After Tang Ruoxue and Qian Jiaxin left, Ye Fan and Han Ziqi also left the auction venue.
Han Ziqi pulled Ye Fan into the nanny car and whispered:
"If I knew that Mr. Tang would have such a big reaction, I shouldn't have provoked her like this today."
She didn't feel anything about whether Tang Ruoxue was angry or not, but she felt sorry for Ye Fan who was affected emotionally.
"It's none of your business. It's just her temperament. It'll be fine in a few days."
Ye Fan smiled and comforted Han Ziqi, and after sending a message to Dugu Shang, he asked Nangong Yan to drive to the Alyssa.
He now knew Tang Ruoxue's thoughts. The reason why he knew that there was Han Mu's grave at Wanghaifeng and ignored the bidding was because he wanted to give Han Ziqi a beating.
Tang Ruoxue wanted Han Ziqi to know that she was not qualified to argue with her about the palace and the mistress, and at the same time, she wanted Han Ziqi to pay an extra 10 billion to teach her a lesson.
Tang Ruoxue's abacus was very good, but she didn't expect that Ye Fan would intervene and disrupt it.
She never dreamed that Han Ziqi would listen to Mark like this. As soon as he gave up, the aggressive Han Ziqi simply stopped.
In this way, she not only shot herself in the foot, but also allowed her to see Han Ziqi obeying Ye Fan's words.
Of course, what she was most angry about was that Ye Fan chose to defend Han Ziqi instead of fighting alongside her.
"Actually, you should have asked me to increase the price."
Han Ziqi looked at Ye Fan with soft eyes: "Anyway, you got my money back for me. I don't care if I spend 30 billion."
The woman at this moment was not as sharp as she was at the meeting, and the eyes behind her plain glasses were only gentle.
She is willing to give everything to make Ye Fan happy.
"That won't work."
Ye Fan looked at Han Ziqi and shook his head without hesitation:
"Although you have the support of Han Changshan and others and now have great power, you have not yet established a firm foothold in the Han family."
"Once you spend 30 billion to buy a piece of land worth 3 billion, even if Han Changshan doesn't get mad, the shareholders will tear you apart."
"They will accuse you of seriously harming the interests of the group, and even accuse you of transferring profits to the auction association."
"In this case, you will be forced to mortgage your shares to fill the account, and 30% of the shares will probably change hands."
"Without this 30% stake that is the basis of your foothold, you will never be able to secure your position in the Life Group and the Han family."
He tapped the car window lightly with his fingers: "So I won't let you follow up anyway."
Han Ziqi looked worried: "But Mr. Tang is angry..."
"Don't worry, she will be fine."
Ye Fan smiled: "Besides, aren't you going to confront her? Why are you speaking for her again now?"
"The main reason is that you are unhappy."
Han Ziqi's pretty face looked a little lonely: "I can see that she has a great influence on you and seriously affects your emotions."
"This also shows that you care about her."
"I don't mind her getting angry, but I don't want to see you moping around."
She shook Ye Fan's hand considerately: "I love the house and the bird."
Ye Fan felt warm in his heart and said nothing more...
"Ruoxue, why did you just shout 20 billion?"
Back at Qian Jiaxin's villa, as soon as Tang Ruoxue got out of the car, Qian Jiaxin chased after her, her pretty face anxious:
"If you add 1 billion to 800 million, that's enough. But when you suddenly add 5 billion, Han Ziqi is frightened."
"Twenty billion, even fools know this is a loss-making business, you'd better..."
"We were originally bidding to make money today, but not only did we get mixed up in the good deeds, we also lost our fortune."
Rather than stepping on Han Ziqi to breathe a sigh of relief, she is now more entangled in getting Wanghaifeng.
The thought of the 20 billion hole made her heart tremble. How could she make up for it? How could she explain it to the Qian family?
Tang Ruoxue suppressed her temper and responded: "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion in this matter."
"If you had some sense, you wouldn't be so impulsive."
Qian Jiaxin's tone was subtly filled with complaints: "Everyone knows that 20 billion is the red line, but you stepped right into it."
"Twenty billion, collect it within fifteen days, otherwise the one billion deposit will be confiscated, and you will be blacklisted, or even prosecuted."
"I can still bear the loss of one billion yuan. If I am put on the credit blacklist, I will hardly have to do business in the future. It will also bring shame to the family."
"The total assets in my hands are more than 2 billion..."
Her facial features were a little distorted, and she regretted it. She would have gone crazy with Tang Ruoxue if she had known better.
Qian Jiaxin also turned to look at Park Yinglong.
But Park Young-ryong, who had been fussy in the morning, was silent now and completely ignored.
"Also, how can that bastard Ye Fan eat everything inside and outside?"
"Han Ziqi was so confused that he decided to give up and increase the price. Why didn't he help us trick Han Ziqi into death, but instead asked Han Ziqi to give up the price increase?"
"This bastard, doesn't he know that this will kill us?"
"He should be lucky that he didn't come back, otherwise I would have broken his legs now."
Qian Jiaxin poured out her anger on Mark again: "I told that bastard to get out, but you just didn't listen..."
"Jiaxin!"
Tang Ruoxue stopped, turned to look at her and said coldly:
"I will take this matter down. For the 20 billion, I will find a way to settle it without causing you any loss of money or reputation."
"I will ask the legal department to give you an early contract later, and you will transfer all the real estate companies to my name."
"I will return all the deposit you paid, and I will take care of all the problems by myself."
"Also, Ye Fan is my man, you have no right to humiliate him."
Her words were very calm, and her words were very emotional. She seemed to have no emotions, but there was a hint of disappointment deep in her eyes.
In Tang Ruoxue's view, even if Qian Jiaxin did not comfort herself, she should have expressed her stance to tide over the difficulties together, but instead she kept blaming herself.
"Ah, you can carry it alone..."
Qian Jiaxin was stunned at first, then ecstatic, and then showed a hint of embarrassment:
"How can this be so embarrassing? How about a deposit?"
The corner of her mouth twitched and she said: "Yes, you use the deposit first. After all, the funds are too big..."
"No, I can handle it."
Tang Ruoxue rejected Qian Jiaxin's kindness: "If the company gives it to me, I will bear everything."
Then she walked across the hall, upstairs, and into her room.
"boom--"
Tang Ruoxue stayed there all afternoon. No one knew what she was doing in the room, and no one dared to disturb her at this time.
Qian Jiaxin did not go in either. Her focus was on the transfer of the company.
As dusk approached, Zhao Bier brought a bowl of hot chicken porridge.
When she knocked on the door, she found that the room had not been smashed, and Tang Ruoxue was not in a rage with her hair disheveled.
She stood quietly on the balcony, hugging her shoulders, and looked motionless at the white cat downstairs.
The woman's anger still remained, but her eyes regained some composure.
"Ruoxue, are you still angry with Mark?"
Zhao Bier walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her back:
"No man is good at anything. No matter how nice he sounds, in his heart he loves the new and hates the old."
"Don't get angry for him. It's not worth it. At worst, he is looking for his own fun, and you are looking for yours."
Apparently she also heard about what happened at the auction, and smiled softly to appease Tang Ruoxue.
Like the new and hate the old?
These four simple words made Tang Ruoxue's eyelids twitch, and she became a little colder:
"Don't mention that bastard!"
She gritted her teeth: "I don't want to hear his name again."
"Okay, okay, don't mention it."
Zhao Bier smiled sweetly: "You must be tired after working for so long, right? I made you a bowl of chicken porridge to fill your stomach."
She glanced at the porcelain bowl subconsciously.
"Thanks!"
Zhao Bi'er's understanding made Tang Ruoxue's pretty face soften, she looked away from the white cat, and took Zhao Bi'er's hot chicken porridge.
Just as she was about to pick up the spoon and drink the porridge, her phone vibrated.
"Ding--"
An unknown number called in.
She put on earplugs to listen, and soon a familiar but calm voice came:
"Tang Ruoxue, I am Han Ziqi, I want to talk to you..."
"Snapped--"
Tang Ruoxue shook her hand, and a large bowl of chicken porridge was poured downstairs, and the aroma was overflowing...
