Qin Yun had no confidence in what she said, after all, she also understood that they were just passers-by for He Fan after all.

However, Qin Yun did not regret it. After all, He Fan gave her a lot of things.

There are sports cars and luxury goods, and there is also 100,000 yuan in cash, which is a real profit.

In total, the items He Fan gave her are worth nearly 1.5 million.

And even if He Fan didn't give her these things, Qin Yun wouldn't mind, after all, she was voluntarily dedicated herself.

Life is short, and being able to do something beyond friendship with your idol is something that many people want...

Thinking of this, Qin Yun immediately said, "Don't think so much. It doesn't matter whether Mr. He or not contact us. Anyway, we have enough things."

Li Qian, who was sitting in the co-pilot, shook her head and said in a very regretful way: "Just say you are stupid! We have only been with Mr. He for two days and have got so many things. If we stayed with him for a while, we might be able to get a house."

Qin Yun immediately retorted: "You're thinking too much. A house costs at least hundreds or thousands. No matter how rich Mr. He is, he will not be so squandered."

Li Qian rolled her eyes and said something unhappy: "It seems that you know Mr. He very well!"

"I'm just telling a fact. After all, Mr. He's money was not blown by the strong wind." Qin Yun said calmly.

Li Qian shook her head, no longer wanting to argue with Qin Yun about the topic.

...

Just as Qin Yun and Li Qian were heading to the bank, He Fan was also sitting on the Rolls-Royce and heading to the banquet held by Boss Ma.

It is said to be a banquet, but it is actually a charity party.

Today's banquet is a private charity auction held by Boss Ma, and the funds obtained from the auction will be donated to the elderly and children in poor mountainous areas.

The banquet was not far from the Sheraton Hotel where He Fan lived. It was almost twenty minutes away, just in a commercial building.

After parking the car in the parking lot, He Fan took Wang Jie and others to the 66th floor of the building with his elevator.

As soon as we got out of the elevator, a staff member came up to inquire.

"Sir, please show your invitation letter?" the staff asked respectfully. After all, there were several men in suits following He Fan, and his identity was not simple at first glance.

He Fan nodded, then took out his mobile phone and opened the album. It was a photo of an invitation letter. The photo was sent to He Fan by Boss Ma. There was also a number on it, and it was written on it.

As soon as the staff saw the invitation letter in the photo, they asked in surprise: "You are Mr. He!"

He Fan nodded!

When the staff saw it, their attitude became even more respectful. After all, this was the guest ordered by the boss himself, so he did not dare to neglect it.

"Mr. He, our boss is waiting for you. Please come with me here!" The staff member reached out and pointed to the left.

He Fan nodded and followed the staff toward the left aisle.

Soon, He Fan followed the staff to a conference hall.

At this time, in the conference hall, there were five people sitting on the sofa and talking loudly, and hearty laughter came from time to time.

However, when the staff took He Fan into the conference hall, they were noticed by these people. The eyes of several people should have shifted to He Fan.

Among them, one of them was middle-aged, who stood up directly, then walked towards He Fan with big strides.

Before the person arrived, the voice came first.

"Mr. He!"

"Boss Ma!"

He Fan also smiled and said hello to the other party, then took the initiative to reach out and hold the other party.

Although it was only the first time to meet Boss Ma, He Fan did not feel unfamiliar. It may be because he had heard of this deed since he was a child.

After letting go of his hands, middle-aged man in glasses, he was Boss Ma. He first exchanged a few greetings with He Fan, and then enthusiastically helped He Fan introduce the identities of the other people present.

"This one is..."

After some introduction, He Fan also has a basic understanding of the identities of the people present.

It can be said that these four people in Pengcheng are all people who are very slight in all walks of life. If you sneeze, you will have to cause some trouble.

However, He Fan didn't care much about these people, and just said hello to each other.

After all, with his current value and assets, only one of the few people present could give him a different look.

However, it is still necessary to be polite. Although He Fan does not plan to make friends with these people, he will not offend the other party for no reason.

After everyone greeted each other, they each took their seats.

Boss Ma looked at He Fan's overly young face and said with mixed feelings: "Mr. He, I have heard that you have created a large industry at a young age. I didn't expect that after meeting you, I realized that you are really young!"

It’s not that Boss Ma is so emotional. After all, he had just founded Penguin Company at He Fan’s age. Compared with He Fan’s current achievements, the difference is more than a little bit.

Although He Fan's wealth is only more than 100 billion now, Boss Ma knew in his heart that He Fan, who owns three percent of Penguin's shares, had his wealth and assets almost caught up with him...

Faced with Boss Ma’s praise, He Fan was rarely embarrassed, after all, this person was his former idol.

"Boss Ma was joking. My industry is just a small fuss, and it is not as good as the Penguin Company." He Fan subtly bypassed the topic of age.

After all, all middle-aged and elderly people present were over fifty years old, and He Fan didn't want to find any sense of youthful superiority in front of these people, so as not to be hit and unable to recover.

Boss Ma smiled and shook his head, not intending to continue delving into this topic, but continued to talk about another topic.

"Mr. He, can you take the initiative to ask, how did you buy these three percent shares from Mr. Song?" Boss Ma asked in confusion, his eyes also staring at He Fan.

After all, Boss Ma herself also went to Mr. Song, who planned to acquire three percent of the shares, and the price given was not low.

However, Mr. Song has always been very determined and is unwilling to sell these shares. That is why Boss Ma is very curious about how He Fan took these shares from the other party.

Faced with Boss Ma’s inquiry, He Fan naturally couldn’t tell the truth. After all, even he didn’t know the system’s methods. How could he know how these shares came about?

As the auctioneer finished speaking, everyone else began to bid.

"Five thousand one million!"

"Five thousand two million!"

...

"Five eight million!"

"Five eight million and five million!"

The price is rising steadily, and within a short while, it has reached nearly 60 million.

However, when it was nearly 60 million, the price of each price increase had fallen, and it was no longer one million or one million.

"Sixty million!"

At this time, a middle-aged man sitting behind He Fan shouted out the price, which made He Fan turn his head and look at the other person in an instant.

The other party didn't know if he knew He Fan. When he saw He Fan looked over, he smiled and nodded and greeted him.

He didn't hit the smiling person. Since the other party said hello, He Fan naturally responded with a smiling person.

But no matter how much I smile, this house will not be given to the other party.

"Sixty thousand one million!" He Fan directly raised the sign in his hand and shouted.

In other words, He Fan didn't turn his head, otherwise he could see the other party's slightly stiff smiling face.

But the auction is naturally the one with the highest price. The middle-aged man is not very angry, but he is just a little depressed.

After all, you just shout for a price. Why do you have to turn your head to look at him before shouting? What is the difference between this and provocation?

However, no matter how depressed the middle-aged man would not stop bidding. He raised the sign and shouted: "Sixty-one and five million!"

"Sixty-three million!"

"Sixty-four-five million!"

"Sixty-five million!"

Among them, not only He Fan and the middle-aged people were clamoring for prices, but there were several other wealthy businessmen interested in this villa.

After all, the villa in Tianhaiwan is very valuable, and it is very cost-effective whether you buy it or rent it out.

Soon, as everyone rushed to shout prices, the price finally reached the 70 million mark.

Now there are only participants left at the scene, He Fan and the middle-aged man sitting behind him.

"Seventy million!" The middle-aged man shouted the price with a gloomy face, and even glanced at He Fan.

After all, if it weren't for He Fan, he would probably have won the villa for 68 million yuan.

But now the price has been raised to 70 million, and the middle-aged man still has no confidence to win the house.

Because from the beginning of the auction of this villa, He Fan looked calm from beginning to end, as if these tens of millions were not money.

"Seven thousand one million!"

Sure enough, He Fan made another offer, and the increase of one million directly made the middle-aged man's face even more gloomy.

At this time, he was thinking whether it was worth it. After all, the real value of this house was only about 65 million, and the price offered now exceeded the actual value of the house.

The reason why middle-aged men insisted on taking pictures of this villa was simply because they wanted to perform in front of Boss Ma.

After all, this villa was auctioned by Boss Ma. If he successfully bought this house, he would naturally have a good conversation with Boss Ma.

But just to show your face in front of Boss Ma, you have to spend hundreds of millions more, which is worth considering.

After all, this is just showing his face in front of Boss Ma, and it is not that Boss Ma can support him.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

The last time, he added another half a million. If the other party bids again, he won’t argue.

"Seven thousand one hundred and five hundred million!" the middle-aged man shouted, holding a sign.
Chapter completed!