Outright Favoritism Chapter 233: : My bottom line, five hundred million

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——Do I need him to give it to me?

Shang Fu chewed on Li Qiao's words, and a trace of ridicule appeared between his enchanting brows and eyes.

The young girl is really hypocritical and greedy for vanity.

At this time, Li Qiao half-dipped her head, and Shang Fu couldn't see her expression, so he thought, and sneered with his hands around his chest, "Since it wasn't for Shaoyan to give it to you, is it possible that you won it yourself?"

Why don't you tell me what is the treatment of top members in Venus? "

Shang Fu is sure, Li Qiao can't tell.

Even she has worked hard for so many years, but she is only an intermediate member of Venus.

Li Qiao, what qualifications does she have to be at the top?

At this time, Li Qiao took the invitation letter and turned it around in her hand, faintly raised her eyes to look at Shang Fu, who was arrogant and disdainful, and asked indifferently, "Why do you want to tell it to you? If you are curious, myself You won’t know if you join a top member."

Shang Fu laughed. She was really a sharp-toothed little girl. She raised her eyebrows and continued to mock, "So, you can't tell at all, can you?"

Li Qiao didn't want to waste any more words, and took the invitation letter and waved lazily at Shang Fu, "Whatever you think, I have something to do. See you later, Sister Shang."

Shang Fu curled his fingers, turned to look at Li Qiao's lazily pacing figure, and dazzled her eyebrows.

She wants to see how Li Qiao is going to squander Shang Shaoyan's money tonight.

……

At half past seven, dusk is heavy.

The Venus Auction Hall, located in the Congress Center of Nanyang City, looks magnificent in the night.

The statue of Venus stands on the top of the building, and bunches of golden spotlights flash alternately, adding a bit of mystery and nobility.

Not long after, the newest Maserati in red drove into the underground garage from the VIP passage.

Near the parking lot numbered 312, a middle-aged man in a British suit stood respectfully.

The car door opened, and a slender and tall figure leaned out.

The other party was wearing a black casual suit, and most of his white cheeks were also covered by a black mask, only showing a pair of black and white deer eyes with a perfect arc.

It is Li Qiao.

The middle-aged man walked forward, bowed and saluted, "Miss."

Li Qiao slammed the door and handed out the invitation letter in her hand, "Uncle Zong, trouble."

Uncle Zong took the invitation letter with both hands and gestured solemnly towards the elevator not far away, "You are welcome, please here."

Five minutes later, Li Qiao took off her mask and sat in an independent lounge exclusively reserved for top members.

On the huge screen in front, is a synchronized broadcast of the auction site.

Li Qiao sits in the middle of the sofa. On the fish-white marble table in front of her, there is a list and introduction of tonight's lots displayed.

She flipped through it, and soon found the picture of "The Autobiography of the Share God" on the last page of the directory.

It was a small brown leather handwritten note, which seemed to be the size of a palm, with no special features at all.

It’s not surprising that I passed the shoot three times.

At this time, Uncle Zong put the fruit plate and scented tea on the table, saw the page of the list, and subconsciously asked: "Miss, besides this autobiography, are there any other auctions in the picture?"

Li Qiao tapped the corner of the table with her fingertips, and looked forward to other introductions, "How much money is left in my fund pool?"

Uncle Zong quickly took out Venus's special phone from his arms, turned on the screen and handed it to Li Qiao, "Currently there are still 700 million."

"Well, let me tentatively decide this autobiography, my bottom line, 500 million."

Li Qiao pointed to the introduction of the autobiography in a calm and indifferent tone.

Hearing this, Uncle Zong blinked, frowning and suggesting: "Miss, is it too high? This autobiography is of unknown origin. Although it has entered Venus, there may not be anyone bidding."

Venus Auction House has ultra-high confidentiality measures for customer privacy.

The bidders who have entered the ranks of top members do not need to show up and bid anonymously.

Just inform the butler of Venus of the bottom line price, and the details of the auction site can be watched live on the screen.

As Li Qiao’s proxy butler, according to his years of experience, this autobiography is not even worth 50 million.

At this time, Li Qiao took the scented tea on the table and blew it to her mouth. She took a sip, her eyes were full of excitement, "Uncle Zong thinks that no one will shoot anything that can enter Venus. Isn’t it? And, it’s the last one to appear on stage tonight."

"This..." Uncle Zong was dumb, and suddenly recalled the discussion of autobiography by many bidders during this period. Maybe... it's not necessarily true.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him, and said, "The bottom line price should be 500 million yuan. If there is a change in the middle, I will tell you at any time."

"Okay, then I will prepare first."

Before Zong Shu left, he deliberately tested the intercom headset with Li Qiao to confirm that the signal was normal, and then he turned back and left the lounge.

In the lounge near Baiping, Li Qiao was bored and looked at the screen on the opposite side.

After a while, she took the remote control from the table and switched the live broadcast to the entrance of the Venus Hall.

A membership auction house, the more distinguished the status, the more privileges it can enjoy.

For example, as a top member, Li Qiao can see all the middle and low-level members walking on the red carpet through the broadcast screen.

At this moment, at the entrance of Venus Hall, many bidders came one after another on the long red carpet.

Men's suits and leather shoes, women's temples are fragrant.

It's like attending a feast of rich and powerful people, among them, there are many political and business celebrities in Nanyang City, and the scene is unprecedented.

Li Qiao watched for a while, and suddenly found a few familiar figures among the crowd.

Oh, Shang Fu is here.

Obei, who just won the actor award, is also here.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise. Oubai actually wanted to go to the front door. Isn't he still a top member?

At this time, Li Qiao's gaze fell on Shang Fu, wearing a champagne-colored fishtail skirt, slim and noble, walking alone on the red carpet attracted the attention of many men.

She seems to enjoy herself, occasionally twirling her long hair, charming and enchanting.

Li Qiao raised her mouth slightly, her smile gradually deepening.

……

At eight o'clock exactly, the auction officially began.

The industry's famous auctioneer Zhang Yong stood in front of the stage and gave a large opening remarks that exaggerated the atmosphere.

The auction venue on the upper and lower floors of Venus was full at this time.

Li Qiao is not interested in other lots. According to the order of the list, "The Autobiography of the Stock God" is the last lot to appear.

She nestled into the sofa, took a piece of fruit cut and put it in her mouth, watching the live broadcast with uninterestedness.

At this moment, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

Li Qiao glanced, answered and pressed hands-free, "What's the matter."

The call is from Fu Luting.

He has been busy in the affiliated hospital recently, but he didn't go to the laboratory much.

At the end of the receiver, Fu Luting's voice was slightly low, as if he deliberately lowered his tone, "Are you free tomorrow weekend?"

"What's the matter?" Li Qiao asked quietly, rubbing her finger at the tea cup.