Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 661

  Li Qiao stayed in the collection room for a long time. After half an hour, Shang Yu came up to look for her.

  At the door, the man pushed the door aggressively, just to hear Li Qiao’s voice: “Mu's auction house is the only existing property on the Pama market?”

  "……"

   "Okay, got it."

  Li Qiao removed the phone from her ear, and when she looked back, she bumped into Shang Yu’s dark pupils. She raised her eyebrows, "Huo Mang, they are gone?"

   "Well, didn't choose a gift?" The man walked into the collection room slowly, saw her empty-handed, and asked with a deep smile.

  Li Qiao turned back and leaned on the window sill, and pulled the corner of her mouth, "No one, I just picked one in Venus."

  Shang Yu casually pushed aside the red silk cloth on the corner calligraphy and painting, "Why bother, he wouldn't care about it."

  Li Qiao also knew that she wanted to be far away, so she called Uncle Zong just momentarily.

  Now, she doesn't feel bothered.

  Li Qiao looked at the dark figure of the man, and touched her chin with her finger, "Have you heard of Mu's auction house?"

  Shang Yu moved for a while, and turned his head to look at her, "Is the lot in Mu's?"

"A set of golden needles for acupuncture and moxibustion, the housekeeper will send the insurance company over." Li Qiao walked to the man's side for a moment, looking down at the calligraphy and painting, her tone of voice was very slow, "Mu's auction house's current agent surname Brahma, do you think it will be..."

  Hearing this, Shang Yu's lips pulled up a smile, "Fan Min Li."

  Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You know?"

  She carefully observed Shang Yu's eyebrows, and she didn't see any indistinct meaning, on the contrary, there was a kind of indifferent indifference.

  The man fiddled with the picture frame at will, his apple jerked up and down, and he whispered in a deep voice: "Patriarch of the Fan Family."

  Li Qiao squinted her eyes, seemingly thoughtful, "Mu clan kills the door, it has nothing to do with them?"

  Shang Yu wiped the dust off his fingers and dragged her to the window, “It shouldn’t be. The Mu Family auction house was bought by the Fan Family, and it’s the only Mu Family property that can’t be renamed."

"how to say?"

The man turned his head and looked at her, “The only auction house in the Mu family’s property lists the owner of the family as a shareholder. If you want to change the subject name, all shareholders must sign and confirm. The signature can be forged, but there is a shareholder’s record. The information is fingerprints."

  Li Qiao's mind flashed, and she looked at Shang Yu steeply, her eyes brightened a bit.

   Without waiting for her to speak, the man curled his lips and nodded, “It’s the child you think about. He was probably young at the time, so there is no sign of her. It’s all fingerprints and handprints.”

  Li Qiao has mixed flavors for a time, even if the Pamamu family only lives in those stories, but an industry can list all the people in the family as shareholders, at least it proves that the relationship between the family is very harmonious.

  After a while, she tugged the man’s shirt, "How do you know this?"

  Shang Yu hooked Li Qiao’s shoulder to his arms, looked out the window, and whispered: “I heard. If you want to know the specific details, you can go back to the old house and ask our dad.”

  The only existing property in the Pamamu family, even if it changes ownership, is still a trace of the Mu family's existence.

  ……

  In the evening, after confirming that the lot had been delivered to the auction house, Uncle Zong called Li Qiao.

  At this time, she and Luo Yu had already arrived downstairs at the auction house.

  Shang Yu did not come. As the young master of the Shang clan, his appearance in Parma was too easy to attract attention.

  Mu’s Auction House is located in the old town of Pama. The main building is an old-fashioned western-style building with a sense of time.

  The vertical plaque was hung on the wall, and the thick and dimly yellow lamppost flashed by, like a dream back to fifty years ago.

  Li Qiao walked out of the Bentley in a black dress and looked up at the auction house in the ancient architectural style.

  At this time, the rain swept away, and when he saw a person walking down from the car next to him, he reminded Li Qiao, "Little Li...Madam, that is Fan Minli, and next to him is his most respected daughter, Fan Mei."

  Li Qiao retracted her gaze from the auction house and glanced calmly.

  Fan Min lied in mid-fifties, with jet-black hair and no old age. Pama’s middle-aged men seemed to prefer light Chinese tunic suits.

  He leaned on a cane in one hand and walked to the front steps without squinting. Fan Mei held his arms, holding his head high and slightly proud.

   "President Vatican, Vice President Vatican."

  The manager respectfully welcomed them into the revolving door, during which he could still hear his report, “The lot has been sent to the insurance room, and the appraiser is assessing its value.”

Fan Mei raised his eyes and looked at the manager over Fan Minli, with a clear voice, "Our auction house is not a subsidiary of Venus. Why should we provide convenience to their customers? Regardless of the assessment given by the appraiser. How much, the price will be doubled first."

  The manager looked around, rubbing his hands with a smile, "Vice President Fan, this... not so good."

  Since the two parties are in a strategic cooperative relationship, mutual convenience is also reasonable.

   Fan Mei sneered and shook her long hair, "What's wrong, Mu's auction house belongs to our house, not Venus's, do as I said."

  The manager saw that Fan Minli hadn't stopped him, so he bit the bullet and went to the safe room.

  And Li Qiao at the bottom of the steps clearly heard the conversation, raised her eyes and looked at the sign of Mu's auction house, "Let's go."

   Falling rain: "???"

   "Madam?" She watched Li Qiao turn around impatiently and left, completely ignoring her intentions.

  The gate of the auction house didn’t go in, why are we leaving? !

  Li Qiao bent over and got into the co-pilot. When Luo Yu got into the car, she gestured to the road ahead, "Go to the mall."

   "Then what you want..."

  Li Qiao did not answer her, but took out her mobile phone and called Uncle Zong, "Let’s withdraw the lot."

  "……"

"Ten days later, you personally help me shoot. All the expenses incurred today are deducted from my fund pool." Regardless of how Uncle Zong reacted, Li Qiao gave another comment before ending the call, "Music Auction House" , I can't believe it."

  Uncle Zong, who was far away in Nanyang, lowered his hand with a serious face, and without a word, began to arrange for people to withdraw the acupuncture needles from the lot, and in the name of the top member's dissatisfaction, he gave a small report to Venus' upper management overnight.

  Rain while driving was stunned by Li Qiao's series of actions.

  She is responsible for the steering wheel with both hands, Yu Guang keeps peeking at Li Qiao.

  "What do you want to ask? Just ask." Li Qiao caught her squinting look, pulling her skirt against the back of the chair, her tone like a smile.

   Luoyu touched the bridge of her nose, "You don’t want to take pictures because they doubled?"

  Should not be enough, right?

  According to her understanding of Li Qiao, no matter how expensive things are, let alone double them, she can afford them two hundred times.

  Li Qiao twisted her neck to find a comfortable posture, and said casually: "No, I just don't want them to feel better."

  Falling rain: "..."

  You can be honest and confident.

  Li Qiao can’t say why she did it. It’s really irrelevant to double the lot.

  But she hated the words Fanmei said.

  Muscher auction house is theirs?

  (End of this chapter)