The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

Chapter 23: Can you teach me what to do between friends (1)

Outside the auction venue, reporters held up their cameras to take pictures and asked questions after the security guards tried to maintain order:

"Which one took the picture of Qifeng Terrace?"

"What's the specific price?"

"What are you developing for?"

...

In the sun, a tall, thin, handsome man stood upright on the steps of the government building, facing the reporters who were physically stopped by the security guards. He put his hand in his pants pocket and smiled gracefully.

The sharp eyebrows and the slender ends of the eyes curled into a nice arc with the smile.

The angular face and the jade-like skin looked even more refined and bright under the noon sun, and even the slightly curled hair was glowing with golden light.

The reporters suddenly forgot to ask questions, and for a moment there was a moment of silence around them, and then there was an even more urgent sound of taking pictures.

One of the reporters found out what was ordinary, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you the third young master of the Qiao family?"

Qiao Yang did not answer. He nodded politely to the reporters and left with Liu Wen.

When the reporters reacted, only a slender and easy back was left.

Geng Huiyun walked out of the venue in the mist. He wanted to ask Qiao Yang why he didn't shoot, but he didn't dare to ask directly.

Again, he was thinking about reporting to Gu Ye, but he didn't even bother to answer reporters' questions.

Finally, the official bidder was interviewed:

"The Gu Group took the picture of Qifengtai. The price is 180 million yuan."

"Qiao Yang, the director of the planning department of the Qiao Group, gave up the auction price and Qifengtai."

A few simple sentences made the keen reporters realize that this will be a big news that will shock the business community.

"Excuse me, that person just now is really the third young master of the Qiao family?"

"Why did the third young master of the Qiao family give up the bid?"

"Will the price of 180 million yuan cost the auctioneer?"

"How does Gu think about this matter?"

There were also two sentences in the sound of the boiling question: "...The third young master of the Qiao family is so handsome~"

They scrambled to ask questions, record, take photos, and send manuscripts.

Qiao's Building Planning Department.

Li Songran was sitting in his work room, and his face suddenly changed when he saw a cell phone message.

He hurried out.

In an empty corner, he held a mobile phone in one hand, and clenched a fist in the other and thumped it against the white wall:

"Uncle Guo, Qiao Yang didn't even take pictures of Qifengtai, he...he didn't bid at all!"

"I already know!"

Uncle Guo yelled: "That idiot Qiao Yang would give Qifeng Terrace to Gu Ye! What is in his mind!"

"A big loss, at such a low price, the pharaoh's heart attack almost relapsed."

"The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is so gone, so the Gu family took advantage of it."