The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 79 Entering the Huo Family (3)

"Where are we going?" Du Liangchen asked after getting into the car.

"You'll know when you get there." Huo Qirui stared straight ahead, and ordered Fu Xin to drive.

When the car stopped at the entrance of Langdu Hotel, Du Liangchen was a little surprised, "Why are we here?"

Fu Xin followed from behind and handed over a white card, "Miss Du, your VIP card."

After taking it over and looking at it, Du Liangchen was dumbfounded.

A VIP card for a Christie's auction!
Christie's!Cloud city auction for three consecutive days.

It was here that Qiao An swiped 1000 million yuan and swept the front pages of the media. Is this what he called a good place?
In Du Liangchen's view, there is no worse place than here.

Here, you may run into Joan at any time...

"Well, I don't want to go..." Du Liangchen was unwilling to go to the auction, and began to find reasons for himself. Huo Qirui glanced at her, didn't speak, and dragged her directly towards the elevator.

joke!This dead woman!She can't go if she wants to?

If not, who will he show the surprise he prepared?
In the end, Du Liangchen was carried into the elevator by him and went up to the 12th floor.

"Sir, the VIP seats are in front." Fu Xin stood behind Huo Qirui and reminded.

"There are so many people, let's sit in the back." Du Liangchen snapped and sat down on the seat beside him.

Huo Qirui glanced at her and sat down on the seat beside her without saying a word.

Seeing him sitting down, Du Liangchen's heart was only half relieved. Sitting in the front is so eye-catching, but sitting in the back allows him to see the people in front.

She poked her head and looked forward carefully. Except for the people in the VIP seat at the front who couldn't see clearly, it seemed that there was really no familiar figure from her back...

"Why are we here?"

"You'll know later." Huo Qirui pouted in the direction of the auction booth, motioning her to look over.

Today's auctioneer is a woman in her thirties, with blond shawl and curly hair paired with a wine-red dress, and a bottle of red wine on a tray in her hand.

Du Liangchen's gaze was fixed on the red wine.

Judging from the design of the bottle body, it should be the red wine from Bordeaux Chateau in France. It was too far away from the auction booth, and Du Liangchen couldn't see the specific name of the red wine.

Du Liangchen stretched his head, trying to see clearly, the label of 1945 could be vaguely seen on the bottle.

1945?Or from Bordeaux?

There is only one model that can be presented at Christie's auction-that is, the 45-year-old Hilde.

The market price of this red wine is at least around [-] US dollars.

What a pity.

In China, the upper class pays more attention to the collection value and ignores the value of the auction item itself. If such a top-notch red wine is auctioned here, there must be no one who can appreciate it.

"We can sit in the front." Seeing her trying to move her head forward, Huo Qirui sat beside her and reminded her.

"Uh. No need, just sit here and take a look..."

Anyway, she can't afford such a luxurious red wine, and it's a kind of enjoyment to be able to sit in the back and watch it.

She said sit back and watch?

Huo Qirui's face changed.

Has this dead woman's brain nerves become so dull?
His woman took the VIP card just to come and see this red wine?
Still fucking sitting so far back?
"Hilde 1945, Year of Victory, base price $8..."

The auctioneer held the red wine in his hand, which complemented the wine red dress on her body.

After the auctioneer finished his introduction, there was a lot of booing from the audience, and many people were eager to try and bid for this top red wine.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can start bidding now. The starting price is..."

"50." The auctioneer's voice hadn't finished yet, when a crisp voice rang out from below.

The people in the auction started to be shocked, 50 bottles of red wine?
Everyone was amazed at the price of 50 yuan, only Du Liangchen stood there alone...

This voice...is really Joan.

There is no need to identify it, as long as the word is calm and breezy, she will recognize it.

he is really here...

(End of this chapter)