Chapter 239 What Did 30 Billion Buy?

Chapter 239 What did 30 billion buy?

The moonlight was in the sky, and the depths of the lawn were extraordinarily quiet.

Li Qiao put down her suitcase and sat next to Shang Yu again. She raised her legs and lowered her eyes, but she secretly looked at the man from the corner of her eye.

At this time, Qiu Huan looked left and right, and his eyes were fixed on the glove box.

He was extremely curious about what the 200 million cufflinks looked like.

So, when Shang Yu leaned forward to pinch the cigarette butt, Qiu Huan stretched out his hand towards the box quietly, trying to have a sneak peek.

"Take it away." Suddenly, a deep voice hit Qiu Huan's ear.

His palms trembled, and looking at Shang Yu opposite, he pouted resentfully and withdrew his hand, "Shaoyan, you don't want to open the 200 million cufflinks."

The man glanced at him, exhaled the last puff of thin smoke, looked at Li Qiao with a faint smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you speak?"

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and she answered the irrelevant question solemnly: "That cuff button is pretty."

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai: "..."

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu's thin lips curled up in joy, he reached out and grabbed Li Qiao's wrist, and said, "Let's go, go home and watch."

Qiuhuan: "??"

Ou Bai glanced at their figures coolly, and snorted: "Shaoyan, you should still remember that we didn't drive tonight, right?"

If he left, how would he and Qiu Huan go home?

take a taxi? Too cheap.

Call someone? It's been too long.

At this time, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu's movements and stood up, looked at Ou Bai, and said calmly: "My car, take it back to Li's house tomorrow."

In other words, the sports car is for you to drive.

Ou Bai looked at Li Qiao's flamboyant gesture, and refused without even thinking about it: "No need, I...fuck, what are you kicking me for, Qiu Huan?"

Qiu Huan almost knocked Ou Bai's wicker chair over.

He glared at Ou Bai, pinched his waist and got up to stand in front of him, smiling very friendly to Li Qiao, "No problem, sister, don't worry, I will personally send you back tomorrow." Send two cars.

Li Qiao nodded, turned around and walked to the commercial vehicle side by side with Shang Yu.

Liuyun and Mochizuki took away the two small suitcases in their hearts.

Qiu Huan eagerly pays attention, but he still has no good eyesight.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao sat next to Shang Yu, neither of them spoke.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at the neon street scene, her slightly pursed lips curved up.

After a while, her heart itched unbearably, and her slightly flickering eyes moved from the window to Shang Yu's body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, she bumped into the man's pupils as deep as ink.

The corners of Li Qiao's mouth continued to rise, catching smile lines on Shang Yu's lips, and some feelings were boiling hot.

After a while, Li Qiao teased narrowly: "It turns out that the Supreme is Lord Yan."

If she had known it was him, she wouldn't have been so irritable all night.

Shang Yu rubbed the top of her head, and pulled her into his arms with a deep and thick laugh.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Li Qiao's bright cheeks, bowed his head and whispered to her: "It's not that I've always been interested in stock gods, that autobiography borrows flowers to present Buddha."

Li Qiao's heart throbbed densely, and she smiled and muttered: "It's nice to say, but at the end of the auction, you increased the price by ten times, did you deliberately block my way?"

"Yeah." Shang Yu's thick eyebrows stretched out, looking at Li Qiao's eyes, his smile deepened, "Are you angry?"

Li Qiao turned sideways, faced the window and leaned on his shoulder, pulled the palm on the shoulder, and squeezed it lightly, "I'm really angry, what do you think... what should I do?"

Anger is fake, but aggrieved is real.

She was bored because of the "Autobiography of the Stock God", and in the end it was her own people who opposed her at the auction.

It was a ridiculous oolong.

At this time, Shang Yu slowly folded his legs, let Li Qiao lean on him lazily, leaned slightly, and pursed his lips: "Go home and make amends to you."

Li Qiao looked back at him, raised the end of her eyes, pressed the corner of her mouth, "That's fine."

...

At ten thirty at night, Nanyang Mansion.

Li Qiao sat on the sofa in the living room, sipping mousse cake.

Shang Yu leaned on the armrest of the sofa, his deep eyes reflected the bright light, and looked at her without blinking.

After a while, Liu Yun brought in two suitcases.

Li Qiao's eyes were fixed, she put down the plate and moved to sit in front of Shang Yu.

The two suitcases were exactly the same, and she opened one of them, which happened to be a small brown letter.

Li Qiao touched the leather cover, raised her eyebrows and looked at Shang Yu, "Three billion, do you think it's worth it?"

Shang Yu glanced over Xiao Zha, and said in a deep tone as it should be, "Send it to you, it's worth it."

Fine.

Li Qiao shook her head and smiled, inadvertently remembering that he had lent Charles $30 billion.

Sure enough, you have deep pockets.

At this time, as Li Qiao took out the "Autobiography of the Stock God" and flipped through it in the palm of her hand, Shang Yu also opened the cufflinks' suitcase at the right time.

A pair of cufflinks with canary diamonds shone brightly under the crystal lamp.

The man took out one and placed it on the tip of his finger. The cold golden diamond looked beautiful and eye-catching.

His sharp edges and corners gradually softened, and he looked sideways at Li Qiao, only to see her holding the small letter expressionlessly, wondering what she was thinking, "What?"

Shang Yu put down the cufflinks, Li Qiao also turned her head slowly, she held up the inside page of the small letter, and pulled her lips in disappointment, "Three billion, it's a loss."

The man turned his eyes to look at the pages of the book, and what he saw was a bunch of extremely difficult to understand abstract words.

In Li Qiao's eyes, even if she distinguished carefully, she couldn't recognize a word at all.

After three unsuccessful bids, I found the reason.

This is probably a piece of waste paper with ghostly symbols.

"It's not a loss." At this moment, Shang Yu took the small letter from her hand, and narrowed his eyes deeply, "This is the original language of Pama."

Li Qiao's eyes lit up, and she leaned in front of him, "Master Yan knows you?"

Shang Yu looked at her with gentle eyes, then pursed his lips and shook his head, "Pama has been abandoning this kind of writing for a long time. I have seen similar writing in the ancient medical books handed down by the Shang family before."

Parma...

Li Qiao stared at the little notes full of ghostly symbols, squinted her eyes and pondered, "Then have you ever heard of a stock god in Parma?"

"Do you suspect that the other party is from Pama?" Shang Yu handed the autobiography to Li Qiao again, his eyes darkened,

Li Qiao nodded unhurriedly, "Since it is your native language, outsiders should not be able to write it."

After all, he didn't even know Shang Yu, so the person who wrote this autobiography could only be from Pama.

Not long after, Shang Yu, who was silent for a moment, slowly leaned on the back, looked at the autobiography, and reached out to stroke Li Qiao's hair, "I'll have someone check it out, there's no rush."

Li Qiao lowered her eyebrows, sighed, and threw the autobiography back into the suitcase.

Autobiographies of unknown origin, and texts of ancient origin...

30 billion, what the hell did you buy?