Chapter 233 My Bottom Line, 500 Million

Chapter 233 My bottom line, 500 million

—Do I need him for me?

Shang Fu chewed on Li Qiao's words, a sneer appeared in her enchanting eyebrows.

The young girl is really hypocritical and greedy for vanity.

At this moment, Li Qiao lowered her head halfway, and Shang Fu couldn't see her expression, so after thinking about it, she put her arms around her chest and mocked: "Since Shaoyan didn't give it to you, could it be that you fought for it yourself?

How about you tell me, what is the treatment of top members in Venus? "

Shang Fu was sure, but Li Qiao couldn't tell.

Even after working so hard for so many years, 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 held the invitation letter and turned it around in her hand, raised her eyes slightly to look at the arrogant and disdainful merchant woman, and asked indifferently, "Why did I tell you? If you are curious, join the top member by yourself If not, I will know."

Shang Fu laughed, she was such a sharp-tongued little girl, she raised her eyebrows and continued to sarcastically, "So, you can't say it at all, can you?"

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

Shang Fu curled up her fingers, and turned to look at Li Qiao's lazily pacing figure, a stern look flashed across her coquettish eyebrows.

She wanted to see how Li Qiao was going to squander Shang Shaoyan's money tonight.

...

At half past seven, the dusk was 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 mysterious nobility.

Not long after, the latest fiery red Maserati drove into the underground garage from the VIP passage.

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

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

The other party was wearing a black casual suit, and most of his fair cheeks were covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of perfectly black and white deer eyes.

It was Li Qiao.

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

Li Qiao slammed the car door and handed out the invitation letter in her hand, "Uncle Zong, I'm sorry."

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

Five minutes later, Li Qiao took off her mask and sat in the exclusive lounge for top members.

On the huge screen in front is the simultaneous broadcast of the auction scene.

Li Qiao sat in the middle of the sofa, and on the white marble table in front of her was a list and introduction of tonight's auctions.

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

It was a small brown leather notebook, about the size of a palm, with no special features at all.

It is not surprising that it failed to shoot three times.

At this time, Uncle Zong put the fruit plate and scented tea on the table, saw the page of the catalog, and subconsciously asked: "Miss, apart from this autobiography, are there any other auction items that you like?"

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' special mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and handed it to Li Qiao, "There are still seven hundred million."

"Well, let's tentatively decide on this autobiography. My bottom line is 500 million."

Li Qiao pointed to the introduction of the autobiography, her tone was calm and indifferent.

Hearing this, Uncle Zong froze, and suggested with a frown, "Miss, is it too tall? The origin of this autobiography is unknown. Although it entered Venus, there may not be anyone bidding for it."

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

Bidders who have entered the ranks of top members do not need to show up in the audience and bid anonymously.

You only need to inform Venus' steward of the bottom line price, and the details of the auction site can be watched live on the screen.

Uncle Zong is Li Qiao's proxy shooter, based on his many years of experience, this autobiography is not even worth 50 million yuan.

At this time, Li Qiao took the scented tea on the table and blew it to her lips. She took a sip, her eyes overflowing with light, "Does Uncle Zong think that no one will take pictures of things that can enter Venus? And , it was the last one to appear on the stage tonight."

"This..." Uncle Zong was dumbfounded, 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, she made a final decision, "The bottom line price is 500 million first, if there is any change in the middle, I will tell you at any time."

"Okay, then I'll go get ready."

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

In the nearly 100-square-foot lounge, Li Qiao rested her chin in boredom and looked at the opposite screen.

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

In a member-only auction house, the more distinguished the status, the more privileges one can enjoy.

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

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

Men wear suits and leather shoes, while women wear fragrant clothes.

It was like attending a feast of wealthy families, many of whom were political and business celebrities from Nanyang City, and the scene was unprecedentedly grand.

Li Qiao looked at it for a while, and suddenly found several familiar figures in the crowd.

Oh, here comes the merchant.

Ou Bai, who just won the Best Actor award, also came.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, Ou Bai actually wanted to go through the main entrance, isn't he a top member?

At this time, Li Qiao's eyes fell on Shang Fu, who was wearing a champagne eye-catching mermaid skirt, with a slim figure and a noble posture, walking alone on the red carpet attracted the attention of many men.

She seemed to be enjoying it, occasionally flicking her long hair, charming and enchanting.

Li Qiao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her smile gradually deepened.

...

At eight o'clock, the auction officially began.

Zhang Yong, a well-known auctioneer in the industry, stood in front of the stage and gave a long opening speech that exaggerated the atmosphere.

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

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

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

At this time, the mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

Li Qiao glanced at it, answered and pressed the speakerphone, "What's the matter."

The call was from Fu Luting.

Recently, he has been busy in the affiliated hospital, but he hasn't been to the laboratory much.

On the other 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 wrong?" Li Qiao rubbed her fingers over the teacup and asked quietly.