Chapter 219: Slap in the Face

Chapter 219 Slap in the face

One million!

This voice was like a thunderclap in the plain, bombarding everyone's forehead directly, and instantly made everyone's brains blank and dumbfounded.

One bun, one million?

The whole audience fell silent.

One million, for many wealthy people present, is not a big sum, they can take it out in a minute. But this one million has a different meaning.

It was like a loud slap in the face, slapping Bao Xingwang hard in the face.

This kind of pain will make Bao Xingwang feel like he is in heaven and can't stop---

Except for Haitian Group, who else dares to go against Bao Xingwang? Just because of Luo Feng.

Originally, Luo Feng's taking the buns to auction was already a humiliation to Bao Xingwang, and now this man cooperated and slapped his face without hesitation. The sour taste made Bao Xingwang's face change and twist at this moment.

Swish!

Everyone looked up.

Surprisingly, he sat at the same table with Zheng Haitian.

He had a golden glasses frame and looked gentle and refined.

"It's Liao Yiran." Many people took a breath of cold air almost at the same time.

Black Soil Group, Liao Yiran.

In Yangcheng, this can be said to be a sign that many people are afraid of.

Very few people are willing to provoke the Black Soil Group, because they all know the predecessor of the Black Soil Group. Although this force has been lurking, once it breaks out, it is not something they can contend with.

Zheng Haitian also looked at Liao Yiran with great surprise at this moment.

Zheng Haitian was extremely angry about Bao Xingwang's attack on Luo Feng, but tonight's charity auction was very important. He was the leader and could only endure it temporarily.

But he never expected that it would be such a result.

Even the beautiful host above was stunned and forgot to speak.

Luo Feng looked at Liao Yiran,

nodded and smiled from a distance.

Luo Feng dared to come up, to a certain extent, because he saw Liao Yiran was also here.

When Luo Feng and Zheng Wei entered the room, Liao Yiran had not come yet, so at first, Liao Yiran did not know that Luo Feng was also here. Although Luo Feng saw Liao Yiran later, he was too lazy to say hello and was busy eating in the back.

With Liao Yiran's financial resources and power, he was naturally not afraid of the Bao Group.

Luo Feng believed that he would make a move.

However, it was somewhat beyond Luo Feng's expectation that he won it directly for one million.

"Beauty, it's your turn." Luo Feng turned his head and smiled at the beautiful host.

The beautiful host came back from her daze, looked at Luo Feng deeply, and then calmed down and showed a professional smile, "President Liao of the Black Soil Group bid one million, is there a higher price?"

A hammer fell, and it was a deal!

A bun worth one million was brought to Liao Yiran.

Liao Yiran picked up the bun, took a bite, and immediately frowned.

"It's not delicious." With that, Liao Yiran threw the bun directly off the table.

One million was gone.

The whole audience looked at Liao Yiran in silence.

They are all smart people, and they know what Liao Yiran meant by this move.

It is nothing more than telling Bao Xingwang in the most naked tone that he, Liao Yiran, is firmly on Luo Feng's side, and Bao Xingwang's provocation of Luo Feng is provocation of his Black Soil Group.

No one knows why Liao Yiran did this, but it is clear at this time that Bao Xingwang is in trouble tonight.

Bao Xingwang's face seemed to have been swollen, his face was black and purple, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He clenched his fists tightly, his body was shaking with anger, and he looked at Luo Feng's eyes, wishing he could devour him.

But at this moment, reason told him, no! Can't!

The buns that Luo Feng took out were sold at a sky-high price of one million.

Bao Xingwang was completely shut up and had nothing to say.

Under the gathering of many eyes, Bao Xingwang stared at Luo Feng fiercely, and then left.

Luo Feng walked in front of Liao Yiran, picked up a wine glass, smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Liao, for your strong support."

Liao Yiran stood up and clinked glasses with Luo Feng, laughing, "Your business, Luo Feng, is my business, Liao Yiran."

In one sentence, it's that simple.

A real man is one who can say and do.

After clinking glasses with almost everyone at the table and drinking a sip, Luo Feng returned to Zheng Wei's side.

"Luo Feng, you actually have a relationship with President Liao of the Black Soil Group." Zheng Wei looked at Luo Feng with great curiosity.

"On a dark and windy night, I jumped off a boat and saved him, and then he wanted to repay me." Luo Feng restored the truth of the matter in a few words.

Zheng Wei curled her lips, "You are just talking nonsense."

"---"

The charity auction is still going on.

However, after the steamed bun auction incident, the following auctions seemed as dull as boiling water, and many ended hastily, and few people had the desire to bid.

Before the auction was over, Luo Feng ate and drank his fill, and left the hotel with Zheng Wei.

They came to the Pearl River, feeling the river breeze and looking at the "Slim Waist". The lights of the world-famous "Slim Waist" kept changing, and it was exceptionally beautiful.

The two walked side by side, chatting and laughing.

Perhaps because they had been together for a long time, Zheng Wei's eyes were less shy, and she opened her mouth and told Luo Feng about her childhood fun. The Pearl River at night was filled with silver bell-like laughter from time to time.

"Luo Feng, what about you?" Zheng Wei's big eyes suddenly looked at Luo Feng, "What were you like when you were a child?"

"Me?" Luo Feng's eyes revealed a sense of loss, and the old Taoist priest with white beard and a bit of immortality and a hint of pretentiousness appeared in his mind.

After so many years, the old Taoist priest must have turned into a cup of yellow earth.

Luo Feng sighed lightly, "I have followed an old charlatan since I was a child, cheating and doing all kinds of evil."

Zheng Wei laughed, "You just love to talk nonsense."

The two sat on the stone bench by the Pearl River, chatting left and right.

At this moment, Zheng Wei did not have the idea of ​​getting on Luo Feng as Liu Mei suggested. She just hoped that she could just blow the wind quietly, chat happily beside the male god, what a small wish.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Luo Feng sent Zheng Wei back to the door of the villa.

"See you tomorrow." Luo Feng waved with a smile.

Zheng Wei smiled sweetly, walked a few steps towards home, turned around, and waved to Luo Feng with a smile.

That night, nothing happened between the two of them as Liu Mei said, which fully illustrates Zheng Wei's point that Liu Mei's premonition has never been accurate.

Luo Feng called Jun Lianmeng before returning to Lanfeng Apartment to confirm that Song Daiying had left.

Back to the rental house.

Jun Lianmeng was watching TV with a pillow in her hand, and said without looking away, "You're back."

"How is she, didn't she find anything?" Luo Feng asked impatiently, pointing to a wall next door.

"Yes." Jun Lianmeng turned her head and looked at Luo Feng, saying word by word, "Who would have thought that you actually hid a pair of stinky socks under the coffee table? And classmate Song Daiying saw it."