found that it was a number he had never seen before, so he picked it up and asked, "Hello, may I ask?"

"Wang Sen, I am Wanrong's mother, you Aunt Chen." Chen Yi said in an urgent tone, "Come to the airport now to pick me up."

"The authentic mother-in-law is here." Rhea said, pinching Wang Sen's ear, "You might as well go!"

Fang Qing looked at Wang Sen's back as he was leaving, and suddenly felt that the figure was getting farther and farther away from her. She couldn't help but think that if it weren't for the difference in her thoughts at that time, maybe we might have already gotten together.

For some reason, Chen Yi returned to Fengzhou at the end of the year.

Sitting in the car, Chen Yi seemed to have a lot to say, but when she found Wang Sen was depressed, she couldn't help but care, "What's wrong, my child, I see you are holding your face along the way, and it seems like you have something unhappy. Have you had a quarrel with Xiaorong again?"

"No, Aunt Chen, you're so careless." You can't tell her that she had just been criticized by the mother of another girl! Then she would think that I was indifferent to my affection, but your opinion can basically be ignored, because your daughter only listens to me now.

Today is Sunday. Tang Wanrong is always at home. The door opened. She jumped over and hugged Wang Sen's neck, "Our great hero brings your new mother-in-law back?"

Wang Sen couldn't help laughing. He did take back his mother-in-law and was right behind him.

"Xiao Rong, I'm still so naughty." Chen Yi flashed out from behind Wang Sen and patted Tang Wanrong's shoulder. Tang Wanrong's face quickly calmed down and became cold. She let go of Wang Sen's neck and crawled into her little world in shame.

"What's wrong with this girl?" Chen Yi found that the layout of the house was very different from when she left last time. Almost every room had a bed, and even a long-legged girl watching TV with a popcorn bucket was sitting in the room near the north window. She greeted her politely when she saw her coming in.

"Who is she?" Chen Yi asked, Wang Sen smiled, "Our good friend, Wanrong said that there is still one who hasn't come back."

"It's just a mess!" Chen Yi pointed to the bedding that had not yet been folded on the sofa, "Good boy, he went deep into the enemy so quickly, saying, is this your luggage?"

"Auntie is very careful and admires her." Wang Sen said with a smile. Chen Yi ignored him, threw the box on the ground, grabbed Wang Sen's quilt and folded it up. "You have to take the quilt out to dry it frequently so that you can be healthy. Recently, I heard that you have had a lot of trouble. How about it, you have settled it?"

"It's basically settled." Wang Sen thought to himself that as long as you don't get your little face back from the United States and compete with me for a wife, it's okay.

During the meal, Xiao Yurou knew that this middle-aged woman with a still-like temperament was Tang Wanrong's mother. She smiled and toasted her with a glass of wine. Chen Yi said a few polite words. Before she could raise her glass, Xiao Yurou had already dried two taels of sorghum wine into her stomach, which made Chen Yi stunned.

"Come on, eat vegetables." Xiao Yurou picked up the chicken legs and put them in Wang Sen's bowl. Chen Yi's face was very unnatural. At this moment, Fang Qing finally walked back staggeringly, washed her hands and sat at the table, her eyes were blurred, and tears were shedding on her cheeks, looking very sad.

"Why don't you eat this girl?" Chen Yi looked at her pitiful appearance and immediately felt loving. She picked up a piece of meat and put it in Fang Qing's bowl. "Try it, aunt's skills are pretty good."

"Thank you aunt." Fang Qing raised her head and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her with a kind face. She thought to herself that she should be Tang Wanrong's mother. She took the meat and chewed it slowly, but couldn't taste it.

Tang Wanrong looked at the four people by the table, staring innocently at the ceiling, trying to find the answer from there.

The auction has begun.

Tang Ziqiang sat in the third row and raised the cigarette in Wang Sen. Wang Sen snorted and flipped through a magazine boredly. At this moment, Tang Wanrong walked over with a little unhappy face, "Wang Sen, why are many large companies from other places also coming to participate in the auction? We may not have enough liquidity!"

"It depends on the situation!" Wang Sen put the magazine together and threw it in the empty space in front. He happened to walk past a young man wearing glasses, grabbed the magazine and looked at it, and greeted Wang Sen politely, "Sir, this is your book!"

"It's mine, it's mine." Wang Sen took it back, rolled it into a tube and held it in his hand, and asked casually, "Sir, what kind of group do you belong to?"

"South China Group. We came from Shenzhou." The man in glasses smiled at Wang Sen and sat down. Wang Sen frowned. What about South China Group? Why haven't you heard of it before!

"Wow, they actually belong to South China Group!" Tang Wanrong's eyes lit up when she heard this loud name, and she pulled Wang Sen's arm to give him popular science. "You guy who doesn't like to learn, tell you, South China Group is headquartered in Shenzhou, close to Hong Kong, with fixed assets of over 100 billion yuan. The design industry includes real estate, mining, steel and building materials, coal, fast-moving consumer goods and other businesses, and has dozens of large subsidiaries. It is a Fortune 500 company! It seems that we are really in danger this time."

"So it's an industrial tycoon!" Wang Sen leaned on the back of the chair and smiled, "Don't worry, since their business focus is in the south, I guess they don't pay enough attention to the north, so..."

"Then they will increase their investment in the north and achieve the goal of common development between the north and the south." Tang Wanrong smiled and continued the first and second half of the sentence for him, and his face gradually became melancholy, "I think our chances of winning are really not too high."

"Look, let's talk about it." Wang Sen spread the magazine on his knees and said calmly.

After accounting for the assets of Guangsha Group, it was priced at 1.5 billion yuan, including divesting part of the fixed assets to repay bank loans. Therefore, only a dozen unfinished village-to-village projects were auctioned on the table, an aluminum alloy plastic steel factory, and a batch of properties that had not yet been sold. These properties were bought by Fan Jian from Tang Ziqiang.

"The price is 1.300 million yuan, and each price increase must not be less than 10 million yuan. Now the auction begins!" The auctioneer's hand hit hard, and the venue immediately calmed down. Everyone stared at the fash animation that was constantly flashing on the electronic screen, thinking about how much it would be appropriate to win Guangsha Group.

"One and four hundred million." The representative of the South China Group sitting in front of Wang Sen shouted for the first time. Almost at the same time, Fatty Luo also raised the sign high, "Two million!"

The man in the glasses of South China Group looked at the fat man Luo who was smiling at him with a fat face behind him, and rubbed his nose disapprovingly, "Two ten million."

"Old man, he and us have already made a bid, but Wang Sen has not yet made a bid!" Fatty Luo said in a panic, and Tang Ziqiang smiled, "They are afraid that they can't afford this price. Three hundred million will kill them."

"Three hundred million." Fatty Luo raised his sign again with a sharp voice. The whole audience was silent, and people looked at the electronic screen. The auction started less than a minute. The auction price doubled, and this price also discouraged many small and medium-sized companies that were interested in being involved.

"What should we do?" Tang Wanrong was determined to buy Guangsha Group for 300 million yuan, but Wang Sen shook his head, "Let them fight for it, let's not trespass this muddy water."

The matter is clear. Tang Ziqiang is clearly threatening Wang Sen in the name of fighting against the South China Group. You can't afford to pay for 300 million yuan. Let me tell you that this is my starting price. Tang Ziqiang turned his head to look at Wang Sen and found that he was sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was sleeping. Tang Wanrong, who was beside him, also had starry eyes slightly closed, leaning on his shoulder and sleeping soundly.

"I'm going to sleep and go home to sleep!" Tang Ziqiang was annoyed and snapped his fingers at Fatty Luo, "Add another 20 million!"

"Three hundred and twenty million!" Fatty Luo raised the sign high, and everyone was stunned. The situation in the venue was already very clear. The only competitive South China Group is calling to communicate with its superiors. Tang Ziqiang's high price of 300 million can basically be won, but why did he add another 20 million?
Chapter completed!