The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 42

Mia walked out of the study with excitement. Her gloomy mood suddenly became better.

Back to the guest room, she immediately locked the door and couldn't wait to call her father.

"Hey, Dad, I have good news to tell you."

"What good news?"

Colton didn't care very much. As long as his sweet daughter didn't cause trouble for him, he would be grateful.

He dared not expect that she had some good news.

"Don't you want to inquire about the detailed bidding plan for Carlos' company?"

"Yeah, how would you know?"

"I heard Alicia say."

Upon hearing the name of his eldest daughter, Colton was immediately interested in it, "Could it be that your sister has asked Carlos, and Carlos has also told her?"

Mia snorted, "She's not so kind. She wishes our family to go bankrupt."

"What? I shouldn’t be excited."

It could be heard that Colton felt so disappointed.

"Dad, can you think of me except for Alicia? I can do what she can do, and even I might do what she can't do."

Her father was a little inexplicable, "What are you talking about? I’m a little confused."

"Let me tell you frankly, the bidding plan for the Carlos' company this time is to select partners in the charity auction in WF Museum on July 13th. On that day, the person who gets the item of charity auction in WF Museum with the highest price will get the construct right of the project."

Mia finished speaking in one breath, but there was no sound on the phone for a long time. She assumed that her father had not heard what she said, so she asked uncertainly, "Dad, did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah. But where did you get the news?"

Colton asked in astonishment. How could such an important source of information be easily known to his daughter?

"Do you not believe me?"

Mia was a little unhappy. She thought she would be praised by her father.

"It's not that I don't believe it, but this matter is a big deal. I have to confirm whether the source of the information is true, otherwise it will cause economic losses."

"I saw the bidding plan in my Carlos' study."

...

Colton asked some details before hung up the phone, and then he thought about it carefully. It was not impossible. This time, Carlos Noel Group was going to build a Hope Primary School, which was itself a charity project. The reason for keeping it secret was that they were afraid that there were so many competitors on the day of the auction, and then there was no way to tell the winner.

He had to admit that Carlos was smart enough to use this method for bidding, which was unprecedented in history. Every time, benefits would eventually fall into the hands of people who was willing to do charity.

If it wasn't her daughter who told him, he would definitely lose the project. He had never been a good person, so naturally he would not spend money on those meaningless things.

After a whole night of deliberation, he finally decided to give it a go. The business world was cruel. If he couldn’t spend the money, he couldn't get much more benefits.

If the project could be obtained by him this time, the profit would be absolutely beyond imagination. The most important thing was that if he could cooperate with Carlos Noel Group in business, he wouldn't have to worry about the future financial resources.

On July 13th, the weather was fine. Early in the morning, Colton came to WF Museum with excitement.

He thought he had arrived early. But when he arrived in WF Museum, he saw that a lot of people had already arrived. Except for some of them were his peers, the others were all dignitaries who he didn't know.

It seemed that there were not many competitors, so he found a seat to sit down, full of confidence.

The auction started at nine o'clock on time. It was just a very ordinary cultural relic, but the bidders kept bidding one after another. Colton had to get it. Naturally, he kept bidding closely.

"One million."

"1.5 million."

"Two million."

...

"Four million."

"4.5 million."

When the current bid was six million, basically no one bided again, but there was one person who did not give up. Colton did not know him, and the man was definitely not his peer. But that person who was as the same as him had a unique feeling for the item.

"Eight million."

He stared in amazement at the middle-aged man sitting in the corner. Who was he? He dared to compete with him? It was just a shit cultural relic. Was it worth so much money? If it wasn't for Carlos Noel Group's project, he didn't want to it at all.

"Eight million for the first time."

"Eight million for the second time."

He was so anxious that his palms began to sweat. If he kept bidding again, even if he got the construction rights of the project, he might not be able to make so much profit. He hesitated and finally said, "Ten million."