Cecilia had a great Saturday.

When she chatted, she was surprised to find that Mr. Han actually had good artistic attainments, she didn't know much about the calligraphy written by the old man, but she knew a little about Chinese ink, and the art was the same.

And the sacred dialogue of Titian in the living room made her even more happy, Cecilia herself created classical oil paintings, and this time she was able to appreciate the master's works up close, which was really worth the trip.

Little Anya was also very happy.

Under the influence of her mother, she was not a naughty person, but now she was accompanied by her caring little brother, and the two stayed quietly in the library for several hours.

It's a wonderful feeling to chat occasionally between reading, and time flies.

And that delicious lunch, the Chinese flavor reminded her of her great-grandmother, and the kitten became lively, and she couldn't sleep last night with worry, but now she is finally relieved.

In the afternoon, Cecilia took Anya home, the little girl was reluctant to leave her only friend, and the poor and Han Xuan agreed to keep in touch often, and the cute appearance of her little mouth melted the hearts of the young and old.

So for the next few hours, Han Xuan spent the next few hours in a trance, not only did Anya have no friends, but also Xiao Han Xuan.

Han's father blamed himself on the side, his son's peers were indeed too few. No matter how smart he is, he is just a child, McDull can't speak, and now he has a kitten chubby.

Shaking his head helplessly, he secretly said what strange names his son had.

This continued until the early evening, when the evening charity auction was about to begin.

Although the United States is a country composed of immigrants with a population from all over the world, in general, there are only two kinds of white people in the eyes of this country, and racial discrimination exists in all corners, which shows how difficult it is for Mr. Han to make a big career in this place.

Auctions and parties are always a great place to make business associates, and you will never make a name for yourself in this circle. It's just that the nature of today is a little different, in addition to donating money to orphans, there is also a platform for the younger generation to get to know each other.

Americans are never stingy with donations, and instead of being exploited by the hateful tax bureau, it is better to do something good to gain a good reputation, and you can also legally avoid taxes, killing two birds with one stone, who wouldn't want to do it.

The auction venue was set at the famous Waldorf Astoria Hotel, just off Pike Avenue in Manhattan, not far from Han Xuan's house, so they didn't leave until 6:40 p.m., only a few minutes away.

The old-fashioned Aston Martin stopped at the door, and soon a waiter helped open the door, waited for the family to get out of the car, and drove it to the parking lot.

Han Xuan tidied up his clothes, and the black suit was equipped with small leather shoes, which was very uncomfortable to wear, and his hands and feet were restrained when he walked. In his previous life, because of his special size, he never had the opportunity to wear a suit, and he was still envious of others at the time, but now he is thinner and picky, and he will be in a commotion if he can't get it.

Walking inside, turning his head and looking around, Han Xuan raised his head and asked his grandfather, "Why are there so many Chinese?"

"Today is the organization of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in the United States, and the others are all invited business partners," Mr. Han said as he walked: "Grandson, it's the first time you've come, how do you feel?"

"It's like a party on our farm. Han Xuan shrugged.

"Haha, it's about the same. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he took Han Xuan's little hand, and from time to time people nearby greeted him, smiling and nodding one by one, now is not the time to chat, there will be a drinking party after the auction.

After inspecting the invitation, the attendant politely led him to the venue to sit down, and the first row was located by the aisle, which was very convenient to enter and exit.

There are already a lot of people, and there are many half-grown children, sitting quietly next to their parents, and the tutors are very strict.

And the Han family has long stopped treating Han Xuan as a child, of course, this refers to psychologically, a good grandson and a good son should be loved.

Father Han, like Han Xuan, is not used to putting a bow tie, like a nail on his buttocks, and he was glared at by his grandmother before he was stable, sitting on the chair and sighing, he knew he wouldn't come

When the old man saw his appearance, he secretly hurt himself, sighed that there was no successor, and only after catching a glimpse of his grandson did he settle down, grabbed Han Xuan's small hand and looked at the front desk, and after a while, the lights dimmed, and the auction began.

The first half hour turned out to be a speech, not only those foreigners, but even the surrounding Chinese were a little sleepy, Han Xuan drooped his head and supported it with his hands, waiting for the end of this "quintessence".

Finally, with a burst of fierce applause, as if cheering or catharsis, the old Chinese did not stop walking off the stage, and the unaware old auctioneer was a little panicked when he came to the stage, he didn't expect to be so popular.

A woman quickly walked out of the side door, holding a wooden box in her hand, gently placed it on the stone platform in the center, and the auctioneer reached out, and inside was a Song Dynasty Hailao porcelain plate.

There is a lot of Hailao porcelain in the world, and the quality is not very good when soaked in the sea water for hundreds of years, and it was bought after shouting two or three times, two thousand dollars, which is already very high.

The first few items are not well-known things, and the most valuable enamel color mountain stone floral pattern vial is still donated by Mr. Zhao, and he bought it back for another 150,000 US dollars, which caused a lot of eyes.

Foreigners lack interest in Chinese antiques, and only compete for Western aristocratic supplies when they have Western aristocratic supplies, and a set of silverware used by the viscount who is only more than 100 years old is actually sold for 300,000 US dollars. What's even more surprising is that a commemorative Coca-Cola can in the twenties of the nineteenth century was sold for $5,000, and Han Xuan almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Chinese immigrants have brought out a lot of good things, such as the picture of Lang Shining's "Autumn Song in the Plains" that is being taken, as the most famous representative of foreigners in China, his picture of a hundred horses is stored in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, as one of the three treasures of the town museum, even abroad is widely known.

This painting was called until 350,000 US dollars before it was bought by Mr. Han, and he stared at the auction table happily, anyway, it was charity, and it didn't matter if the price was high.

Xiao Han Xuan sighed helplessly: "There are really lucky people in the world..."

Antiques are sold off again and again, and charity auctions rarely go unauctioned. Many people are the same as Mr. Han, their favorite treasures went shopping outside, and they were bought back by themselves, among which Tang Bohu's mountain is quiet and long, the old man is greedy, and he can't wait to get up on stage and grab it.

There was no way, in order to make money in harmony, seeing that the original owner was about to jump, and the price reached 190,000 US dollars, which was about the same as its real price, Old Man Han put down the wooden card in his hand stupidly.

The auction was already over, and the voice of the old auctioneer came from above: "Ladies and gentlemen, this charity auction has raised a total of three million and seven hundred and fifty-five thousand dollars, and I would like to thank you on behalf of the poor orphans." ”

"But please wait a moment, our auction house has received a commission, there is a thing that has flowed out of China in a hundred years, and I hope the owner wants to sell it, I think you should be interested, how about another auction?" asked the auctioneer, beckoning, and a black man walked up to the stage with a wooden frame and lifted the red cloth covering it.

"Beast head?"

Someone in the audience was surprised.

"Shoot!"

Old Man Han sat up straight suddenly, Han Xuan was shocked by him, turned his head to look, and the bronze horse's head stood upright.

The auctioneer on the stage nodded: "The starting price is 100,000 US dollars, and you can bid after you come to the stage to see it." ”

Xiao Han Xuan was stunned, not only because he saw the beast head, but because of the price...

"It's too cabbage!"

went on stage and circled around the horse's head a few times, hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull his grandfather, and whispered, "Buy it." ”

The bidding from the audience came and went, and soon it was increased to $220,000, and the old man nodded and remained silent.

After reaching 700,000, the bidding speed slowed down, and the increase of 350,000 yuan also became 55,000 upwards, and then the old man raised his hand: "900,000!"

There was a tacit silence around them, and only after half a minute did a foreigner say, "Nine hundred and twenty thousand dollars." ”

Han Xuan was immediately happy, this trust is too obvious.

The old man looked over there and didn't speak, and the foreigner was about to sweat, and then he heard a childish voice: "Nine hundred and twenty-five hundred." ”

"Nine hundred and fifty thousand dollars? One two, two three, snap! Congratulations, sir, this collection is yours!" The old auctioneer was very busy this time, and after two inquiries, the hammer fell.

The first auction of the beast's head, foreign countries do not know the value, just look at the appearance of the old auctioneer.

Rather than treating the twelve beast heads as works of art, they are the epitome of an entire era, a century of humiliating history for the Chinese.

Yonggui is gorgeous and round and bright, these beast heads were cut off by Westerners in front of Haiyan Hall more than a hundred years ago, Han Xuan came to the stage and touched the broken neck, and he could still feel the mark of the knife and axe.

The old man stood up and clenched his fists at the people around him, thanking them for not raising the price. Most of them are Chinese, and in the past, they fought in the nest, winning or losing were their own affairs, and they couldn't let others get cheap.

The people around respectfully bowed their hands to the old man, and walked to the banquet hall together, Han Xuan was distracted by the horse's head and followed beside him.

Now that China has just opened up, it is far worse than the future, and in the future, when someone buys this thing and is scolded by the Chinese people for being stupid, in fact, it is like a nouveau riche, shouting to those who looked down on them in the past: "Lao Tzu is rich!

This is a very inexplicable emotion, every time you take it back, it seems to increase a little backbone and make people raise their heads and walk, such as the old man Han who is arrogant at the moment, and the people around who are looking at the children.

Han Xuan can know the way forward, but they don't know that without the support of a strong motherland here, they are like duckweed without roots.

At what was supposed to be a lively dinner, Han Xuan was like chewing wax, sitting at the table dangling his calves, and touching the horse's head from time to time.

Han's father was chatting with people in the distance, his smile was stiff no matter how he looked at it, Han Xuan shook his head helplessly, and stepped forward to relieve the siege: "Dad, I'm dozing off, is it okay to go home." ”

"Wait... Good. ”

A taxi stopped on the side of the road, and after a while, the lights came on in the room, and the kitten Fat Ding immediately ran over.

Han Xuan picked it up, saw his father put a few antiques, along with the horse's head, on the wooden frame, nodded with satisfaction and walked to the kitchen.

It's time to prepare dinner for Fat Ding.