Life With You

In the past, before Song Yuanqing's accident, Song Xi was taught to be restrained, and she was not a high-profile person who liked to show off, so she got the reputation of being aloof and difficult to get along with.

But now, with George Sheng as her backstage, she can do whatever she wants without any scruples. With him holding her up even if the sky falls, Song Xi feels an unprecedented sense of comfort and security. If it weren't for the auction that was about to begin. , she must hide and call him, so she is so tired.

The auction was held in the banquet hall, and there were a variety of things on display. There were cloud-patterned lacquer tripods unearthed from the Mawangdui Han Tomb in the distance, and doll ornaments from famous contemporary designers nearby. Limited edition of fifty bottles of perfume.

There is nothing that cannot be seen here. If it is not illegal, they dare to auction pandas.

The base price of these items ranges from 20,000 to 300,000 yuan, while the cheaper ones start at 60,000 to 70,000 yuan. Each person has a sign in his hand, which is determined by the auctioneer on the spot, and the price is determined by raising the sign once.

Song Xi and Chang Jingle were sitting together. The auction items were on display above, and the two were chatting quietly below.

Song Xi said: Please help me find out what they like, like Yuan Bao, Ruan Boyan, Jiamin, and, by the way, Tong Hao. You know them better than I do. You have a mission, so don't be distracted.

Chang Jingle said with a smile: Monk Qiao is paying the bill, so we're not polite. The most expensive one in the whole room will be mine later.

Song Xi scolded: Don't call him a monk, what will happen to me?

Chang Jingle joked: Is this a way to protect your shortcomings?

Song Xi said: Who told you not to have a girlfriend? If you had one, someone would speak for you.

Chang Jingle said: I'm waiting for you to introduce me. Do you have any beautiful best friends around you?

Song Xi responded decisively: Our friendship is a friendship. If you want anything else, I will give it away. I won't give it to anyone else.

Chang Jingle heard the deliberate undisguised precaution in her words, and asked with a half-smile, What's wrong with me? After all, I have a dignified appearance, but I'm like a pit of fire when I'm here.

Song Xi said: You are very self-aware.

Chang Jingle couldn't help laughing and whispered: It must be Monk Qiao who is telling you bad things about me behind your back.

Song Xi secretly thought, what should I say with George Sheng? First of all, he doesn't like to gossip behind his back. Secondly, she saw that Chang Jingle was surrounded by women all the time. Not to mention that there were only a few singles around her, and even if there were many, they wouldn't introduce them to him. .

A Tang Dynasty blue glazed incense was on display on the stage, with an asking price of 250,000 yuan, and an additional 50,000 yuan for each time the card was raised.

Chang Jingle said: This is very good, Ruan Ruan will like it.

Hearing this, Song Xi held up his sign, and the auctioneer on the stage extended his hand to signal: No. 23, three hundred thousand.

Two seconds later, the auctioneer pointed to the other side: No. 10, three hundred and fifty thousand.

Song Xi did not turn her head, but knowing that No. 10 was Jiang Jiayi, her expression remained unchanged as she raised her sign again.

No. 23, four hundred thousand.

No. 10, four hundred and fifty thousand.

On the 23rd, five hundred thousand...

Everyone present could see that Jiang Jiayi and Song Xi were fighting. Of course, this was not the first time, so everyone watched the excitement.

The two of them went back and forth, Song Xi held up the sign until he was tired, and the price just rose to one million.

On the 23rd, one million! Is there anything more than one million?

Jiang Jiayi did not raise her card again, and Lan Liuli Aromatherapy was won by Song Xi.

The auctioneer once again announced that all funds raised tonight will be donated to impoverished mountainous areas for the Hope Project.

There were lazy applause all around, and Song Xi muttered in a low voice: 80% of the people are going to scold me for spending so much money on an aromatherapy diffuser. I'm out of my mind.

Chang Jingle's eyes sparkled, he smiled lightly, and replied nonchalantly: Ten out of ten people sitting here are here to join in the fun. Who is here to really buy things? It's just to watch. If you are unhappy, grab someone's things, compete with others for having more money in their pockets, compete with others for being more arrogant, and spend money to have fun.

Chang Jingle can be regarded as a straight-tempered person, that's the reason. This group of people are not nouveau riche, but they have been grudges against each other for a long time. They usually hinder all parties and do not openly fight against each other, but they want to buy more clothes for the children. A pencil case, that would be easier to say. I scolded my mother for selling batches in my heart, but also had a smile on my face.

After Lan Liuli Aromatherapy, Song Xi took pictures of two more things in succession and sent them to Yuanbao and Huo Jiamin respectively. The total of the three things was less than 3 million.

The auctioneer frequently took the lead in applauding, looking at Song Xi as if looking at the God of Wealth, with extremely intense eyes.

After taking down the items obtained from the auction, the auctioneer motioned to the staff to bring up the next one. Chang Jingle was already sitting there a little bored, but when he saw someone holding a parrot that could be described as 'huge' with his arms, His eyes finally lit up.

I want this.

Song Xi also saw a living animal at an auction for the first time. The auctioneer said: This is an American macaw that has served in the military and is proficient in four languages. Let me show it to you.

He greeted the parrot in English and asked it what its name was. The parrot responded to him in English: Why are you asking so many questions? Are you an enemy trying to trick me?

There was laughter in the audience, Song Xi also raised the corners of his lips, and Chang Jingle said with a smile: It's so colorful, it makes me happy just to look at it.

Song Xi said: They are so colorful, okay?

Then the host communicated with it in Thai and Japanese. Song Xi couldn't understand anything else, but when the parrot shouted Yama dei in a high-pitched voice, the audience burst into laughter again, especially the laughter of men.

The corners of Chang Jingle's lips curled up, and he smiled and said, I want this.

Song Xi bent his eyes and waited for the auction to start. The auctioneer on the stage was still teasing the parrot, and the last thing he talked about was Chinese.

The auctioneer asked: Why did you come all the way to Night City?

The parrot's eyes were straight and had no focus. It looked arrogant and stared straight ahead. It suddenly said: The little bitch will kill the donkey by smashing the mill, and the little bitch will kill the donkey by smashing the mill.

The audience was really laughing like crazy this time, and they didn’t know who this parrot learned Chinese from after coming to Night City.

The auctioneer tried to cover its mouth. Regardless of whether it was for show or not, the audience was still full of joy.

When the bidding finally came, the auctioneer said: A crooked parrot who can speak four languages, the lowest bidding price is 250,000.

Before Song Xi could raise her hand, someone was faster than her, and there were more than one or two bids. It was obvious that everyone liked the crookedness of it, so Song Xi did not raise her sign immediately and waited for them to shout the price higher. Anyway, she can just come and hold him.

Each bid was 50,000 yuan, and the auctioneers on the stage were overwhelmed with the number of placards raised. In a short period of time, the price of this parrot had been raised to 1.75 million yuan.

Chang Jingle said with a smile: It cost someone money.

Seeing that there were fewer people, Song Xi raised his sign and shouted 1.8 million.

Someone has 1.85 million...

After several rounds of price bidding, the parrot was worth an unprecedented two million. Those who had wanted to make fun of it saw that Song Xi was determined to win, so they stopped raising their cards.

Song Xi thought he could win two million, and the auctioneer on the stage was also preparing to count down, but Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway.

Mr. No. 01, 2.05 million!

Song Xi glanced over from the corner of her eye and saw that Sheng Chenzhou was sitting in the same row as her. He hadn't seen him holding a sign all night. Many people thought he was here to accompany her, but they didn't expect...