Rumble!

Lin Luo almost bounced off his seat.

1842 manor?

Lin embroidery?

A series of words made Lin Luo's expression change, and he almost lost his temper.

And at the front, Dong Huazhi, the aura queen who was sitting precariously, inevitably flashed a trace of emotion in her eyes, and looked towards the stage.

Miss Manners came over with a tray and Yingying. On the plate, there is a handmade kraft notepad lying quietly. The slightly yellowed cover and the corners of the four corners of the water chestnut are polished, highlighting the long history of the notepad and the traces left by the owner's repeated flipping.

"Lin Xiutu, who is it? One of his broken books, what does it have to do with **?" Without the slightest scruples, the voice was loud.

These voices fell into Lin Luo's ears, but they did not cause him displeasure.

Oh, yes.

It's been more than 20 years, since my father chose to enter Yanjing, and then completely disappeared 18 years ago. The whole pearl has long been devoid of his legend. used to be a wealthy family, but now the Zhu Gate is closed and overgrown with weeds, how can anyone remember it.

That's the reality.

This is the trajectory of history.

Even great dynasties will be lost in the long river of history. What's more, it's just a wealthy family.

Most of the celebrities and magnates present tonight have made their fortunes in the past ten years, and few have been rich more than 20 years ago. And even if he had a certain career more than 20 years ago, how many people could touch the level where Lin Xiutu was?

However, there is one person who is an exception.

This person is Dong Huazhi.

She almost grew up listening to the legend of Lin Xiutu. Of course, I also listened to his infamy, from babbling to the current disaster of the country and the people. Her fate, from birth, has been tied to this man surnamed Lin and his son who has never met.

These days, she stayed in Mingzhu just to get this notebook.

She wanted to know more about the mental journey of this man who made the four major families of Yanjing silent.

"Shang Ce!" The puzzled guests in the audience asked: "What does this man named Lin Xiutu have to do with **? Is it just because he lives in Manor 1842 next door?"

"But almost all the people of Mingzhu know that this Manor No. 1842 has been deserted for more than 20 years!" a guest continued.

True, almost all the people of the Pearl know that 1842 was deserted for 20 years. But no one knows its history. Those who are in high positions almost maintain the same tacit understanding to mention such a person to the world.

The news about him and his history seemed to be erased by an invisible force overnight.

"Everyone, don't be impatient!" Shang Ce smiled indifferently: "To have a mansion like No. 1842, it's not easy to think about it. That's not the point, though. The point is that this notepad is a birthday gift given to him by **Song Xinling. ”

As soon as the words came out, the audience boiled.

What the?

The cowhide notepad made in this hand came from Song Xinling? Did Song Xinling buy these papers and let them be customized by hand?

If that's the case, it's amazing!

One of the greatest women of this century. How amazing should this Lin embroidery picture be, so that she could make such a gift by herself?

It's a small gift, but it's extraordinary.

"Impossible, right?" someone questioned: "What a prestige, how could you give him such a precious gift? ”

The magnates who knew the history of Song Xinling's former residence also began to question it.

A wealthy old man in a white suit said in a sonorous voice: "As far as I know, this Mr. Lin is from the fifties of the last century. ** Lived and worked here for 15 years, 1948-1963. At that time, Mr. Lin was only a child in his 10s at most, and he would order such a notepad for him? This time is not right at all. ”

Shang Ce stretched out his hand and made a quiet gesture, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone be quiet first, I also have the same doubts about the history of this notebook as everyone else. However, it doesn't matter, we have invited an authoritative expert who specializes in studying Song Xinling's life tonight. Those who have visited the former residence of Song Xinling should be familiar with this expert. He is Mr. Wen Xianmin, who works in his former residence all the year round. ”

An old man with white hair walked out with a tough figure. The years left their mark on him, but they did not destroy his will. He is still healthy and in good spirits.

He meticulously put on professional white gloves, picked up the notepad in his hand and said, "This notepad, I have studied, and it is indeed from the hand of Ms. Song Xinling. Originally, I always wanted to include it in Song Xinling's former residence as a collection. But the content of this notebook is too shocking to make Ms. Song Xinling's identity equated, and she can give up. ”

He carefully opened the title page of the notebook, and several lines of fly-headed small letters with Song Xinling's unique handwriting and writing habits were presented from the title page.

"Trouble the photographer to put this line on the big screen. Shang Ce on the side hurriedly said.

Immediately, the line was projected onto the big screen and presented to everyone's eyes. At the same time, an image of the original manuscript of Song Xinling's letter that had been prepared appeared on the screen.

A comparison of the two handwriting is simply printed in one mold.

On the title page, there is a line written on it.

"Mr. Feng Zikai then said: 'Don't be confused, don't be trapped in love. Don't be afraid of the future, don't think of the past. So, well. ’。 Lin Gongzi is a masterpiece in the world, and he only gives it away with this word. Song Xinling 1979 New Year. ”

On the side of Song Xinling's gift, it was the owner of this notebook who replied. The words are like a storm, majestic, like a monstrous aura swept out between the lines.

Unfortunately, almost none of the guests in the room paid attention. Their eyes only stayed on Song Xinling's handwriting, for fear of missing a word.

But two people noticed.

One is Dong Huazhi and the other is Lin Luo.

At this time, Lin Luo's eyes were moist, staring at the line of words, and he said silently in his heart: Confused in the heart, trapped in love. Where is the future, the past is vast. So, how?

Mr. Wen Xianmin closed his notebook and stared at the audience with a bright eye: "Although Ms. Song Xinling has only stayed here for fifteen years, she will stay here for a while every Spring Festival after 1963. This notepad was given out when she returned here for the last time. On December 31, 1978, Ms. Song Xinling returned here for the Spring Festival and stayed for three months. This notebook was given to Mr. Lin at the turn of the New Year. ”

There was a sensation in the audience.

In this way, the historical value of this notebook is extraordinary.

It's just that, since it's a gift from **, why don't you stay in the former residence?

Most of the audience was incredulous.

Suddenly.

They thought of what Mr. Wen Xianmin said, saying that the contents of this notebook were too shocking to be collected as Ms. Song Xinling's old things.

Only then did they remember that there seemed to be this person's handwriting on the title page just now. In my impression, the handwriting seems to be very crazy and powerful. But no one remembers the specific content.

"What is it?" many people wondered.

This notebook, according to the time calculation, appeared exactly a few years before the disappearance of Mr. Lin. In this way, is it possible to peek into some secrets of his disappearance?

Someone piqued interest.

"The starting price is five million, and the price increase is not less than 500,000 each time. "The auctioneer started the auction.

Lin Luo's mind was overturned, and his whole body was tense. He roared in his heart and shouted hysterically: "No matter what the cost, I'm going to shoot it down." ”

"Five and a half million!"

"Six million!"

"Six and a half million!"

"Seven million!"

Voices come and go, and bidding prices continue to rise.

Soon, it exceeded 10 million.

But the heat hasn't dropped.

There are also bidders who keep raising their cards.

At this time, Lin Luo and Dong Huazhi, who was an old monk, had not yet made a move.

"Alas, it's a pity that Lu Jinnian is not here. Lu Junyao, who was beside Lin Luo, suddenly pouted and said softly: "If he is here, he will definitely be interested in this notebook." ”

"Huh?" Lin Luo was slightly stunned and asked, "Why?"

"My dad used to mention this person and said that he used to be the pearl king of the pearl. However, he only said this in private, and told me not to mention it outside. ”

"Pearl King?" Lin Luo was shocked.

This name is not small. No, it's the name, it's too against the sky. Mingzhu is the financial center of China, and it is terrible to think about it to be the king in a place where there are as many rich people as dogs!

Lin Luo was silent in his heart, and said secretly: "I didn't expect him to be so brilliant." But although the master said a few words about him, he only clicked to the point. ”

The auction atmosphere continues to be high.

"Eight million!" Someone finally shouted out the venue record set by Lin Luo.

"Eight and a half million!" the record was broken in an instant.

"Nine million!"

"Ten million!" someone suddenly directly increased the price by one million, calling out a seven-figure high price.

As soon as the price of tens of millions broke, the number of bidders dropped sharply in an instant.

When the price broke through to 12 million, no one followed. Although this notebook has a certain historical value, and the content left by the owner is also very curious, the price of more than 10 million is already its limit.

"Twelve million once!"

Just as the auctioneer was about to shout a second time, Dong Huazhi raised the sign in his hand.

"Fifteen million!" she said in a crisp and clean voice, raising the amount of three million in one breath.

Lin Luo, who had already clenched the bidding card in his hand and was about to raise the card, looked at Dong Huazhi in front of him, and his heart suddenly brightened.

"I see!" Lin Luo exclaimed in his heart: "Dong Huazhi, a loser, this trip tonight is not to steal the things of my old house, but to come for this notepad." ”

But how could Lin Luo let her get her wish?

This is the notebook left by Lin Xiutu before leaving Mingzhu, and there must be a lot of his thoughts and insights in it. Lin Luo would not let it fall into the hands of outsiders no matter what. Even if this outsider is his fiancée.

"Twenty million!" Lin Luo raised his card without hesitation.

"Whew!" there was a sound of inhalation in the hall.

"This Lin Gongzi, it's another shot!" someone exclaimed.

Dong Huazhi turned his head in an instant, and his eyes swept angrily towards Lin Luo, who was smiling intoxicatingly.