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Chapter 32: The Fake Daughter's Bankrupt Uncle (32)

After Qingyao had scolded the man, she left feeling refreshed.

Ji Qingyan was left alone there being threatened by the bodyguards. His head must be buzzing and he was about to have a cerebral infarction from anger.

The rich system, which had watched the entire process, did not dare to say a word as there were no violations or OOC detection records.

This bug has been figured out by my little ancestor.

Seeing her acting like a serious lady, but her words were as harsh as arsenic. That feeling of disconnection... She's like a schizophrenic!

Having seen this scene so many times, the rich system really wants to run to the "Love and Relationship Group" and yell: Family members, who understands?

Binding the little ancestor is really terrible!

The conflict here has attracted the attention of security personnel.

Many second-generation people also followed along, watching the fun with a look of gloating on their faces.

Not wanting to continue to embarrass himself and become a laughing stock, Ji Qingyan took two deep breaths, straightened his slightly messy suit, glared at Qingyao's back gloomily, and turned to leave the exhibition hall.

Everything else can be put aside for now, but the marriage between the two families is imminent.

The Ji family can’t afford to lose another big order worth 100 million!

Just as Ji Qingyan went out to contact Jiang Feng, Qingyao also took out her cell phone and sent a message to Jiang Yunyan: "What are you doing?"

There was no news until Qingyao entered the auction venue with great fanfare, and then the phone rang.

Jiang Yunyan: Have a meeting.

Got it!
There was actually someone who was worse at chatting than her, Qingyao simply didn't reply.

The afternoon session was not worthy of being taken seriously by the three major families, and the major families that came from other places were all resting up in the hotel and preparing funds for the finale of the evening session.

The VIP box was almost empty.

Qingyao had said before that she would bring bodyguards to the event, so she didn't rush to contact the person in charge to go to the box. She just randomly found an inconspicuous seat in the venue and sat there with Chen Long and the other eight people.

However, this scene, in the eyes of some interested people, would appear to be - the counterfeit only got in through connections and is not a cause for concern.

So, some second-generation people who had made it a habit to bully the original owner all came up and occupied the empty spaces in front, behind, and around Qingyao.

Seeing this, Chen Long frowned and asked, "Miss, do you want to...?"

Qingyao waved her hand indifferently: "He's just a clown, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Long thought so too. This was not the time when he was on peacekeeping missions abroad, and the control of weapons in the country was strict!
It is impossible for the kind of terrorist attacks that occur in foreign countries where people would pull out wooden silos and kill people over a disagreement to happen.

Upon closer inspection, they are just a group of naughty kids from rich families. With them looking after them, there is really no problem.

Chen Long gave up the idea of "manually clearing the area", but made a gesture to remind his brothers to be more alert.

The eight tall and strong bodyguards were originally surrounding Qingyao, trapping her in the center.

Those second-generations ran over and sat in the seat closest to Qingyao, but they still needed to sit one seat apart.

The rude guy wanted to boss Qingyao around and make some sarcastic remarks, but he ended up stretching his neck. The fake guy who was being scolded kept looking straight ahead and didn't even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

This is being treated completely like air, right?
Some people who have a bad temper would stand up and pull Qingyao's hair like they did before, and drag her to the bathroom to teach her a lesson.

But before he could touch even a strand of Qingyao's hair, his wrist was broken by the bodyguard. He screamed in pain and was "asked" to leave by the security personnel.

This small commotion did not last long. It was quickly calmed down when the gong sounded and the auctioneer came on stage with the hammer.

Some of the second generation with stubborn tempers still sat there and refused to leave, wanting to find an opportunity to teach Qingyao a lesson to show that their deterrent power was still there.

Some of them originally wanted to join in the fun from a close distance, but they sensed Qingyao's unusual changes and tactfully returned to their elders, not wanting to cause trouble for the family.

Qingyao saw all these changes, but didn't take them to heart.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is the result of their own actions. What does it have to do with her?
The auction officially began. Qingyao thought that modern auctions would be different. After a few rounds, she understood it.

What's the difference?
Auctions throughout the ages have always followed the same routine, and even the items being auctioned have not changed much.

In addition to jewelry that defraud women of their money, there are also tea, antiques, calligraphy and paintings that defraud men's wallets.

Speaking of tea antiques... Qingyao actually took a fancy to an antique vase, which was perfect for placing in the living room as a flower arrangement.

So after the auctioneer praised the vase to the skies, he finally said, "The starting price is 25, and each bid must not be less than . Start bidding!"

Qingyao immediately raised the sign: "30."

"30 million valid."

Wow, the one-price deal stopped many people from wanting to compete for it.

However, the few second-generation rich people sitting near her, whose family backgrounds were stronger than the Ji family, exchanged glances with each other for a moment, and one of them immediately raised a sign: "31."

"31 million valid."

Qingyao said without hesitation: "50."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the situation was raised to a new level, shocking many people and turning their heads to look towards the rear.

Even the auctioneer was almost unable to react.

"50 million valid."

The second generation member who was elected hesitated for a moment and raised the sign again: "51."

Qingyao frowned and raised the sign again: "100 million."

"100 million is valid!"

This is far more than the value of the antique vase. After all, it is just a collection from the Qing Dynasty, not for the royal use nor the collection of any celebrity. 100 million is indeed an oversold price.

I thought that with such an outrageous price, no one would compete with this "silly girl from a nouveau riche family" for it.

Those who were originally interested didn't even have the chance to speak up, and the idea was dismissed.

But the rich second generation who was bidding against Qingyao, under the instigation of other friends, wanted to make another move and give the faker a hard rip!
"101."

"101 million valid."

……

The representative of the second-generation rich glanced at Qingyao provocatively: "The Ji family raised these people, they are just petty, they think they are so great just because they shouted 100 million?"

Since Qingyao sat down, she assumed the most standard ladylike sitting posture, firmly welding her personality to the sitting, lying and walking positions, but she just couldn't control her mouth.

But this time, for the first time ever, she didn't say a single word that was harsh.

The rich system is just about to praise it a lot and encourage the little ancestor to maintain this standard in the future.

Who would have thought that Qingyao's silence would only last until the auctioneer dropped the hammer and decided that the vase would be sold for 101 million yuan, and belonged to the troublemaker...

Qingyao turned her head very quietly. There was no sign of lethality in her appearance. Even her tone was calm and without a trace of emotion.

"Congratulations on spending 101 million to buy a broken bottle dug out of a dead person's coffin."

"Don't sleep too deeply at night, or you may be invited by the immortal to lie on the board with him."

"Ji Qingyao! What do you mean?"

What’s the difference between such unlucky words and curses?
The Godly System sighed with vicissitudes.

Little ancestor is still your little ancestor. This mouth should be smeared with poison arrowwood juice today, right?

——It’s a fatal blow!
(End of this chapter)