Xiao Zhang whispered in Qiao Ansheng's ear.
In her impression, shouldn't this kind of auction be very lively with one after another?
Qiao Ansheng reached for the number plate handed over by the staff, smelled the speech, turned his head and smiled at her, and bent his eyebrows: "what are you nervous about? It's normal to be quiet here, but it's not a busy market. Those who can come in are people with money, power and status, and their etiquette is very decent..."
She lowered her head to look through the manual of today's meeting.
Today, Qiao Ansheng wore a white dress with short sleeves, revealing two thin white and delicate arms. The skin was as delicate as milk.
Xiao Zhang's arm is also right next to him.
In contrast, Xiao Zhang pulled his sleeve and covered his arm hard.
Xiao Zhang looked at each other's white skin with envy.
She is often praised for her white skin on weekdays, but the yellow and white skin color is a pair of Qiao Ansheng's cold and white skin, which is somewhat tragic.
……
People came in one after another, all dressed in extraordinary clothes.
The venue was in good order. Except for occasional whispers, there was not much noise.
Qiao Ansheng looked attentively at the auction manual in his hand and looked for what Qin Yanchen asked her to take.
There should be someone sitting next to me.
The tea cup on the table next to him made a loud noise. Qiao Ansheng paused and looked up. This look
She can't help feeling that her friends have a narrow road.
The person sitting opposite him is no one else, it is Qiao Mengxi.
Qiao Ansheng snorted, and the other party was unwilling to show weakness, with gnashing hatred in his eyes.
"Why are you here?"
Qiao Mengxi asked first.
Qiao Ansheng just looked at her lightly and didn't even want to talk to her. It was clear that he wanted to ignore Qiao Mengxi as air.
As soon as Qiao Mengxi thought of the miasma at home and looked at Qiao Ansheng's refreshing, the fire in his heart could not be contained.
Seeing that Qiao Ansheng didn't want to pay attention to herself, she also snorted coldly from her nose, stroked her clothes, and her expression was ironic.
"Today's press conference is a private event. The invited people are all famous artists and collectors. You can come in on such occasions. Ansheng, it seems that you have good skills."
On one side, Xiao Zhang Shi couldn't get used to her insidious ridicule, so he immediately went back for Joe Ansheng: "we Joe are always invited in good faith!"
Qiao Mengxi painted her eyes with heavy makeup and brushed the indignant Xiao Zhang over there with an understatement. Her expression was even more ironic.
"Oh? Invitation... "
Qiao Mengxi smiled sarcastically.
"Ask you, Mr. Qiao, who would invite her without some secret relationship? Don't feel ashamed to sit in the first row by the back door? "
The news that Qin Yanchen has married has exploded the news network of Nan'an. Qiao Mengxi will not miss it.
She knew very well who could marry Qin Yanchen.
But what she didn't expect was that Qin Yanchen would choose to expose himself in public and would not wronged Qiao Ansheng.
That man has only one Joe Ansheng in his eyes!
Always.
Qiao Mengxi's heart is almost sour into lemon juice. She bites her teeth angrily. Since Qin Yanchen wants to hide it so much, she won't let them do it.
"Don't you assistants realize that your relationship between Joe and President Qin is unusual..."
"Qiao Mengxi!"
Qiao Ansheng on one side finally raised his head when he heard this sentence.
She glanced coldly at Qiao Mengxi, who was complacent over there. Her eyes were sharp and straight, showing a cold taste.
"You have suffered so much, why haven't you learned to be cautious? Isn't it enough for you? "
"You..."
Qiao Mengxi wants to fight back
At this time, a staff member came to add water and interrupted her.
Qiao Mengxi still had to pretend in front of these people, so she had to swallow all her words for the time being.
The staff added water and handed Qiao Ansheng a white gift box with high-grade packaging in a very friendly manner: "President Qiao, this is the gift we prepared for you today..."
Qiao Mengxi frowned at the sight of the gift box and immediately asked, "Hey, why is she the only one who has it, I don't?"
The staff smiled at Qiao Mengxi very sorry.
"Sorry, madam, this is a gift prepared by our company for the special guests of the auction today. Only the special guests have it..."
Speaking of this, he looked a little confused. He looked at Qiao Ansheng and Qiao Mengxi sitting at the same time: "madam, the first row is reserved for special guests. Who are you?"
Qiao Mengxi was still a little angry, but now she was asked by the staff. She opened her mouth, a little embarrassed, and said in a hurry: "I, I am... I am her sister..."
Qiao Ansheng's lips bent coldly when he heard the speech.
"I don't have such a sister."
The staff was a little embarrassed. He gradually put away his smile, frowned, and his tone began to get cold.
"Madam, today's auction is only open to our guests and customers. If you are not qualified, please go out first..."
Qiao Mengxi glared at Qiao Ansheng fiercely and gouged out the staff waiting for her explanation in front. His expression gradually couldn't be maintained.
She was very rude. She took out the invitation from her bag and threw it to the staff: "how unqualified! You can take a look. Isn't this an invitation? "
The staff member carefully checked the invitation letter. Then he was relieved and bowed to Qiao Mengxi.
"It's Mr. Chen's friend. Sorry, Mr. Chen is not our special guest. Please follow me. Mr. Chen's position is behind..."
Qiao Mengxi took a look at the rear and then looked at the staff. The other party had stretched out an arm and made a gesture of invitation.
She looked a little ugly and snorted. She grabbed the medicine invitation letter and bag. Her face was not her face and her nose was not her nose.
Until Qiao Mengxi left, Qiao Ansheng's ear was a little quiet.
She rubbed her ears without taking the episode to heart.
The auction will begin soon. The highlight of today's auction is a painting... The painting of autumn living in the dark mountain by Wang Wei, the master of landscape painting.
The auctioneer enthusiastically introduced the details and value of the painting on the stage. In fact, even if he didn't say it, the group sitting under the stage naturally understood the value of the painting.
Qiao Ansheng looked very carefully.
Her task today is to take this picture.