Chapter 1661： I have a little goldfish 27

When Huo Chenghong appeared, the entire hall automatically gave way, and even the people dancing on the dance floor dispersed one after another.

Wei Yiran looked calmly.

It was a man about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. He had a dark black western-style dress. He walked steadily while walking, and his posture was vigorous. His overall popularity was extraordinary.

Although his age is a bit older, it does not affect his handsomeness in the least.

From a woman's point of view, he has the ultimate charm of a mature man; from a man's point of view, he has the unfathomable of a superior.

The Huo Family Patriarch only had two bodyguards around him, but his aura was extremely oppressive. Even the voices around him were mostly quiet, as if people had unknowingly adjusted their volume after seeing him.

Wei Yiran felt hot again.

All men present should be enthusiastic.

As long as it is a man, who doesn't want to be as powerful as Huo Chenghong? Even Du Jiajun is just a bottom frog that has just seen the vastness of the world.

Huo Chenghong has a young and beautiful female partner on his right hand. He and the female partner are at the table together, and no one around dared to come forward and talk rashly.

The singing and dancing in the center of the hall lasted for a while, and after the atmosphere eased slightly, Wei Yiran noticed that someone had started to talk, including Du Jiajun.

It seems that the operating rights of the entertainment city are very attractive, and everyone wants to get rich.

Wei Yiran picked up the glass and continued to drink.

"Should we not go there?" Huang Ming stretched his neck and looked there.

"Not in a hurry." Wei Yiran had a drink, squeezed his fork and fiddled with the food on the plate, thinking elsewhere.

There are so many people, the past is too deliberate, and too mediocre, not only can't make a good impression on the other party, but may end up in humiliation.

Huang Ming and Xiao Jinyu both listened to him, so they did not rush and eat as much as he did.

After about half an hour, the center of the hall began to change--

The band and resident singers withdrew, and the dance floor was empty. The concierge moved to the pure wooden display stand and placed it in the center of the dance floor. In addition, auction items were delivered one after another, all in a tray covered with scarlet velvet. cloth.

This is not a professional auction place. Today's small auction is just to stir up the atmosphere. It is not clear who arranged it. Wei Yiran guessed that it should be related to Du Jiajun.

For the rich, bidding is a kind of entertainment, which not only kills time, but also tests vision.

Huo Chenghong made several offers, but afterwards he was short of interest and didn't make another move.

The female companion beside him also felt bored, so Jiao Didi whispered to him: "Huo Ye, these bottles and ancient paintings have no meaning at all. When shall we go back?"

Art is always something a few people appreciate.

If the general public can appreciate it, it becomes popular.

Du Jiajun struggled to find these famous paintings and antiques. It is not a coincidence. Rich people like to buy ancient porcelain vases, first for arty, and second for investment preservation. Only a small number of people really like it.

Unfortunately, Huo Chenghong is not this small group of people, nor is his female companion.

A soft sigh came from behind: "It's a pity that no one bid for such a unique painting."

Huo Chenghong raised his eyebrows slightly.

His female partner is a young star who just debuted, with a lively temper, and when he heard the sound, he saw that the man who sighed was handsome, and suddenly had a good impression, and asked, "Where is it a pity?"

Wei Yiran said: "This painter is well-known for his ability to draw horses. Almost every painting handed down is fine."

"I know, but this picture is not a horse," the woman said. "This picture is a cat."

"In fact, the cats he painted are better than horses, and even he himself admitted this." Wei Yiran said with a smile, "and this artist loves cats all his life and keeps countless cats. The cat in this painting should be him. My favorite one is very rare."

Love for life, raise countless, favorite one...

These words made a woman's heart itch, so she turned her head and acted like a baby with Huo Chenghong: "Huo Ye, I want to buy that painting..."