Ning Xi lowered her head and suddenly bumped into the person who pushed the door in. They faced each other and the door was so narrow.
She looked at him and subconsciously lowered her head to apologize, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she stood aside and let the man walk in first.
Gu Tianchi couldn't help but look at her for two more seconds. Just as he was about to pass her and walk in, a familiar fragrance of lilies hit him, stopping him immediately.
Ning Xi took advantage of the space he made, lowered her head and walked out.
However
When he passed by the man, his arm was pinched by a hand.
Ning Xi was startled and turned to look at the man, "You...what are you doing?"
Ning Xi struggled to break free and was about to pull his hand away when the man twisted his eyebrows and pushed her against the cold wall with his backhand, then kicked the door shut.
"ah?"
Ning Xi screamed, and Gu Tianchi subconsciously covered her mouth, then stared at her and measured her carefully.
As soon as she spoke, the familiar and refreshing smell became more obvious. Yes, it was this smell, faint, fragrant, quiet, just like... like a lily blooming quietly in the valley.
Just by smelling this scent, he could imagine what kind of woman she was, pure and indifferent, dressed in a snow-white dress, so pure and beautiful that she couldn't live in the world.
And she is exactly such a woman.
"Well..." Ning Xi stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, her whole body panicked and at a loss.
In a panic, she couldn't care less, she opened her mouth and bit Gu Tianchi's hand hard.
"Uh!" Gu Tianchi snorted and frowned slightly. Before he could react, Ning Xi pushed him away, opened the door and rushed out.
The man turned around and looked at the back figure quietly for a moment, with lingering fear in his heart.
Is it her?
Could it be the woman that night?
But, how could she be Nangong Zhan’s wife?
The ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up and answered it. The other party was Chu Yang, "President, it's started!"
"Well, I'll be there right away."
After hanging up the phone, he stepped forward to clean the blood on his fingers. Just as he was about to turn around, a woman's handbag on the stone platform caught his eye.
If you look around the auction hall, you will see that there are hundreds of people at least in the dark crowd, and all of them are wealthy tycoons with a net worth of over 100 million.
At this time, we are bidding on an ancient house with a history of two hundred years in the southwest.
The starting price is 2 million, and each number plate is 100,000.
After the auctioneer introduced the culture of the ancient houses one by one, he started to hit the table to start the auction. For the first time, someone raised his hand, and the auctioneer announced, "No. 3, 2.1 million."
Someone else raised the number, "No. 7, two million and two million."
Then, people kept raising placards below, and the auctioneer continued to increase the amount according to the number of placards.
When someone reached 100 million, Ning Xi lost her composure and couldn't help but glance at the man next to her.
He was very indifferent, still staring at the stock market on his tablet computer, as if it had nothing to do with him, and as if he was confident.
Ning Xi couldn't help but ask him: "Is an ancient house really that valuable?"
The man didn't reply or even raise his head. The auctioneer announced loudly, "No. 10, 200 million. Is there any higher number?"
Finally, Nangong Zhan raised his sign and jumped high in one step, "Three hundred million."
Three hundred million?
Everyone present was sighing and couldn't help but turn around and look at Nangong Zhan, muttering, "With the Nangong Group, who else is higher than him?"
"Four hundred million!"
Chu Yang, who was seven or eight seats away from Nangong Zhan, spoke.
Everyone's eyes widened, but Nangong Zhan disagreed, "One billion."
This price almost scared the auctioneer and the auctioneers to the point of fainting.
Ning Xi was even more surprised and stared blankly at the man beside her. She took a breath and reminded, "Azhan, are you kidding?"
Chu Yang raised his sign again, "1.5 billion."
"Three billion!" Nangong Zhan said.
"Four billion!"
"Six billion!"
"..."
Chu Yang didn't dare to shout any more. He held the sign tightly and glanced at the man beside him, "President, do you want more?"
"Get out!" The man's voice was obviously suppressed and forbearing.
Just when the auctioneer was about to make a decision, Chu Yang said, "Seven billion."
"Ten billion."
Suddenly, someone fainted, and the auctioneer staggered, holding on to the table to stand still, with sweat pouring down his forehead in surprise.
Next, Chu Yang stopped raising his placard, and the two-hundred-year-old ancient house successfully fell into the hands of Nangong Zhan.
