My little mom is the richest man

After hearing these words, even Mu Qingcheng, who had the best temper, rolled his eyes, then gently twisted Mu Qiu's waist with his right hand, but didn't say anything.

On the side, Jun Yuelan, watching Mu Qingcheng's movements, knew that what she said was useless, even if she was half angry, she was useless.

However, they also know that their younger brother has always had a more casual character, can't stand the constraints, and always feel comfortable.

Moreover, Mu Qiu looked at the stage. Since knowing the auction item, Mu Qiu knew that she would definitely have the opportunity to make a move if she waited. What if she was hungry?You can only pretend if you are full.

While Mu Qiu and the others were talking, the first lot was taken out from the audience.

The live footage was given all of a sudden. The actress who offered the lot was a sports star in country M, a famous tennis player in the world.

Although this female star has retired from tennis, she has a considerable reputation, and she provides a racket that she has used for many years.

Soon, the people below started bidding. Each of the guests present had a number plate, as did the stars. Every time it was raised, it represented a bid, and there was no ceiling.

The final transaction price does not have those commercial auctions, because this is a charity auction, so there is no so-called commission, and the entire auction amount will be used for charity.

Therefore, the final transaction price of this kind of charity auction is often higher than the actual value of the lot, because everyone comes to the charity auction, not to make money.

Of course, you have to have similar things. If your things are too inferior, it is impossible for others to spend millions to photograph them. That is a disease.

Of course, businessmen are all profitists, and they all know that there is a price for anything and no price for anything. After all, businessmen don't have any, they are idiots.

One thousand dollars.

Two thousand dollars.

Three thousand dollars.

Three thousand five hundred dollars.

Four thousand dollars.

Five thousand dollars.

Drop the hammer.

The first lot was sold very quickly. It was bought by a Japanese businessman, which was a warm-up. The people below seemed not interested in the first lot, but the transaction price still exceeded the value of the tennis racket itself.

the second.

The third.

the fourth.

Lots one after another.

Mu Qingcheng's ink painting is the fifth to appear.

It’s not that people who don’t know what to do here, even if they are from country R or from South Korea, even from country M and country Y, there are people who play this specifically.

You know, many things like calligraphy and painting are interlinked, and there are no national boundaries, so when someone looks at it, they show a speechless expression.

Everyone knows the level of this painting, even if the person who painted it is Mu Qingcheng, but everyone knows the price of this kind of thing!

A businessman from country R shook his head.

A businessman from country M is also helpless

A business woman from country F laughed and said nothing.

What is this?

No entry level!

China is a big country in calligraphy and painting, at this level?

However, everyone still knows Mu Qingcheng's name, as a world goddess, many young people still like her very much.

Therefore, these young people are still auctioned. It can be said that this is what is commonly called, a daughter who buys a beautiful woman and smiles, of course, if they know.

If the goddess has been turned into a woman by a certain scum, it can be said that the number of people who blow on the roof tonight will not be less than the number of people who lose in the World Cup!

Of course, no one knew, and after that, this ink painting was sold for ten thousand dollars. It seemed to be a fan of Mu Qingcheng and a rich man in M ​​country.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qingcheng sat there, covering her mouth, smiled lightly, and smiled casually: "I thought I could shoot tens of thousands of dollars."

Upon hearing these words, Jun Yuelan also smiled, and then said: "You think too much, right? This is the strength of the fans anyway, otherwise, it is possible that the stinky boy will be shot."

Hearing these words, Mu Qingcheng glanced at her cousin silently, smashed her mouth, and then resignedly said, "Is it really bad?"

Jun Riyue couldn't bear her daughter's sadness, and then thought for a while, smiled and commented: "It's okay."

Mu Qingcheng glanced, Mu Qiu, who was sitting there eating, smiled and asked, "What do you think of the brat?"

Mu Qiu gritted her teeth and looked at her sister's eyes. Then, helplessly, she cheered up and said, "I think it's okay. It should be because they don't know the goods."

Hearing these words, Mu Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Jun Yuelan, and said with a sigh: "Look, it's because my brother knows the goods. It's not that I am not good at it, but they do not know the goods."

Mu Qiu almost laughed. He was also helpless for his sister. Although his sister is a goddess, calligraphy and painting should go to sleep.

If it were someone else, Mu Qiu would definitely tell him seriously, "This is a broken painting? You should practice. I won't buy it for ten dollars! I don't think it's bad if you give it to me!"