Chapter: 143

However, at this moment, there are many girls in the upper class who are looking at him with admiration and eyes. Sometimes they are looking at him with radiance in their eyes, which makes people feel good, especially being valued by Nalan Ruo. He felt that he had a chance.

At this time, who knows who smiled and said: "By the way, didn't the son-in-law who came to the door just now bid a hundred yuan? If you don't bid for the auctioneer, if he has something to say, once he repents, you can't even sell for a hundred yuan. Already!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was laughter all around.

"If you don't understand antiques, don't come to auctions like others. Isn't this a waste of resources?"

"You want to come here with a hundred dollars? Why don't you buy lottery tickets? The chances of getting rich are higher!"

"Why is everyone now, how can someone like this get an invitation letter from the auction? The level of this auction is getting worse and worse!"

"One hundred yuan with an auction item really broke our expectations!"

Zheng Man'er, who was ridiculed countless times around, was also particularly embarrassed.

Ye Hao didn�t open his mouth just now, but it�s good that he is now asking for a hundred yuan to auction off this fake. I�m afraid this matter will soon spread throughout Nanhai City, and the entire Zheng�s family in the upper circles in Nanhai City will become the target of ridicule.


The auctioneer was reminded at this moment, and she also quickly said: "Fortunately, now this gentleman's asking price is one hundred yuan. I don't know, no, someone called the price?"

"Once for a hundred dollars! Twice for a hundred dollars! Three times for a hundred dollars!"

"Sir, congratulations, you own the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains"! Please go to the backstage to pay the bill later." The auctioneer said respectfully and had to admit that her service attitude is really good.

"Hahaha, I think I don't need it. Isn't it just a hundred quick bucks? Let him take it out now!"

"That's right! If you don't let him take it out now, in case he can't even take out a hundred yuan in a while, you will lose money at the auction!"

"It's impossible to make a loss-making business!" Surrounded by mocking voices, Ye Hao's behavior in the eyes of the crowd simply embarrassed them, the upper class.

The auctioneer was also extremely embarrassed, but she was really afraid that Ye Hao would not be able to take out a hundred yuan. After hesitating for a while, she said softly: "Sir, you don't even have a hundred yuan, do you? Otherwise, we Now hand over the cash?"

Ye Hao didn't talk nonsense, but kept digging and digging on his body. It took a long time to find a piece of 100 yuan, and then reluctantly handed it to the auctioneer.

There's no way, he really only has this one hundred yuan in cash.

"Puchi�"

"Hahaha, it's so funny, someone actually bought a picture of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" with 100 yuan in cash?"

"The hundred yuan is hidden so safely, you won't be afraid of losing it, right?"

"No wonder I'm afraid of losing it. I guess I only have this hundred yuan on me?"

"Ye Hao, this painting must be kept well. We will ask you to appreciate it when we have time. After all, the one hundred yuan is a famous painting handed down from generation to generation! Hahaha..."

Su Jian and Jiang Wenzhuo both laughed from ear to ear, this Ye Hao is too funny, is he a drama actor?

Ye Hao didn't want to pay attention to them at first, but when he saw Zheng Man'er's face getting more and more ugly, he sighed and said lightly: "Nowadays, can you appreciate a treasure by just knowing a little allusion? "

"Ugh�"

In just a split second, many people's eyes fell on Ye Hao again. Is there anything wrong with this kid? At this time, I still want to say that "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" is really not good?

Are you crazy about money?

On one side is Jiang Wenzhuoye's mocking expression, he couldn't find a chance to slap Ye Hao in the face, but this guy just got slapped once and it wasn't enough, and now he rushed up to be slapped in the face by himself, this is looking for death Woolen cloth? Still looking for death? JrNovels.com