PFC Chapter 124 It's none of your business to tell others what to do.
Chapter 124 It's none of your business to tell others what to do.
But now what?
Su Zichen was promoted to chairman's assistant and was also in charge of the Sanjiang Chamber of Commerce's projects.
Deng Lingling's only advantage was completely crushed by Su Zichen.
The problem is that a goddess with such a perfect figure, appearance, career, and temperament actually married Lu Chenyang, a convict.
Song Fuhua, a wealthy businessman with a market value of over a billion yuan, had a girlfriend, Deng Lingling, who was completely outshone by Su Zichen.
This was something he found impossible to accept.
"Song Fuhua, why are you asking this?"
Lu Chenyang knew that this guy wouldn't be concerned about Su Zichen's affairs for no reason.
"Then I'll be blunt. You're just a convict who just got out of prison. You're not good enough for Su Zichen at all." Song Fuhua looked down on Lu Chenyang and directly confronted him.
"This is my business, and it's none of your place to interfere." Lu Chenyang narrowed his eyes.
If he weren't afraid of scaring Su Zichen, he wouldn't mind teaching Song Fuhua a little lesson.
"What? You're a convict, how dare you talk back?" Song Fuhua's face instantly darkened.
But he suppressed his anger and said to Lu Chenyang, "Kid, I'll give you a piece of advice."
“Su Zichen used to be blind, so there was no problem for her to marry you, a convict.”
"But now he is a phoenix spreading its wings, and someone like you is not worthy of him at all."
“If you don’t leave him soon, I guarantee you’ll be in big trouble very soon.”
"Imminent disaster?" Lu Chenyang's lips curled into a cold smile. "I really can't think of anyone in the world who could bring me such a disaster?"
“Hey Lu, I advise you not to be so arrogant.” Song Fuhua sneered in return: “You’re just a convict. There are plenty of people who can take care of you.”
"Whether I'm in deep trouble or not is not up to you. On the contrary, I see a dark cloud hanging over your face, and you're bound to suffer a bloody disaster soon. You'd better watch yourself." Lu Chenyang revealed a meaningful smile.
"You're talking nonsense! I'm a billionaire boss, how could I possibly..." Song Fuhua was furious at first, but then he seemed to realize something and suddenly felt guilty and stopped talking.
In just a short while, several items had already been auctioned off on stage.
Just then.
The sexy host on stage brought out another item for auction, "This is a bronze sword from the pre-Qin period, with a starting bid of 700 million."
"What? A bronze sword from the pre-Qin period?"
Looking at the antique bronze sword on the stage, Deng Lingling's eyes were filled with fervor.
As far as he knew, Zhuo Haishan was a martial artist, and his favorite thing was this kind of ancient sword.
“My dear, take a look at this bronze sword on the platform.”
“I want to auction it off and give it to Chairman Zhuo as a gift.”
What do you think of this sword?
Deng Lingling's meaning was clear: she wanted Song Fuhua to take a look and verify the authenticity of the document.
Although he has made some money over the years.
But if he had to spend millions or tens of millions to buy a fake product, he wouldn't be able to handle the blow.
Most importantly, it's not just about losing money, it's also about losing face.
"This sword is mainly decorated with black rhomboid geometric patterns, and the front of the hilt is cast with a beast face pattern and inlaid with blue glass..."
"The use of composite metal technology and sulfidation treatment results in different hardnesses between the blade and the hilt, achieving a balance of strength and flexibility."
"Such craftsmanship could be considered top-notch in the pre-Qin period."
"In my opinion, there is a greater than 90% chance that this sword is real."
"President Zhuo is a martial artist, and he has a particular fondness for antique swords like these."
"If we auction it off and give it to him, he will surely be pleased."
Song Fuhua spoke very professionally, making a direct conclusion.
“That’s what I think too.” A glint flashed in Deng Lingling’s eyes, and she quickly raised her paddle, “750 million.”
The others also heard Song Fuhua's words and, without the slightest hesitation, began to raise their placards.
After all, Song Fuhua's expertise in appraising antiques has already been proven.
Since he says the sword is real, then it must be true.
Several people took turns raising their paddles, and the price quickly rose to 900 million.
Finally, Deng Lingling bought this bronze sword from the pre-Qin period for 960 million yuan.
During this period, Deng Lingling borrowed more than 300 million yuan from Su Youfei before finally securing the deal.
"Alright, let's give a warm round of applause to congratulate Ms. Deng on successfully bidding for this bronze sword."
The sexy host on stage had someone bring the bronze sword to Deng Lingling.
Holding the bronze sword, Deng Lingling trembled with excitement.
With this sword, Chairman Zhuo's nomination slots are practically guaranteed.
If I could be selected as the ambassador for the martial arts tournament because of this, it would be an absolute steal!
"Sister Lingling, congratulations!"
Looking at the bronze sword in Deng Lingling's hand, Su Zichen's eyes were filled with envy.
This is an antique worth nearly 1,000 million, but Deng Lingling didn't even blink and bought it directly.
They really are rich and powerful.
"Auctions are places where money is thrown around."
"Whoever spends the most money can get the desired collectible."
"That's strange, Su Zichen, you haven't held up a sign even once from the beginning until now."
"Have you not found anything you like, or do you simply not have the money?"
Deng Lingling suddenly asked.
"This..." Su Zichen looked embarrassed and forced a smile, "I...I haven't decided what to auction yet..."
"Alright, alright, stop pretending." Deng Lingling sneered and mocked, "Su Zichen, if you don't have money, just say so. There's no need to go through all this trouble to make excuses."
"I think I understand now."
"This kind of upscale place is not suitable for you at all. I think you should just go and buy things from street vendors."
"That place is perfect for you."
“Sister Lingling, you…” Su Zichen’s pretty face turned red with anger, but she didn’t know how to refute it.
"Deng Lingling, you spent nearly 1,000 million to buy this piece of junk. What's there to be proud of?" Lu Chenyang said to Deng Lingling with a sneer. "Don't look down on this or that all the time."
“At street stalls, we can buy goods of equal value for tens or hundreds of yuan.”
"You went bankrupt buying a fake, what do you have to be proud of?"
What? Counterfeit goods?
Upon hearing Lu Chenyang's words, everyone present couldn't help but look in his direction.
Their gazes toward Deng Lingling were also filled with amusement.
Mr. Yu spent millions to buy a piece of worthless paper.
Now that Deng Lingling has spent nearly 1,000 million, could it be that she bought a bunch of junk?
"You surnamed Lu, do you have no shame at all?"
“You two are dirt poor, you come here and don’t even buy a single item.”
"Now you're jealous that I got to photograph the items you wanted, aren't you?"
"Didn't you hear Song Fuhua say just now that there's a more than 90% chance this bronze sword is real?"
"You're just a recently released convict."
"Do you think your judgment is better than Song Fuhua's?"
Looking at Deng Lingling, who was about to explode.
Su Zichen quickly apologized, "Sister Lingling, please don't get agitated, please don't get agitated."
"Chenyang is just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."
He didn't know much about these antiques and artifacts either.
But since Song Fuhua is a recognized expert in appraising antiques, his eyesight must be better than Lu Chenyang's.
Since he himself believes the sword is real, then Lu Chenyang is most likely mistaken.