Cilantro felt that she had some kind of strange fate with Sorachiaki.

In recent days, she has always met him on the street every time she goes out.

Putting aside the prejudices of other countries, Coriander is not disgusted with Kong Zhiqiu herself, because this kid is very smart, and he has not played with her so far.

It seems that no matter where he goes, Sorachi Autumn is immutable and clothing.

From his speech and demeanor, people will think that he is a conservative who follows tradition, but in fact, he has an indelible rebellious factor in his bones, and he is a hidden radical. These two contradictory qualities are embodied in him, but there is not a trace of dissonance.

Sorachiaki drove lightly, and there was still a Japanese samurai escort by his side.

Seeing coriander on the street, he told the driver to stop.

As long as it's someone you know, you go to say hello when you see it, and it's probably out of this basic politeness that Sora Chiqiu stops the coriander who is heading to Xingrong Road.

Like an African refugee, Coriander has a huge burden on her head, and she can still be recognized by Kong Zhiqiu in this way.

The Japanese vision is also top-notch.

"Miss Lin," Sora Chi Qiu saw that the burden on Coriander's head blocked her face so much that she couldn't even look at it, as if she felt that her appearance was quite funny, and a slight smile appeared in her deep and quiet eyes. "I see that you are working very hard like this, where are you going, I will give you a ride."

Coriander is not hard, today's sun is scorching, and the sun is uncomfortable, she just uses her burden to block the warm sun.

"Don't bother, it's here."

She was about to go to the cloth shop of Xingrong Road.

Hing Wing Road is a mixed territory, and there are countless stalls and vendors around it. The street was crowded with people, the traffic was toxic, and the rickshaw drivers didn't like to run there. Unless the car is carrying a big person, passers-by can automatically avoid it, and the vehicle can come and go freely. Like the three Rong Ji guys, there is no pressure to go in and out of there.

Coriander glanced at the red blared black classic car roasted by the poisonous sun behind Kong Zhiqiu, and her face spasmed.

Is that a car, then the whole oven is good!

Did Sora Chiqiu want to roast her and eat it?

"It's so hot, Qiusang, where are you going?" Cilantro didn't really want to know where he was going, and the question was just a greeting at best.

Kong Zhiqiu replied very honestly. "There's an auction at Calamus Academy. I'll go take a look. ”

Coriander suddenly, "That auction, I know—"

Han Wenxuan, a college art teacher with a sensitive identity, was a small character in the eyes of many people during his lifetime. In many people's lives, they don't even get the chance to play. After his death, he became famous because his identity was exposed. As a result, the value of his posthumous works has skyrocketed.

The public auction of Han Wenxuan's painting is still the idea given by coriander.

Coriander doesn't know how high the price of the painting will be fried by the Calamus Academy, but she knows that the rich are really commotionous.

Kong Zhiqiu: This is the way to burn money.

"Aren't you burdened? Isn't it uncomfortable to put it on your head? ”

Seeing Kong Zhiqiu raise his hand, Coriander's body tensed up, but she didn't dodge.

Kong Zhiqiu grabbed the burden, pinched it with all his strength, and felt soft.

She took the initiative to take off the burden, supported it with one hand, and untied it with the other.

"I just made a few plain cheongsams, and there are design drawings." Coriander generously showed him the contents of the baggage.

On the top is a black and red cheongsam, folded relatively neatly, and I can't see what the specific style is.

Kong Zhiqiu felt very novel, driven by curiosity, and wanted to see what was going on.

Before his hand touched his clothes, Cilantro quickly pulled the burden away, preventing him from acting like a thief.

"Eh, Qiusang, everyone is a businessman, so I don't need to talk about trade secrets."

Kong Zhiqiu didn't think it was angry, and smiled lightly when he withdrew his hand, his smile was as warm as the scenery in March, "Miss Lin is also a businessman?" ”

This was the first time he had heard of such a thing.

"Of course it can't be compared to Qiusang, who is doing big business, as you can see, I'm just a little tailor." Coriander retied the baggage, smiled and said, "Although we are not peers, it is better to be careful with this kind of thing." ”

Kong Zhiqiu bowed his head, "It can be seen that the clothes you make are not quite the same as those of other families." ”

Cilantro was a little proud, "This is a must." ”

She was about to say goodbye to Kong Zhiqiu when an acquaintance stepped forward.

It's a channel.

"Cilantro, my dad is still waiting for you." When he saw parsley being entangled by a Japanese, he thought she couldn't get out, so he came forward to help her.

He is also kind, but Kong Zhiqiu has no ill will towards coriander.

"Oh, got it, I'll go."

Coriander said goodbye to Kong Zhiqiu and went to Xingrong Road with Guancheng.

Channel Cheng didn't ask what the identity of the Japanese was, but after walking away, he asked Coriander in a low voice, "Did you bring something?" ”

"It's in your hands." Cilantro pointed to the burden on his hand with her eyes.

Hearing this, Channel Cheng looked horrified, his hands shook violently, and he almost threw the burden that had just arrived on the ground for a short time.

"You ......"

For a while, Channel Cheng really didn't know what to say.

Coriander carried such an important painting in her baggage, and she could still talk and laugh with the Japanese just now, wouldn't she be afraid of being discovered?

He felt that the identity of the Japanese seemed to be very unusual.

Coriander was naturally worried that she would be discovered, but she was not so afraid.

In front of a shrewd person like Sora Zhiqiu, the more abnormal the performance, the easier it is to be suspicious. Fortunately, Coriander deceived the past with her acting skills.

There are not many people who know that the painting is in her hands, except for Luo Youyou, who understands this matter, she has also given a hint to the channel.

A few days ago, she had a slight encounter with Channel Cheng before going to the cloth shop, and Channel Cheng showed Cilantro that he was an underground revolutionary party, and asked her for the painting she kept in her hand, and even pulled her into the gang. Cilantro politely rejected him, she was ostentatious and with the level of attention she was now in, she participated in some revolutionary activities. will definitely be exposed immediately.

The two agreed that when they met again, Coriander would give him two paintings, one real and one fake.

"Both paintings are in the baggage, don't get confused." Coriander glanced back, and she couldn't see the shadow of the car carrying Sorachiqiu away. She straightened her expression, her face was solemn, and she reminded Channel Cheng in a deep voice, "That Japanese guy was going to your school's auction just now." Don't be seen by him when you go. ”

Coriander mentions the Japanese. Channel Cheng wanted to ask, "Who is that Japanese?" ”

"I don't know the exact identity, but I guess it's the son of a chaebol family in Japan. In the lawsuit with Luo Jun, I was taken care of by him......"

The channel is easy to get through, knowing that the Japanese are not simple characters. If the other party doesn't have a different mind. I won't go to Calamus College to participate in that auction.

Kong Zhiqiu went to Han Wenxuan's painting. But it's not just for Han Wenxuan's paintings.

The two quietly made a handover in the warehouse of the cloth store. Coriander handed over the authenticity of the two paintings to the channel.

What kind of urine sex does his son have, how can Lao Qu not know.

Before he left, he gave an unusual order. "Be careful when you go out."

Channel Cheng glanced at Lao Qu deeply.

Lao Quhu turned his eyes away and didn't look at the complicated color in his gaze.

He turned to Cilantro, "Girl, let me see the clothes you made." ”

"Close the door first."

"It's just a few clothes, it's mysterious." Lao Qu muttered, looking very reluctant, but honestly went to close the door of the store.

Coriander took out three plain robes from the baggage, a black and red open-back short-body cheongsam, a bright yellow one-shouldered sleeveless mopping cheongsam, and a white three-quarter-sleeved slanted slit long-body cheongsam.

The three cheongsams are still just the same, and there are no tricks on the robes.

As soon as they saw these three cheongsams, Lao Qu and Shi Lan's eyes lit up. Seeing the colorful design drawings drawn by Coriander herself, Lao Qu was even more speechless with excitement, and Shi Lan's face was full of color.

Coriander said to Shi Lan: "I drew these design drawings according to the proportions of the cheongsam, and some of the details may not be very clear, do you see if you can embroider the patterns according to the drawings?" ”

Shi Lan held the design drawings and looked at them one by one, unable to hide her excitement and excitement, and she could see that she liked it very much.

The pattern on the picture had never been seen before before.

"I ...... I'm afraid that I won't embroider well...... "ruined these beautiful clothes."

Shi Lan felt a heavy responsibility, but she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

Cilantro knew that she was in stage fright, so she smiled and encouraged her, "Just show your usual level, if you are afraid of embroidery mistakes, use a pencil to outline the pattern on your clothes as shown in the picture." ”

Shi Lan took on this challenge and asked, "When will you get these clothes?" ”

"Don't worry about the bright yellow cheongsam, it's no problem to finish embroidering next year, and the remaining two sets will be as soon as possible."

"Can I take it home and embroider it?" Thinking of signing the confidentiality clause on the contract, Shi Lan asked cautiously.

Coriander hesitated, her left hand supporting her right elbow and her right hand supporting the tip of her chin. She was worried that the concept of clothes would be stolen, and she always felt that it was inappropriate to let Shi Lan take her work home.

Seeing her hesitate, Shi Lan changed her words: "If it doesn't work, forget it." ”

"Where do you live now?" Parsley asked.

"Over there on Da Ming Road."

"Da Ming Dao? It's a bit far. Coriander hadn't been to Daming Road, but after reading the map, she remembered that there were several streets between Daming Road and Xingrong Road, "Do you want to move in?" ”

"Moved in? Where to stay? Shi Lan asked.

Lao Qu also looked at the coriander suspiciously.

"The warehouse of the cloth store can be cleaned up and people can live, and before you make money and find a good place to live, why don't you first wronged you to live in the cloth store for a while?" Seeing Shi Lan's moved, coriander struck while the iron was hot and said, "These three cheongsams can be sold for more than 100 yuan, if they can be sold for 100 yuan, can you calculate how much you might get?" ”

"Three...... Three oceans. "This is something that Shi Lan never dreamed of. Even if she embroidered a hundred handkerchiefs, she couldn't earn so much. And this is just three cheongsams! Shi Lan struggled for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and decided, "Okay, I'll move here!" ”

It's okay to move here, and you can concentrate a little more.

Lao Qu was a little unconvinced, "These three clothes can be sold for more than 100 yuan?" ”

Coriander looked helpless, and sighed lightly: "I'm not sure, the other two cheongsams are not easy to say, if the bright yellow cheongsam can be sold after it is made, I'm afraid there will be more than that." By the way, the quality of the embroidery thread must not be poor. Shi Lan knows more about this aspect, and let her come up with ideas. If you are free in the next few days, you have to trouble you to run around other shops and learn more about the market price of cheongsam. ”

"These things have to be done." Even if you don't need coriander to tell you, Lao Qu will be concerned.

Coriander looked at the door, "If the cloth shop opens, there must be a sign at the door." ”

Lao Qu was puzzled, "What brand?" ”

The coriander god chattered with his hand, and said word by word: "Don't enter the peers, the face is indecent."

Before the signboard of their cloth store was launched, the most taboo was the concept of stolen clothing design, otherwise the painstakingly designed clothing would become another brand, and it would have to be thanks to Benduo's grievances?

The last thing cilantro likes is to bump into people.

In her previous life, she had made such a big ugly appearance at a formal banquet.

And in her previous life, she liked to wear beautiful clothes.

……

Calamus Academy, Auction Auditorium.

Not a single painting listed for auction remained, and it was all scrambling to be auctioned off by wealthy people with ill intentions.

The atmosphere at the meeting was enthusiastic, which completely exceeded the expectations of the student union.

The price at which a painting is sold is an astronomical amount for countless students. Not to mention all the paintings combined......

The auction was coming to an end, and Ming Xuan, who was presiding over the auction, was about to announce that the auction was over, but he took a note from Leyuan behind the scenes.

Seeing the contents of the note, he looked panicked, and quietly crumpled the note in the palm of his hand.

What's going on?

How could such a thing happen......

He...... Can it be done?

Ming Xuan returned to the stage, a little depressed, watching many people get up and leave at this moment, he smiled awkwardly at the microphone.

It is this laughter that retains the footsteps of some people. Some others have already left their seats and continue to walk in the direction of the safe exit.

"Actually, I didn't expect it, I just received the news...... There is still a painting to be exhibited at this auction -- I don't know if the big bosses have paid attention to the recent news in Shanghai, but if you are concerned, you must know that there is a painting that is rumored to be involved......

Hearing this, the part of the people who walked towards the exit also stopped.

Ming Xuan continued, deliberately amplifying his voice enough for the audience to hear, "The original painting is said to have been burned, but I just got the news that a student of Teacher Han has seen that painting and copied a fake based on his impression. Next, let's invite this fake - "Tree"! Because it's a fake, the starting price won't be that high-"

He held up a finger, "A piece of the ocean!" ”

The starting price is actually only a piece of the ocean!

For these rich people, this ocean is not enough to pass the meal!

As soon as Ming Xuan put the price out, he heard someone shouting:

"Ten thousand oceans, ten thousand oceans, even if it's a fake, I want that painting!"

Someone sneered, "Fifteen thousand oceans." ”

"Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Twenty-six thousand!"

……

……

In the end, the fake was sold at auction for 200,000 oceans.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Shanghai market exploded.

Not literally, of course.

The rumored painting "Tree" came out and was exhibited at the auction of the Calamus Academy, becoming the last lot in the finale.

"Tree" is on fire, Calamus Academy is on fire, and of course the buyer who won "Tree" is also on fire.

The buyer is Sheng Chunlai, the textile king of Shanghai, and naturally he also has thoughts about the president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, otherwise he would not spend 200,000 yuan to buy a fake.

Buying this painting means that you have the position of president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce? (To be continued.) )