Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!Faced with the eyes of the participants in the meeting, the annual average Ting picks his legs, proudly raises his chin, and his voice is cold: "Since it is a charitable event, why not stick to the price of the work, the important thing is to help children with leukemia , Maybe if we have a little more money, we can continue another life."

As soon as his words came out, he immediately drew praise from the meeting place.

Lausanne looked at him differently. "Jun Ting, I didn't expect you to be very helpful."

"Mr. Nian is really noble," the host even praised the microphone.

Yi Jingxi gritted his teeth and raised his tempo, "1.5 million."

"1.8 million," Ting continued to increase every year.

Yi Jingxi: "Two million."

Ting is silent every year.

The host looked at him, "Mr. Nian, do you want to continue to add."

"No," Ting shook his head every year.

Yi Jingxi finally let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "Don't the President just say that a little more money will last another life?"

The annual average nodded, looked at him with an idiot, and said: "Yeah, but people who spend two million to buy a modern landscape painting are afraid that they will be considered a brain problem."

Yi Jingxi's pupil shrank suddenly, and a heart almost exploded.

Lausanne's mouth twitched fiercely.

She really served the average Ting, and had a trouble for a long time. The beautiful words she said before were to make Yi Jingxi fooled.

Well, she overestimated his noble virtues.

However, she was quite cool to see Yi Jingxi's expression that was about to flutter but could only endure desperately.

So the first work was sold to Yi Jingxi.

In the second and third works, Ting missed the average annually.

By the time of the fourth piece, it was blue and white porcelain of the Ming Dynasty, with a starting price of 2.8 million.

The average annual Ting waited until the bid reached 4 million before raising the card: "Six million."

The uproar again.

Yi Jingxi raised his lips slightly and raised the sign, "eight million."

Annual average Ting: "10 million."

When the price burst again, everyone looked at Yi Jingxi.

At this moment, the discerning people can see that this person has a heart to fight.

At this time, Yi Jingxi did not ask for a price, but instead WeChat said to Nian Junting: "Since the annual president likes it so much, then I will not fight with the annual president."

Oh, still joking him.

I spent ten million yuan to buy a blue and white porcelain with no special features during the Ming Dynasty, and I was full of food.

The average annual Ting smiled slightly and said loudly, "Thank you Mr. Yi for the completion. I originally thought that Mr. Yi could report a bit higher, so that I can buy a higher price to help the poor children. Unfortunately,

So, I will add another 5 million, 15 million to buy this vase, and build a few more elementary schools for poor children in the mountains."

"Nearby, I thank you for your contributions to the children," the host applauded excitedly.

Soon, thunderous applause and praise came to the meeting.

Every year Ting stood up smiling and waved his hand, then bowed like a gentleman.

Lausanne: "..."

It's a pity that this person didn't go to the Oscar Gold Award.

Yi Jingxi's complexion has turned into pig liver red, he really can't wait to chopp out the average Ting and then bite it.

Really, I hadn't touched it before, but I just felt he was arrogant.

Now I find this guy is extremely shameless.

Everything can be reversed by him.

"Jingxi, calm down, don't shoot again," Zhong Yi pulled his hand.

Yi Jingxi shook her off indifferently and glared at her.