The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Not long after the meal, the two went to the auction house.

The uncle changed into an unobtrusive outfit, except that he still wore a hat.

Although he was fifty years old, he still looked young, restrained and gentleman.

This auction is very big, and everyone who can come in has a certain amount of capital.

Today's auction is a charity auction, so many people came, including many reporters.

Xing Jiu'an and his uncle were also photographed, but because the two are not famous, and they are not known rich people in China, even if they attract a little attention because of their looks and temperament, they are very low-key.

"Don't like being photographed?" Uncle asked softly.

Xing Jiu'an only saw one place, and his eyes were a little indifferent.

Hearing this, she shook her head, "No, let's go in."

The uncle looked at the person who was noticed by Xing Jiu'an. He was a young man from China, and he was also a talented person, but he couldn't say that he was very good-looking.

He didn't care too much and entered the auction together with Xing Jiu'an.

This is a hall. The two of them are in the VIP seats in the front row. Uncle Wang goes in with them. The bodyguard and the driver are guarding outside.

As soon as he sat down, someone came over, and Uncle Wang stood up and only said that the master and the young lady did not want to be disturbed, and the man walked away regretfully.

"I said that I would accompany you, but I won't talk about business." Uncle smiled at Xing Jiu'an.

Xing Jiu'an smiled, "Uncle is too high-profile."

The VIP seat can only be obtained by saying his identity, otherwise he can only go to the ordinary seat.

"No way, it's more comfortable here."

The auction started soon, and the two chatted occasionally, but didn't chat much.

Xing Jiu'an is not interested in many things, his uncle seems to be very interested,

Bidding is fun.

They have bid too many times here, and they don't seem to be worried about the funds at all. Hundreds and tens of millions are casually spilled out. The auction is only halfway through, and nearly ten items have already been auctioned.

Xing Jiu'an only looked, and found that there were eyes locked here, and immediately looked over.

It's that man.

That face, Xing Jiu'an will never forget.

After all, her death was caused by that person.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit and was not far from Xing Jiu'an's position. Seeing Xing Jiu'an looking over, he didn't peek at the embarrassment of being caught, and smiled friendly at Xing Jiu'an.

His appearance can't be said badly. He doesn't have the gloom of his last life, and he still looks a little gentle.

Xing Jiu'an couldn't hold back his anger.

Sooner or later, she will make this man pay for everything he has done.

She turned her head and stopped looking.

Some reporters photographed this scene, but Xing Jiu'an's eyes were well hidden, and wearing a hat, he could only see his nose and chin, which was exquisite and beautiful.

They took a lot of things here. Many reporters took pictures, and the two didn't care.

Of course, if you care, none of these photos will be sent out.

Uncle's power is not in China, but there are some forces, and it is easy to deal with some things.

Not to mention Xing Jiu'an.

Xing Jiu'an has no interest in the things here, but his uncle bought a lot, calligraphy and painting, jade, diamonds, and a few antiques.

The auction was over, and they were about to get up to get something, but someone came over unexpectedly.

"Hello, Mr. Gern, can we talk?"

Xing Jiu'an didn't move.

Uncle Gern curled his lips, "Sir, I'm just here to buy something."