When the God of Wealth reached 130 million, the old man and the other two bidders hesitated.
The profit from the appreciation of this painting has been taken away by the old lady.
Now after some bidding, the price has gone up by another 100 million.
If I bought this painting for 130 million, I am afraid it will be difficult to sell it at this price again within ten years.
If you continue to bid, you will only lose more money.
After several people hesitated for a few seconds, they immediately gave up and continued bidding.
There was silence in the venue.
The excited auctioneer held the small hammer in his hand, his palms already sweating, "One hundred and thirty million, is there a price higher than one hundred and thirty million?"
However, no one answered his words.
Time passed quickly.
The time will soon come.
The auctioneer raised his hammer and shouted loudly:
"One hundred and thirty million times!"
"Twice a hundred and thirty million!"
"One hundred and thirty million three times!"
"make a deal!"
Bang!
As the small hammer hit hard, Tang Yin's "Spring Mountain Companion Picture" was finally sold for 130 million.
"yeah!!"
Xia Yunlong was so excited that he almost jumped up.
With this money, he can regain his status as a second-generation rich man and continue to live a life of debauchery.
Soon, the God of Wealth got up and prepared to pay for the painting.
Xia Zhiruo glanced at the God of Wealth subconsciously.
A middle-aged man in his forties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a somewhat chubby figure and a round face. At first glance, he looked like a rich man who was greedy for his wealth.
"...Husband, let's go."
Xia Zhiruo said softly.
Although she stopped Ye Longyuan from continuing to bid, she still felt uncomfortable seeing her father's relics being bought by others.
"Um."
Ye Longyuan could see Xia Zhiruo's unwillingness.
But now that the matter was over, nothing more was said.
Instead, I thought about waiting for the right opportunity to take out this painting and give it to Xia Zhiruo to give her a surprise.
"This kid, I don't know where he got the information, so he spent money to buy this painting."
Ye Longyuan looked at the back of the God of Wealth, smiled and shook his head.
"Husband, what are you going to say again?"
"Nothing, let's go."
Ye Longyuan took Xia Zhiruo's slender waist and walked outside.
"Hmph, you come here to show off when you don't have money to auction, it's really rubbish."
Xia Yunlong looked at Ye Longyuan's back and snorted heavily, "Don't let me seize the opportunity in the future. When you fall into my hands, I will deal with you!"
"Okay!"
Xia Yuan frowned slightly and said: "Yunlong, it's important to go and do business first. As for Ye Longyuan, don't mess with him again in the future!"
Although they all disliked Ye Longyuan, they also knew very well that they could not defeat Ye Longyuan at all.
Especially Xia Yunlong, he did things recklessly, and Xia Yuan was afraid of what he was doing.
"I know, Dad!"
Xia Yunlong immediately changed his appearance and said with a smile, "I just have a taste for words, so I won't be so stupid as to really go to trouble that boy Ye Longyuan. He is just a lunatic, huh!"
Then the family went to the class to go through the formalities.
Deduct the handling fee.
Another six million was spent to buy a white dragon jade pendant.
In the end, I got 120 million.
"Damn, the auction house is really making money. For 130 million items, the handling fee is 4 million."
After seeing the money in hand, Xia Yunlong couldn't help but curse.
"Didn't you know from the beginning? There is a 3% handling fee..."
The old lady glared at her son and said, "Whichever jade pendant you bought will cost six million. Okay, don't make such a fuss!"
"Well."
Xia Yunlong suddenly became honest.
…
the other side.
Ye Longyuan and Xia Zhiruo had just left the hotel when they were surrounded by a group of people.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and holding a cigar. He was bloated and dark-skinned. While smoking a cigar, he said angrily: "You hit my son?"
"Mr. Zhao, he was the one who injured Mr. Yu!"
One of Zhao Yu's companions followed the middle-aged man and pointed at Ye Longyuan.
This dark, fat middle-aged man is Zhao Yu’s father, Zhao Qiangjun.
Unlike those family businesses, Zhao Qiangjun started from scratch and did a lot of bloody things when he was young.
The identity and status we have today are achieved through strong and ruthless methods.
Moreover, Zhao Yu is Zhao Qiangjun’s only son.
"I see."
After confirming that Ye Longyuan was the murderer who hurt his son, Zhao Qiangjun waved his hand to signal Zhao Yu's partner to shut up.
Then he looked at Ye Longyuan and Xia Zhiruo with unkind expressions.
"She is indeed a beautiful woman. She must be jealous of this woman, right?"
Zhao Qiangjun looked Xia Zhiruo up and down, and he couldn't help but have some evil thoughts in his heart. Facing such a stunning beauty who was alluring the country, he himself was tempted, let alone his dandy son.
"how?"
Ye Longyuan was also staring at Zhao Qiangjun.
He took one step forward, guarding Xia Zhiruo behind him, "Do you want to stand up for your son? Or are you here to apologize for your son?"
"Apologise? I think you're seeking death by riding a horse!"
Zhao Qiangjun didn't expect Ye Longyuan to speak like this, and he immediately got angry and roared, "I'll break your legs first and let you know the price you will pay for messing with my son, Zhao Qiangjun! As for this woman, I also
Take her away!"
After saying that, he waved his arm violently.
A dozen thugs with weapons behind him rushed towards Ye Longyuan.
"I don't know what it means."
Ye Longyuan snorted lightly and asked Xia Zhiruo to take a few steps back and block her entire body in front of him.
"Destroy this man and take the woman back!"
Zhao Qiangjun stared at Xia Zhiruo with narrowed eyes and shouted sharply.
Before he finished speaking, several people rushed in front of Ye Longyuan. The leader, a bald man, held a bat and smashed it down hard.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound.
But instead of hitting the person with the bat, Ye Longyuan kicked the bald man in the stomach.
The latter screamed and his body flew out instantly.
After knocking down three or four people behind him in succession, Baldhead held his stomach and hunched over like a shrimp, vomiting non-stop.
"Damn it, come on!"
Seeing that his bald head was kicked away, Zhao Qiangjun continued to shout: "Just be ruthless and cripple this kid. I will reward you each with a hundred thousand."
"superior!"
The others were originally afraid, but when they heard what Zhao Qiangjun said, they immediately felt fearful and rushed forward again with their weapons in hand.
"court death!"
Ye Longyuan snorted lightly, no longer defending, but chose to take the initiative to attack.
I saw him flashing, his body seemed to be pulling up many phantoms, and he disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd.
Then, one punch at a time, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, knocking the people they were beating up on their backs.
As for the attacks of these gangsters, they couldn't even touch the corners of Ye Longyuan's clothes.
Ten seconds!
In just ten seconds, these people were all lying on the ground.
"Now, it's your turn!"
Ye Longyuan clapped his hands gently, as if dusting them off, "Just now, you said you wanted to cripple me, right?"