Song Xiang also didn't expect that the other party suddenly stopped bidding.
Sure enough, she is still too young.
I felt regretful in my heart. I had been busy for days and was so tired that I had lowered my vigilance and let others fool me.
"Once in seven hundred and ten thousand!"
The auctioneer was very excited and probably didn't expect to catch such a big fish.
Song Xiang tried his best to stay calm, but it was hard to stop feeling hurt and couldn't even squeeze out a smile.
The third hammer was about to fall.
Suddenly, the auctioneer outside the venue stood up.
Song Xiang:!!!
Suman: "Oh?"
"It seems that our gentleman outside the court is determined to win this ring. Let us give him some applause!"
Don't just give me some, give me as much as you want.
Song Xiang was sincere this time and begged that man to take over the pot quickly.
"Off-site bid, one million!"
A sigh of relief.
Suman: "There are so many damn rich people in the world."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party was a rich man.
Suman turned around and saw her actions, and patted her shoulder, "What the hell? You're already so rich. Can you have some structure?"
Song Xiang chuckled twice.
Forget it, that ring isn't even worth a million. With that kind of money, it's better to buy something truly valuable.
The auction continued, and the next few items were also donated by attendees. They were all women's jewelry, and occasionally there were one or two men's cufflinks and the like.
Even if Song Xiang saw something good, he didn't have the heart to raise his sign, and he was wilting the whole time.
At ten o'clock, the auction finally ended.
She didn't spend any money, so naturally she wouldn't get in front of the camera and planned to go through the side door with Suman.
Just as I came down the stairs, I met an acquaintance again, a compatriot.
A woman dressed in jewels, her husband is a Chinese oil businessman in Oslo. She just met two days ago, but the other party was not very friendly, and Song Xiang didn't bother to say more to her.
"Did Miss Rong get nothing?" the woman asked knowingly.
Song Xiang looked calmly and looked behind the woman, "Mrs. Zhao has gained a lot."
"Doing charity, whether you like it or not is secondary, just spend the money." The other party smiled, changed the topic, and said: "But Miss Rong also contributed, but she met someone who was ignorant.
The price is a little too high.”
Inside and outside the painting, it is nothing more than saying that Song Xiang was reluctant to give up money.
Song Xiang was too lazy to talk to such a big-breasted and brainless woman. Her husband had been polite in front of her for the past two days, but she was going to heaven.
He raised his hand to his forehead, pretending to be sleepy, and wanted to get over quickly.
Before the words were spoken, the president of the auction house came over with someone.
"Hello, Miss Rong."
Song Xiang was surprised and didn't know why the president came here. Her first thought was that she didn't spend any money tonight and the president came to settle accounts with her.
The bank manager was very polite to her and pointed sideways at what the waitress was carrying, "Your lot hasn't been taken away yet."
Song Xiang had a question mark on his head, and exchanged a look with Su Man next to him. Mrs. Zhao's expression on the opposite side changed.
Before Song Xiang could take action, Suman went up to check, "Isn't this the ring?"
Song Xiang looked at the president and said, "Mr. Mike, I didn't take a photo of this lot. Did you make a mistake?"
"Yes, Miss Rong gave this lot to the off-site bidder a long time ago." Mrs. Zhao interrupted.
Suman rolled his eyes.
The president smiled, "Yes."
Everyone was confused.
The president turned to Song Xiang, took off his hat and made a gentleman's salute.
Song Xiang was shocked by his battle and continued to be confused.