After three months of continuous rotation, the iron man will be useless, not to mention that Song Xiang is chasing a duck to the shelf.
After finishing today's work, I was already so tired that I almost fainted.
I have to rush to the charity auction, and I really can’t even lift my fingers.
Leaning back on the seat, he still took his mobile phone and entered Yan Han's note in the search box.
Since they missed each other at the airport last time, they haven't been able to see each other. They have phone calls every day, but they are so busy that they are always busy. Sometimes they are both reading documents, so they leave the phone call open and listen to the sound of the other party flipping papers.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so pitiful that I can only read about my boyfriend through financial news." Suman sighed.
Song Xiang shrugged, "Distance creates beauty."
"Put it down. When you stare into the distance, there will be a stern look in your eyes." Suman exposed it ruthlessly.
Song Xiang: "..."
Forget it, I can't speak to the people in the world.
She couldn't escape the fate of being laughed at anyway, so she just looked at it openly.
Yan Han has been in South America for the past two days. He just talked about a local newsletter with a coverage of 40%. Domestic and foreign financial news gave a huge section to report on his success.
Song Xiang felt proud just reading the text across the screen.
Idiot, that's awesome.
The car stopped and Tan Shu reminded him that the time was up.
Song Xiang glanced at the phone again before reluctantly putting it away.
When she opened the door, the cold wind blew in, and she quickly tightened her plush cloak, but the dress was so thin that her lips still trembled from the cold.
Suman followed her, stamping her feet repeatedly, "Quick, quick, quick, come in, come in."
Song Xiang checked the handbag and made sure it was OK, "Let's go."
The two of them walked one behind the other, with a bodyguard in front of them clearing the way. When they arrived at the entrance of the venue, the bodyguard was also responsible for checking the invitations.
"Miss Rong, please."
The guest only glanced at the invitation and took a step back respectfully.
Song Xiang gathered his cloak around his shoulders and entered the stage on high heels, followed closely by Su Man.
As soon as I entered and sat down, it was a little warm, and people in the front row recognized Song Xiang, and turned around to shake hands politely.
Suman leaned to the side and whispered: "You are quite popular now."
Song Xiang took a deep breath and leaned over to respond: "Too much money is really not a good thing. I didn't know what was good and what was bad before."
Suman snorted, "Shit, you think it's too much, give it to me."
Song Xiang laughed softly.
The lights in the venue changed and there was already an auctioneer on the stage.
"We are here today simply to take advantage of others." Suman clicked his tongue.
"If you don't spend money, how can you ask for other people's publication?" Song Xiang said.
With that said, the host walked onto the stage and said a few words next to the auctioneer.
It was nothing more than talking about the organizer and the purpose of the organizer, which was completely nutritious and quickly stopped.
The auction will begin immediately.
The first auction item turned out to be an oriental-style antique white jade ring.
Song Xiang originally just wanted to buy something casually to do the mission. When he saw this ring, he immediately thought of Rong Boye. It was a perfect match.
The starting price is 80,000 green coins.
"It's not expensive either," Suman said.
Song Xiang thought so too. After these days of experience, her concept of money has changed dramatically.
Raise the sign, 150,000 green coins, and plan to win it in one fell swoop.
It stands to reason that in this kind of charity auction, there is usually no deliberate bidding. Song Xiang made it clear and hoped that those present would give in.
Sure enough, after she finished calling, she was quiet for a moment.
On the stage, the auctioneer called the price several times, but no one raised the price, so he started banging the hammer.
Once, twice...
Just as the three strokes were about to fall, the off-site auctioneer stepped forward to speak.
Song Xiang had an ominous premonition.
Suman also sat up straight, "It's over, someone's going to step in."