"That's great, we don't have to spend more than 200 million to compete with him!"

The excited and joyful Zhou Mengyun suddenly stared at Chen Xingran with a burning gaze. She said, "Xingran, have you done something in secret? Otherwise, how could Xu Xincheng give up competing with us!"

Chen Xingran smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, Xu Xincheng is out of money. He is about to bid again. Don't think about it. Hurry up and bid with all his strength."

Although Chen Xingran did not admit it, Zhou Mengyun still felt that Chen Xingran must have done something.

The subsequent auction became extremely smooth, with the starting price of 30 million yuan. Zhou Mengyun only added one million yuan, but no one even bid again. In the end, Zhou Mengyun successfully won the cosmetics company for 31 million yuan.

The company that was called for 220 million just now made a deal with 31 million at once, which really made everyone feel like they were dreaming.

At this time, Zhou Mengyun walked towards the backstage of the venue happily. She went to collect relevant documents. Just as she was about to walk to the backstage, she suddenly walked out a few black suits and stopped Zhou Mengyun.

"Zhou of Suran Group, right? Come with us, our boss wants to see you."

Zhou Mengyun looked at these black suits and asked vigilantly: "Who is your boss?"

"Yang Tianhuang, Mr. Yang!"

Yang Tianhuang sat at the highest point in Area A, his position was condescending and his career was open, which could be said to be the best position in the entire venue.

Zhou Mengyun was brought to Yang Tianhuang. The man, who was nearly 60 years old, stared at Zhou Mengyun's body and looked up and down.

He suddenly laughed and said, "I'm pretty good-looking, come and sit beside me and talk."

A beautiful woman in her twenties who was originally sitting next to Yang Tianhuang immediately stood up obediently and stood behind Yang Tianhuang.

Yang Tianhuang patted the seat under his butt and said in a good manner: "Come and sit here."

Zhou Mengyun is not a casual woman, even if the person in front of her is Le Yun’s emperor, she will not compromise casually.

A subordinate next to Yang Tianhuang pointed at Zhou Mengyun and scolded: "Are you deaf? Didn't you listen to Mr. Yang let you sit here?"

Yang Tianhuang signaled his men not to speak. He still said to Zhou Mengyun with a smile on his face: "Don't be nervous, I, Yang Tianhuang, are not a human-eating tiger. I am still very tolerant of beautiful women."

Zhou Mengyun bowed to Yang Tianhuang and said, "Mr. Yang, what happened before was ours. If possible, I will hold a banquet to apologize to you."

Yang Tianhuang looked at Zhou Mengyun's body with a light look. He said, "I don't think it's necessary to hold a banquet, but it's okay to open a room together at night. You have a sleep with me, and I can consider letting the people in your company leave Leyun safely."

When Zhou Mengyun heard Yang Tianhuang's words, she began to feel a little panicked. She was a weak woman and didn't know how to face Le Yun's local emperor.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Mr. Yang, you are already sixty, why are you still thinking about finding a woman? Maybe you can't stand up anymore. I think you don't mess around."

Then, Chen Xingran walked to Zhou Mengyun.

When Zhou Mengyun saw Chen Xingran appear, she instantly felt a sense of security, and her hand even unconsciously grabbed Chen Xingran's arm.

Before Yang Tianhuang got angry, everyone around him immediately surrounded Chen Xingran. The person in charge pointed at Chen Xingran's nose and said softly: "Boy, you really don't want to live anymore!"
Chapter completed!