Chapter 1709

In fact, this kind of drinking is a waste for top-level red wine. Xiaoya, the auctioneer who also got a small glass of red wine, flashed a trace of disdain and pain in her heart.

This is a treasure that has been kept for half a century!

But under the eye is Ye Feng biggest, he a dry down, people also dare not carry, heartache is not heartache is a stuffy.

After drinking the wine, Fang pangzi is very sensible to say hello to Ye Feng, then respectfully leaves and returns to his seat.

"Mr. Fang, who is Mr. Ye? Please treat him so respectfully!"

At this time, just now the auctioneer Xiaoya slowly gathered up, curiously said: "how come I haven't seen this figure in Yizhou, I don't know which side of the wind is blowing behind people?"

"Which side of the wind?" Fang chubby sneered and said, "what people blow is the wind in the East China Sea. The most powerful wind in the East China Sea can blow Yizhou flat in one breath."

"Donghai

The woman playfully looked at Ye Feng not far away and gently bit her red lips. This kind of posture is quite amorous, which is enough to make ordinary men dazed.

"Miss ya'er, please don't forget your little tricks. This master broke several second generation's arms downstairs just now, which offended all the famous people in Yizhou

but as a result, no one dares to say a word, and Bi Gong will serve you respectfully. If you offend others carelessly, no one can save you at that time! ”Fang Pang opens to remind a way.

Seeing his mind, the auctioneer named Xiaoya said with a smile: "look at Mr. Fang you said, I have the courage. I just think the million red wine is wasted. My heart really hurts for you!"

"Ha ha!"

Looking at the woman who looks like a goblin in front of him, Fang Pang feels that his belly is hot and dry. This auctioneer named Xiaoya has long been famous in Yizhou. It's said that he doesn't know much about many big men.

But only people who know know her know that this girl is like a fish. It's just that she takes advantage of her mouth and hands. I haven't heard of anyone who can take a step closer.

But men, when they play with women, not only do they have to have a substantial development, but they also have to spread rumors with beautiful women and blow out their own nine times a night.

With this kind of debauchery, this woman is also a bit of a name on the road. However, compared with Donghai, Yizhou's name is not an order of magnitude, let alone a woman with a funny toy in the eyes of a man. That name is just a joke!

At this time, Fang pangzi hasn't said a word to the woman. Deng Wenhai grabs him by the shoulder and asks: "Fang always, how can we go like this?"

"What?"

As soon as he turned around and saw that he was caught by Tuo Wenhai, Fang pangzi's face turned white instantly. For Ye Feng's top hitter, he broke seven or eight arms of the second generation of Yizhou without saying a word. Fang pangzi was still very afraid.

"Well, is there anything else for boss Deng?"

The man asked timidly, for fear that what he did was wrong, which would provoke others. He was afraid that he would have to eat a glass.

"Nothing!"

Then Deng Wenhai took out a check from his hand and handed it to him, saying: "Mr. Fang, we Mr. Ye don't have the habit of drinking wine for nothing. This money is for you!"

"No, no, no, it's a little too polite. They all said it was for Mr. Ye to drink. The right should be for others to give me face!" See is to send money, the square fat man not from of relief.

"Well, Mr. Ye's face is not so cheap!" Deng Wenhai smiles and shoves the check into Fang pangzi's hand.

Fang took a look at the check, his eyes suddenly widened, his hands almost scared. He saw that the number of words signed on the check amount was one, and then there were seven zeros at the back.

Seven zeros, ten million.

"One Ten million? " On one side, Xiaoya looks at the numbers and is slightly surprised.

Ten million is not much for Ye Feng, and it is not astronomical for some ordinary middle class, but there is a difference between ten million assets and ten million cash.

Especially in the third tier cities like Yizhou, there are not many people who can easily come up with 10 million.

Ten million is ten times more than the one million red wine auctioned by fat people.

"Mr. Ye said that in his eyes, he would never let his friends suffer losses. Since Mr. Fang is so active, Mr. Ye is naturally willing to make friends with you. Ten million yuan is to make up for Mr. Fang's losses, and he will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future!"

"This That's very kind of you

Fang Pang Zi is holding the check in his hand. It's not that he doesn't want to put it.

Although he knew that the check should be returned at this time, it was no more difficult to give up ten million checks than to give up one life.

Ten million! It's not a thousand dollars.If you give up in order to pretend to be forced, you have to jump from a building. For 10 million, your face is a fart!

"If Mr. Fang continues to play, we won't disturb him. Mr. Ye said that you can call at any time if you have something to do!"

Deng Wenhai patted Fang pangzi's shoulder gently, nodded and left.

"This..."

All the people on the scene looked at the check in Fang pangzi's hand and were surprised to say that it was very new. It should be a recent painting. Chinese calligraphy and painting are all heavy on meaning rather than shape. These four words are very thick and sharp, which should be a rare good thing.

"As we all know, Zhao is always the honorary president of Yizhou calligraphy and Painting Association. He once made great contributions to Yizhou's economy. Now, Mr. Zhao is old and has been writing for many years. This time, we should give Mr. Zhao a round of applause to thank him for his special work for charity."

After the auctioneer explained, he first clapped at an old man with white hair sitting in the corner, and everyone turned around and clapped at the old man.

"Thank you very much. I made you laugh by scribbling." The old man stood up and bowed his thanks.

"According to our appraiser's assessment of Mr. Zhao's calligraphy and painting, the price is 150000 yuan, and the bid is not less than 5000 yuan each time. Now please start shooting!"

The woman's mallet fell gently, and the people on the scene looked at each other and shook their heads.

To be honest, after the death of artists, the price of their works will rise. Calligraphy and painting, especially ancient calligraphy and painting, are expensive. It's not too expensive. However, only a few living artists can get a relatively high price, and all of them are well-known at home and abroad.

And this Zhao Zong, to many is a fan, although the word writes is good, but far from more than 100000 price.