Wen Sweet and sweet stood at the door, and when Wen Honghai looked at him, his eyes also fell on him.

Everyone saw her, and looked at each other in amazement, guessing that it was a mess.

Wen Honghai also has such concerns.

He frowned, looking at the warm and sweet eyes very calmly, but the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

According to his investigations in the past few days, Wen Sweet does not have enough assets to buy these things.

M.I. Group is heavily in debt and careless, let alone taking out hundreds of millions of dollars to buy the castle.

Refused Nguyen's help, it can be said that there is no money in hand, what can she do?

Wen Hon Hai set his mind, turned his head and made a look at the host on the stage.

The host looked at the look, nodded slightly, and looked at the sweetness.

“Miss Wen, would you like to bid?”Now the price is 150 million, can you come up with a higher price?”

Before he could wait for the sweet talk, he continued, "But I want to remind you that today's auction is to be paid on the spot."

This sentence, clearly is to determine that sweet sweetness does not have enough money.

It was clear that it was embarrassing for her.

The whole auction floor was quiet, and everyone was waiting for the next step.

He listened to the host, but smiled.

He didn’t say anything, but he walked over with his feet.

Step by step, the sound of crisp footsteps brings a sense of oppression.

She went straight to the stage and said, “I’m not here to go to the auction, I’m here to end today’s auction.”

As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked, and there was a voice below the rate of understanding.

Wen Honghai's eyebrows frowned sharply.

End of the auction?

What do you mean?

Do you want to buy everything in the name of the book?

Impossible!

The idea in my heart was just emerging, and Wen Honghai quickly denied it.

She couldn’t get that much money.

After listening to the warm and sweet deterioration, he also faltered, and his face became somewhat ugly, but he was still polite.

Ask yourself, “How much money do you plan to photograph everything?”

"I have no money."Sweet and sweet to say.

The manager listened and laughed.

"Miss Wen, please do not disturb the order of the auction, otherwise I have the right to cancel your right to participate."

Wen Sweet and Sweet stood in the same place without moving, but searched for the certificate placed on the side, and above it was the description of the ancient castle of Ji Jingchen.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes suddenly became forced.

“What right do you have to sell my property?”

The host listened and frowned incredul.

"Miss Wen, this is the industry under the name of Ji Jingchen, we got permission, only to hold an auction."

“Who said it was a choir?”

He asked, took out the bag that had been pinched in his hand, and put it in front of everyone.

"This is Ji Jingchen's property transfer consent, from the moment he signed the pen, Ji Jingchen's name all the industries, have been transferred to my name."

She raised her head, and her sharp eyes filled the eyes of everyone on the stage, and the voice was clear and loud.

“You take the property in my name and hold the auction for yourself, and you dare to ask me what I’m doing here?”

Sweet and sweet patted the paper on the table, and let everyone's heart tremble.

The auctioneer froze and set his eyes on the document.

Before he could finish, the sound of Wen’s airy irritability came from below.

“Impossible!”

He stood up and looked ugly.

"Such a big company, not you say it's yours, it's yours."

"It's mine, the contract is clearly written, you see for yourself."Sweet and cold.

Wen Hon Hai shuddered and turned his head to the people around him made a color.

An assistant-looking man quickly stepped forward and picked up the document and looked at it.

The more you turn down, the harder it looks.

Quickly looking at it again, he turned his head and said to Wen Honghai: "This said above, Ji Jingchen in September last year, has transferred all the property to Wen Sweet and Sweet ..."

Wen Honghai listened, his face suddenly changed.

"Impossible!If it has been transferred, why not found out when the industry integration survey was conducted a week ago?”

She laughed, not talking.

Instead, the assistant frowned and thought about opening his mouth.

“The contract indicates that Ji Jingchen has signed it, but that the validity of the contract is indefinite until the signature is signed by the parties, and shall take effect immediately when the parties sign.”

His face was full of sorrow.

"Miss Wen should have been the signature that had just fallen in the last few days."

Wen Honghai listened, and was angry and surprised.

“Why have I never heard of this!”

Wen sweetened the assistant's contract and said, "Speaking up, I want to thank you, and if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought of it."

She lowered her gaze and groped her fingers on the cover of the contract.

This is the agreement reached by Ji Jingchen and Mrs. Nguyen, and all the assets under the name of Ji Jingchen have long been transitioned to the sweet and sweet name.

She was just not willing to accept it.

That day, she listened to Wen Honghai's words, and remembered that she had been keeping the original contract in her hand, and would go to the Nguyen's family to get it back in person.

The auction is based on the death of Ji Jingchen, and there is no heir to the cause of all industries.

As long as it is proved that these industries are not Ji Jingchen, but sweet and sweet themselves, there is no auction at all.

Everything that the Wen family has promoted before will be ineffective.

Today’s auction is just a farce and a joke at the same time.

Everyone in the room looked at the sudden changes in front of them and couldn’t tell what was going on.

Wen Honghai's face is extremely ugly.

They could hardly have forced Ji Jingchen to death, thinking that they could pocket the companies in his name.

But now, because of a piece of information that fell from the sky, it was all destroyed.

Wen Hon Hai clenched his teeth, and even the tip of the tongue tasted a faint smell of blood.

He looked fiercely at the sweetness on the stage.

Sweet and sweet, he smiled slowly.

"Mr. Wen, if you think the contract is wrong, I can ask a lawyer to speak to you personally."

“No need!”

The sea of Wen Hong rebuked, and anger surged.

He stared at the sweetness, not concealing the irony of the spoken word.

“I hope you can take care of this mess, so don’t make it worse!”

Then he turned away coldly.

No one dared to speak.

Until Wen Honghai left, the people did not return to God.