London's Guildhall is like a bubble blown by the wind.

As the morning light illuminates this landmark of the River Thames, many tents are also unzipped and the sound of the 'eighth set of radio gymnastics' is very familiar to Chinese people, especially students.

I have to say that children in the Internet age are becoming more and more able to play.

A protest march, except for the solemnity when singing red songs, all of them can be labeled as 'stupid dicks' on their heads at other times.

The demonstrations, which have been going on for almost a day and a night, are now attracting not only local British onlookers, but also countless media outlets.

Looking out from the wide street in front of the town hall, you can see countless long guns and short guns.

Some media are focusing on the event itself, having published several articles in the name of the Chinese treasure, while others are more concerned about the march itself, because there are many things worth reporting about this march, such as whose arms are the size of the tents, food, and clothes and shoes?

What exactly is the purpose of this mysterious man supporting this parade?

From this point, you can write ten manuscripts by means of conspiracy theories, ten manuscripts by means of funny methods, and ten more manuscripts by documentary methods....

Well, the media is like this, to dig up a news event from multiple angles.

Zhang Xiaojian spent an hour emptying several fast-food restaurants in London, and when he returned to the hotel, he found that he and Mozhu had not had breakfast.

Gao Qingsong seemed to have expected it, not only ordered a hearty breakfast in the hotel, but also asked Uncle Zheng and Liao Lao to eat together.

After breakfast, it was actually not early, and there were only ten hours left before the auction held by David Auction House in the evening.

These ten hours are crucial.

Spending money is only the last step, and condemnation and protest form a storm of public opinion, which is sometimes more effective than spending money in Western society.

There was a lot of noise in the conference room in the hotel, and Zhang Xiaojian, who didn't come here yesterday, didn't know that in fact, except for the seemingly grand parade, all aspects of negotiations never stopped.

Long Yiming, in his capacity as president of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, met with the Mayor of London at noon today.

Other organizations have also found high-ranking British officials and parliamentarians through various means, and if all this has no effect, it will finally be Zhang Xiaojian's turn to appear.

Zhang Xiaojian sat here for a while, and instead of hearing the good news, he heard all kinds of bad news.

After taking five minutes, the mayor of London, who met with Long Yiming, said that he would not interfere in the matter.

There was also news from other quarters, some directly refusing to meet, some were vague, and some simply stated that they had no right to interfere with the auction house.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't feel depressed when he heard these news, he just looked at the London sky outside the window and asked, "Mozhu, did you bring an evening dress when you came?"

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The upper class of England and its emphasis on gentlemanly manners and manners.

The traditions of the European aristocracy are extremely comprehensive, so to attend formal occasions, of course, they need to dress for formal occasions.

So there was nothing to do in the afternoon, and Zhang Xiaojian and others, who were already a little sure that they would inevitably appear, went shopping in London's largest shopping mall.

Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong, who were taken for granted, turned into mobile suitcases.

But the suitcases can also feel the happiness of the suitcases, because they are all carrying the luggage for their beloved girl.

Especially when Ye Mozhu and Su Yu tried to enter the fitting room to try on clothes, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong sat on the sofa with a large bag and a small wrap and completely reduced to licking dogs.

"Su Yu, can you laugh?"

Su Yu, who was wearing a black dress, looked at Gao Qingsong: "Why are you laughing?"

Gao Qingsong knocked on Erlang's leg and shook the card coffee in his hand: "Because I forgot to add sugar." ”

Su Yu: "......"

……

"Mozhu, I forgot to ask you, is your mother's surname Fang?"

Changed into a small evening dress, Ye Mozhu, who was stepping on silver high heels, frowned and said: "No surname Fang, surname ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaojian interrupted and said in surprise: "Then why do you look so good." ”

Ye Mozhu: "......"

……

In the end, the local love story contest did not distinguish who won and who lost, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong were not convinced by each other, but they did not have the next round of duel, because they found that Ye Mozhu and Su Yu seemed to be disgusted by them.

After shopping until three o'clock in the afternoon, the four of them ate another Western meal, the taste was not as difficult to swallow as described by Grandma Zhao, but it was really not much better for Zhang Xiaojian's Chinese stomach.

After dinner, I returned to the conference room of the hotel, and as expected, all my efforts came to naught, and now there is only one way to Huashan, and I only have to go to the auction to buy four bronze heads.

For this reason, those who are going to attend the auction begin to get ready.

The whole outfit is not a simple dress, President Long brought a professional team, not only ironing the suit for Zhang Xiaojian and others, but also a professional stylist to put forward his professional advice in a timely manner.

Zhang Xiaojian feels like a puppet...

He kept being fiddled with by a large group of people, and he didn't know how long it took like this, but he finally put on the suit he had just bought, tied a bow tie, and put on a pair of English leather shoes.

The stylist styled each strand of hair as fast as he could, and an English maid patted him on the face with a powder pad and even applied concealer to him.

Zhang Xiaojian, whose skin was a degree whiter, stood in front of the mirror at five o'clock and looked at himself, and found that he was still so handsome.

The others have already been assembled.

Ye Mozhu is particularly beautiful today, the small black dress is in a small V shape to expose the collarbone, and the white skin is shining against the diamond necklace around the neck.

Gao Qingsong is full of British style, and Su Yu, with the help of the stylist, wears a relatively loose but graceful dress, covering her increasingly bulging belly, especially a noblewoman and a celebrity.

Long Yiming and Zheng Weixun were both dressed in Tang costumes with particularly strong Chinese colors, and Liao Lao and Grandma Zhao were decent, but they were also much more energetic than before.

That's the main lineup for today's auction.

When the group walked out of the hotel together, the exquisite dress attracted the side eyes of many people along the way.

Zhang Xiaojian even gave birth to the illusion that they were a group someday, and when he came to the front of the hotel, he saw that the luxury cars outside were ready, and he still had a sense of going out in his heart.

At this time, he remembered a sentence, a sentence from the previous person in charge of Baoli Group: "All my country's treasures must be chased from afar!"

It's just that when the pride and ambition are rippling in my heart, at this moment when I already feel some blood boiling, a phone rings and blocks all the follow-up of this picture.

It was Zheng Weixun who answered the phone, he frowned as he listened to the voice on the phone, and the only answer was: "Awesome." ”

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