What she donated was a butterfly shaped hairpin. The hairpin was decorated with various precious stones. It was very exquisite and beautiful.
The starting price of this hair accessory is naturally not low, it is 300000 yuan.
Shen Jifei frowned slightly. "Don't you like this hairpin very much?" in his impression, this hairpin was a gift from Uncle Yi when she graduated from junior high school. She couldn't put it down at that time.
"I like it very much, so I want to take what I like and do something more meaningful." Yi Qianjin said, "for me, this is just a hairpin, but for some people, this hairpin can be exchanged for their food and clothes."
He is a little stunned. He will always feel her kindness inadvertently. Just like at the beginning, she chose music therapy as her future learning direction, rather than, as everyone guessed before, she wants to further study in the piano field and become a pianist in the future.
"How about I shoot it? Just think I'm doing my part for charity." Shen Jifei said.
Yi Qianjin hurriedly said, "no, you just photographed the composition. You've done your part for charity. Let the people who really like it take pictures of this hairpin."
Then, when the auction officially began, many people began to bid for the hairpin. Of course, half of them were to please the Yi family and Yi Qianjin.
After all, it would be a good thing to get a picture of Princess Yi's hairpin and make friends with the Yi family.
When the amount of the auction reached 800000, even Yi Qianjin was surprised.
After all, her hairpin is not like a musical score. It may be an authentic work. Her hairpin is an ordinary article, not a limited edition. Even if others want to buy the same again, they can buy it.
Just then, suddenly a voice sounded, "2 million!"
The price more than doubled. When the sound sounded, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Yi Qianjin turned to look at the man who had just made a noise. It was a middle-aged man with strange looks, at least Yi Qianjin had never seen before.
"Do you know that man?" Yi Qianjin asked Shen Jifei around him.
"I don't know. It shouldn't be celebrities in Shenzhen." Shen Jifei said. After all, he basically knows all the celebrities in Shenzhen.
Yi Qianjin smelled the speech and looked puzzled. The stranger photographed her hairpin with 2 million yuan. What's the intention? It's not necessarily that a big man likes this butterfly hairpin so much.
There was no competition at the price of 2 million. After the host shouted three times, it was a deal.
When the charity auction was over, Yi Qianjin learned that the other party had directly called the sponsor of the charity for 2 million yuan, and then took away the hairpin.
"Why did the man spend so much money on a hairpin?" Yi Qianjin murmured.
"If that person really has any purpose, then you should know in a few days." Shen Jifei said and rubbed her head. "Well, don't think about it. Anyway, keep the same and deal with all changes. Thinking too much will kill your brain cells."
Yi Qianjin smiled, "too."
Outside the charity, in a car, the middle-aged man who photographed the hairpin respectfully handed the hairpin to Yuan Yisheng.
"Young master, this is what you want."
"You did a good job." Yuan Yisheng looked down at the hairpin in his hand. "Don't let people know that I asked you to take this hairpin."
"Yes, I understand," replied the middle-aged man.
Yuan Yisheng slowly tightened his hands and pulled the hairpin in his hand, letting the edges and corners of the decorative gemstones on the hairpin hurt his palm.
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