Seeing Gu Mei again, Zhang Zichen's heart still inevitably fluctuated, but at the same time, he also found that he didn't seem to be as concerned as in the past, at least at this moment, when facing Gu Mei, he could barely pretend to be calm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As if inadvertently, Zhang Zichen cut the fetters of his past feelings, although he has not completely come out, but the trauma caused by Gu Mei's betrayal in his heart is no longer as severe as the pain at the beginning, which also means that Gu Mei's shadow has begun to fade in his heart.

Gu Mei's eyes pretended to look at Zhang Zichen calmly, with a polite smile on her face, but her heart was already turning over at the moment, and the closer she was to Zhang Zichen, the deeper Gu Mei was stimulated by Zhang Zichen and Shen Jiarou, and the more bitter she felt in her heart.

But she also knew in her heart that from the moment she took Zhang Zichen's shares and switched to Zhao Kang's arms, she had become a cheap woman in the eyes of the world, and she was the spokesperson of the femme fatale.

One wrong step, one wrong step, Gu Mei found that there was no room to turn back. Everything is self-inflicted!" Gu Mei said sadly in his heart.

Shen Jiarou was not happy, how could she not see that the seemingly calm appearance of the two of them actually had a fluctuating heart, and she naturally had no good face for Gu Mei, a woman who made Shen Jiarou disdainful. For Zhang Zichen beside her, Miss Shen pinched the soft flesh on his waist viciously, but there was still an elegant smile on her face.

Miss Shen's youngest daughter's emotions germinated again...

Zhang Zichen felt a pain in his waist, but he didn't dare to show it at all, Miss Shen's temper has always been fickle, maybe one moment it was like a spring breeze, and the next moment it turned into a storm, Zhang Zichen didn't know where he offended her, so he had to admit that he was unlucky.

Zhao Kang took a full view of the performance of the three of them, and was extremely angry at Shen Jiarou's arrogance in treating him and the ignorance of several people towards him, but there was no show on his face, only to see him cordially take Zhang Zichen's hand and say: "Come on, Brother Zichen, while the auction has not started yet, let's sign the prepared contract first." ”

Zhang Zichen nodded expressionlessly, and said softly to Shen Jiarou: "You sit down first, I'll come when I go." ”

Shen Jiarou was very helpful to Zhang Zichen's well-behaved initiative, and patted Zhang Zichen's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you here." ”

There were only two people left, Shen Jiarou and Gu Mei, their eyes facing each other, and there seemed to be sparks flashing in the air, but most of them were Miss Shen's eye attacks.

Gu Mei's expression was gloomy, no matter whether Zhang Zichen saw it or not, how could she, who was also a woman, not know that Shen Jiarou's small action of pinching him was a sign of jealousy, and this woman who was better than her everywhere seemed to be really in love with Zhang Zichen.

"He's a good man, I didn't cherish it in the past, I hope you can take advantage of it. ”

After staring at each other for a long time, Gu Mei finally spoke bitterly, breaking the awkward silence.

"I naturally know my man, don't worry about you. ”

Shen Jiarou rolled her eyes, and said angrily, Miss Shen has always been jealous and hateful.

Gu Mei felt Shen Jiarou's strong hostility towards her, mostly for Zhang Zichen, sighed and didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

Shen Jiarou watched Gu Mei walk away, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face:

"Bah, what my man, I'm not ashamed, I just want to vent my anger on that guy, since he's my captive, then only Miss Ben can bully him. ”

Shen Jiarou secretly comforted herself in her heart, finding a reason for her embarrassing words and deeds just now.

After Miss Shen blushed for a while, she said hello to some acquaintances in the field, turned around and went to the reserved private room on the second floor.

There are many tables and chairs in front of the auction table in the lobby on the first floor of the auction hall, which are seats for ordinary guests, and more than 20 round tables are set up in a suspended semi-arc guardrail on the second floor, separated by a screen, and you can sit on it and have a panoramic view of the entire auction hall.

The people who can sit on the second floor are all powerful people, including four or five old guys with gray hair, all of whom are well-known collectors in the antique world.

Shen Jiarou's position is No. 18, located in a relatively close position, and she can just see that diagonally opposite is her hated cousin Shen Peng, who has always been competitive and ruthless, and he is arrogantly sitting at table No. 1, it can be seen that several old men sitting next to Shen Peng seem to be very unhappy about this.

Shen Peng threw a self-righteous smile from afar when he saw her, and Shen Jiarou snorted coldly and said goodbye, which made Shen Peng's face gloomy again.

Not long after Shen Jiarou sat down, Zhang Zichen came back in a hurry, gently pulled away the chair and sat down next to Shen Jiarou, obediently without saying a word, like a child in front of the teacher.

Shen Jiarou just wanted to make fun of him, but the auctioneer's voice had already come from the hall on the first floor, and the auction was about to start.

The auction began with a number of treasures and cultural relics placed in order, ranging from ancient jade porcelain to famous calligraphy and paintings, and the auction prices ranged from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions.

During this time, most of the customers in the lobby on the first floor were bidding, and the two dozen or so private rooms on the second floor were calm, and some gray-haired old people were closing their eyes and recuperating, and they did not look at the lots in front of them.

The sound of Zhao Kang's release of the dragon sword stirred up the boundless wind and rain, and there were thousands of people who were attracted to it, but the final whereabouts still had to fall into the hands of one of these people on the second floor, these people were either giants with high status in the circle, or powerful chaebols, how could ordinary people compete for them.

The ordinary guests present also understood that they were just foils tonight, with the mentality of catching a glimpse of the famous sword and picking up the leaks in the previous few lots, and the real finale was still at the end, and it was still in the competition that these people on the second floor were about to start.

After nearly two hours of warm-up for the first few lots, everyone's breath seemed to be stagnant at the same time, and the main event came.

The eyes of several old guys on the second floor who closed their eyes and recuperated all opened their eyes in unison, and there seemed to be a fine light shooting out of their eyes, and they squinted at the audience one by one.

On the auction table, a lifting platform slowly rises from the middle, and on it holds a transparent glass display case, in which an ebony sword stand drags a long sword of an ancient style.

The venue was quiet, no one dared to speak, the eyes of the audience were attracted by the long sword in the display case, only to see that the young auctioneer on the stage had gone down, replaced by an old auctioneer, looking at the solemn expression on the faces of those old guys on the second floor, you know that this old auctioneer is definitely a well-known position in the industry.

There are many people on the first floor who don't know the old man on the stage, and at this time, there is usually an older middle-aged and elderly person next to him who whispered: "This is Meng Lao, the top existence in the industry, there are more valuables auctioned by his old man's hands, and none of them are unsuccessful or have a bad reputation, and there was once a jade pen wash in his hands that sold for a sky-high price of 850 million!"

Meng Lao has not been out of the mountain for many years, but he didn't expect that this time it still alarmed him..."

The old auctioneer, who was respectfully called Meng Lao, put on a pair of snow-white gloves on both hands, and carefully took out the Longyin Sword in the glass case.

Meng Lao slowly drew the sword with a solemn expression, and the moment the long sword was unsheathed, a clear clanging sound surrounded the field, and its sound was clear, like a dragon's groan. The simple and atmospheric pattern, the snowy blade, when the sword was completely unsheathed, everyone was surprised to find that there seemed to be a vague silver dragon flying above the sword under the light, fleeting.

"The last lot of the sale, a sword of an indefinite age!"

Meng Lao's voice fell loudly in the field, which immediately caused a commotion in the audience.