Wen Yao followed the crowd into the venue.

The lights were bright inside, and the host's voice spread through the microphone to every corner.

Wen Yao's seat was towards the middle of the venue. After sitting down, she looked around, trying to identify Zong Zhengqing's position.

After searching around, there were crowds of people, but to no avail.

I had no choice but to give up first.

Now that we have taken the first step, there is no rush for the rest.

After a brief warm-up, the main theme of the charity dinner began - the auction.

The venue was large, there were many people, the atmosphere was warm, and there was thunderous applause.

Wen Yao was just a spectator and was not interested in the auction items until a glass jade bracelet was listed on the stage.

The finest ebony wood bracket is unveiled.

At first glance, the texture of the bracelet is clear and pure, with a gleaming luster under the light. It is delicate and flawless, as innocent and brilliant as a child, and as pure and pure as a girl. It is a breathtaking beauty.

Wen Yao looked at it and thought it looked familiar. She remembered that her cousin seemed to have a similar one. She liked it very much and often showed it off to her.

After the host gave a clear and concise compliment without losing any water, he immediately made the final decision and started bidding.

Prices start at one million.

In just a moment, it was close to four million.

However, the bidding continued.

Seeing that 4.7 million was won, the host repeated for the third time: "4.7 million three——"

The small hammer in his hand was raised high and fell down instantly.

Suddenly a voice broke in: "Five million."

Everyone looked around in search of the sound.

I only saw a raised serial number plate in the front part of the hall, but no one was there.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Wen Yao tilted her head slightly, looking for angles to peek around.

The man whose beard was cut off by 4.7 million yuan continued to bid: "5.5 million yuan."

Then the most exciting bidding session in the venue today began.

"Six million."

"Six million and a half million."

"Seven million."

"..."

The sound of auctions sounded one after another, and the two men seemed to be competing.

One voice was leisurely and slow, while the other voice seemed angry and gradually becoming bluffing.

Soon it gets to a fever pitch.

Finally, the man who had his beard cut off stood up, looked towards a certain place, and smiled a little artificially and reluctantly, "Since this gentleman likes it so much, then I will let it go with the beauty of an adult."

The man who had just shouted ten million also stood up, with the same smile on his face, extremely relaxed, "It doesn't have to be like this. If you like it, you can continue bidding. It's just a fair fight, but no matter how much the price of this bracelet is,

Today is also my bag."

The whole audience was in an uproar after saying this.

Those who understand one of these words can hear the irony. After all, the one with the highest price gets it. Most people who choose to give up naturally go beyond the budget and feel that it is not worth it. In fact, they just don’t have enough money.

The second one is unavoidable and a bit provocative, as if he is playing tricks. Since he is determined to win, he does not care about the price. It can be seen that his family is well off, so he spends so generously, which is really arrogant.

The face of the man who wanted to be beautiful as an adult immediately turned ugly, and it was difficult to vent in public. He smiled perfunctorily and sat down with anger.

I just feel unlucky.

Then the bracelet was auctioned off for 10 million.

Because the bidder stood up, Wen Yao could see him clearly.

It was the man who stood next to Zong Zhengqing and made sarcastic remarks to her.

Now, there was another set of slapping people in the face with strange and sinister intent, which actually made Wen Yao raise her eyebrows and smile.

This guy is quite interesting.

It was also because of this move that she confirmed Zong Zhengqing's location.

After the auction ends.

Wen Yao was waiting outside the hall for the people inside to come out.

I didn’t see Zongzheng Qingren.

Later, I saw a man walking out in a hurry holding the bracelet.

Wen Yao looked at that person, it was an unfamiliar face, a middle-aged man.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, sir—"

The middle-aged man paused, then turned sideways and asked politely: "What can I do for you, Miss?"

Wen Yao looked at him calmly, then said with a smile: "Is the owner of the bracelet in your hand a Mr. Zong Zheng?"

The other party was obviously surprised by her question and calmed down instantly, "Yes."

Wen Yao: "It's like this. I had a little accident with Mr. Zongzheng before. Red wine accidentally spilled on Mr. Zongzheng. I feel very sorry for this. If possible, I would like to express my apology to him in person.

.”

The middle-aged man was Zong Zhengqing's assistant. He knew that his husband had changed his clothes before, and he also heard from Mr. Zong Zheng's friends that there was a woman who acted recklessly and tried to cheat.

After thinking about it, he smiled slightly: "I need to ask your husband about this before I give you an answer."

In fact, the implication is very obvious, indicating rejection.

Wen Yao could hear it, but she pretended not to understand, and instead smiled: "That's good, I'll wait for you here."

The other party was slightly startled, but politely said: "Then I have to call Mr. first."

Wen Yao made a gesture: "Please."

Watching the middle-aged man walk away, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment, he turned around and said, "Miss, please come with me."

In Wen Yao's imagination, what she did today should not achieve anything, but the success and failure each accounted for 50%.

I didn't expect it would go so smoothly, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

The smile on his lips became stronger, "Okay."

It turned out that after the auction, Zong Zhengqing took the elevator upstairs.

"Miss, please come this way."

Turn left and right.

Walking through the long and magnificent corridor, we finally stopped in front of a room door.

Wen Yao held her breath and walked in.

The interior furnishings of a business office reveal rigor and solemnity.

Walking further inside, she saw a person sitting on the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window.

very quiet.

He looked out the window quietly, sitting in a straight posture, not knowing what he was looking at. The angle of his face, his eyes were quiet and deep.

Wen Yao couldn't help but slow down until she got closer.

The other party looked at her seriously, but he also noticed her approach. He turned to look at her and smiled very faintly: "You're here."

Very easy-going tone.

Wen Yao hesitated for a moment, not missing the silent sadness flowing in his eyes. She clenched her fingertips as if her throat was being strangled.

"Mr. Zongzheng."

Zong Zhengqing stood up and said, "I heard from Aren that you have something to do with me."

He poured her a cup of tea and stretched out his hand to signal: "Sit down."

Wen Yao recognized that the Aren he was talking about was the middle-aged man.

Take advantage of the situation and sit down next to him.

The exquisite tea cup was pushed over from the coffee table.

She could smell it from the moment she came in.

Very familiar taste, slightly astringent, rich yet clear bitter taste, rather pungent.

Kuding tea.

As its name suggests, it is the most bitter tea.

She didn't know much about tea, and the reason why she could tell the difference was because her cousin Guan Siruo had some research on tea. Although she was young, she liked to talk about tea and promote health.

Wen Yao was once forced to try tea under the pressure of her cousin. When she tasted Kuding tea for the first time, she was so bitter that she burst into tears. Her cousin complained that she didn't appreciate it.

Later, she also tried it a few times, so she was very impressed.

"Kuding tea."
To be continued...