Ye Tian is a very assertive person when he is young, and it is difficult for others to change the things he decides, so when he heard that Ye Tian was going to participate in the auction tomorrow, even though Song Weilan strongly opposed it, it was still useless.

What's more, after Gou Xinjia and others heard the news about "Kaiyuan Daozang", they were shocked and also vigorously supported Ye Tian, regardless of whether there were cultivation exercises in this "Daozang", it was an extremely precious Taoist classic.

In desperation, Song Weilan could only nod and agree, but Ye Tian originally just wanted to participate in the auction by himself and Tang Wenyuan, but now the whole family is dispatching, and even Zhou Xiaotian does not agree to stay at home and guard the door.

Fortunately, Tang Wenyuan has deep roots in Hong Kong, and he got a few invitations through some channels, you know, not everyone can enter the auction held by Christie's.

"Mom, this is in Hong Kong, not the capital, do you need to wear so much?"

Early the next morning, Song Weilan came to her son's room, saying that it was already December, and Ye Tian had to put on a sweater to go out, otherwise she would not be allowed to go, which made Ye Tian cry and laugh.

Seeing Yu Qingya hiding at the door and snickering, Ye Tian suddenly said angrily: "Qingya, you are still laughing, laugh again, I will let you go out in leather clothes!" ”

Seeing that her husband was really anxious, Yu Qingya walked over with a smile and said, "Mom, now the temperature outside is more than 20 degrees, you let Ye Tian wear a sweater, and he won't be hot when he goes out!" ”

"That's okay if you don't wear it, Qingya, you can bring it to him, and if you feel cold, change it for him."

Song Weilan is right to think about it, but she always thinks that her son's serious injury has not healed. This body is much weaker than the average person, which is why it is so nervous.

After breakfast, it was already about 9 o'clock in the morning, and a luxury minibus picked up the whole villa and drove towards Central, Hong Kong.

Christie's will organize a three-day auction of Chinese art.

In general, the first day. There will be a few lots that will set the mood of the auction house, and then towards the end of the auction. The finale lot appeared again, bringing the whole event to a successful conclusion.

Initially, Christie's was going to use a precious piece of Song Jun porcelain as the final ranking.

However, considering that the market for ancient books and classics has been very hot in recent months, the organizers temporarily decided to put the six copies of "Kaiyuan Daozang". As the closing lot on the first day.

That's why Ye Tian and the others will go to the auction venue early, for those few copies of "Kaiyuan Daozang", whether it is Ye Tian or Gou Xinjia, it is inevitable.

Central is a place name in the central and western districts of Hong Kong, as well as the political and commercial center of Hong Kong, where many banks, multinational financial institutions and foreign consulates are located.

Ye Tianxing likes to be quiet, although he has been to Hong Kong many times, he has never been to Central, but this time he is really suffocating, to the bustling crowd on the road. Ye Tian actually watched it with relish.

The car drove into the underground car park in the heart of Central, and in order to increase its influence, Christie's deliberately chose the auction location in the tallest skyscraper in Hong Kong on Queen's Road in Central.

"Why do you set the auction location here, can't you choose a clubhouse?"

Perhaps not yet from the shadow of the terrorist attacks that occurred in New York two months ago. Looking at this seventy-three-story building, when entering the elevator, Song Weilan couldn't help muttering.

After the terrorist attack in New York, Song Weilan not only withdrew the company from New York, but also built an office building in San Francisco as its headquarters, and this building. There are only three floors, which shows the impact of that incident on her.

"Mom, it's okay."

Ye Tian held his mother's hand and said with a smile: "That thing is rare in a hundred years, if we encounter it again, I think you can fly back to the United States to buy lottery tickets, and the prize pool can accumulate to more than 300 million US dollars!" ”

"Stinky boy, don't have a good word in your mouth, don't say these unlucky things." Although Song Weilan blamed her son, her expression was much more relaxed. …,

Affected by the terrorist attacks in New York some time ago, security checks have become extremely strict when some gathering-type events are held in various places, and the organizers have also spent money to set up security gates.

After entering the venue, Ye Dongping looked left and right and said, "This is much larger than the auction in the capital!" ”

Auctions organized in the capital are often held in the conference rooms of certain hotels, and there are generally only 100 seats in the venue, but the venue in front of them can accommodate four or five hundred people.

"Brother Ye, Hong Kong is the financial center of the East, and Christie's still attaches great importance to it."

For Ye Tian's reasons, Tang Wenyuan didn't dare to hold Ye Dongping up, and explained at the moment: "This auction not only has local collectors in Hong Kong, but also many collectors of cultural relics from the mainland and overseas, to put it mildly, this is a world-class auction!" ”

Indeed, as Tang Wenyuan said, in addition to some Chinese sitting in the venue, there are also many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners, and these people account for more than half.

The arrival of Ye Tian and the others also attracted the attention of many people, because their combination was a little strange.

In addition to Ye Tian and his wife and Zhou Xiaotian, the one-armed Gou Xinjia and the spirited Nan Huaijin are also quite eye-catching.

As for Zuo Jiajun and Tang Wenyuan, not to mention, at least half of the Chinese in the venue stood up to greet the two, these are Hong Kong tycoons.

However, Song Weilan and his wife were dressed very ordinarily today, and everyone's attention was mostly on Zuo Jiajun and others, and under the guidance of the staff, the group came to the first row of the venue and sat down.

"Who are these people? How can you make the first row? ”

"That's right, I just saw Sir He sitting in the third row."

"I don't know, that one is Tang Sheng, and the one next to him is Master Zuo, and he doesn't even know this?"

"Even Tang Sheng and Master Zuo may not be qualified to sit in the first row, right? Did you know that the Chief Executive will also be present at this auction today? ”

After Ye Tian and the others sat down, the people sitting behind them couldn't help but mutter.

You must know that whether at home or abroad, the order of seats is extremely interesting, and in auction houses, generally speaking, the first row of seats like this is often reserved for guests.

Just like today's auction, the Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region will also participate.

The chief executive may not participate in the whole auction, but the position in the first row must be stayed, although Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are famous on Hong Kong Island, but they are still a little unqualified to sit there.

"Brother Zuo, do we still take advantage of other people's light?"

Tang Wenyuan didn't expect the organizers to place their positions in the first row, so after hearing the discussion behind him, he couldn't help laughing, and his eyes looked at Song Weilan intentionally or unintentionally.

Zuo Jiajun smiled when he heard this: "It's still stained with the light of the little junior brother." ”

In his early years, in order to find some feng shui magic weapons, Zuo Jiajun was also a frequent visitor to the auction, but he, like Tang Wenyuan, never enjoyed the treatment of sitting in the first row.

However, Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are both old and mature people, so naturally they will not worry about these gossips, and they are sitting there and chatting steadily, not caring about what the people behind them say.

Ye Tian and the others didn't arrive early, and within five minutes of their seats, the two doors of the conference room were pushed open from the outside, and seven or eight people walked in with a gray-haired man in his fifties.

"Hello Dong Sheng!"

"Hello Chief Executive!"

"Hello Mr. Dong!"

Seeing this person come in, there was a burst of applause in the venue, and Ye Tian and the others also stood up, although he didn't know the first chief executive of Hong Kong who was born in a shipping family, but it was not uncommon on TV.

Walking next to the chief executive was a thin Englishman, who should be in his fifties, and after accompanying Dong Sheng to the first row, the man suddenly walked over to Ye Tian and the others. …,

What made Ye Tian's side feel strange was that Song Weilan actually greeted her, and said with a smile: "Wilson, I only heard that you came to the East to develop, but I didn't expect you to come to Hong Kong?" ”

"Oh, beautiful Miss Song, I didn't sleep well last night when I knew you were coming to this auction!"

Wilson in Song Weilan's mouth, speaking an authentic Chinese, came to Song Weilan, took Song Weilan's right hand very gentlemanly and kissed it lightly.

"Damn, who's this bastard? Kissing my wife? ”

Although he knew that the kiss ceremony was a very normal etiquette in the West, seeing this scene, Ye Dongping still couldn't stand it, and when he turned around and saw Ye Tian's indifferent face, he couldn't help but step on his son's instep and said in a low voice: "Little rabbit cub, that's your mother, you don't care?" ”

"Dad, it's so inexplicable that you eat this flying vinegar, people understand it normally."

Ye Tian glanced at his father, but looking at his father's threatening look, he couldn't help but sigh, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Wilson, I think you should call her Ms. Song, not Miss." ”

"Yes, this is my son!" Ye Dongping listened with a smile on the side.

"Oh, who is this?" Wilson looked at Song Weilan with a puzzled look.

"He's my son, Wilson, and I told you I've been married for many years, and you just don't believe me."

Song Weilan smiled, walked to Ye Dongping's side, grabbed her husband's arm, and said, "This is my husband, Mr. Ye Dongping, Dongping, his name is Wilson, and he used to be the president of my British company. ”

After explaining to Ye Dongping, Song Weilan looked at Wilson a little strangely, "Aren't you at Christie's headquarters, why did you transfer to Hong Kong?" ”

"I hope to meet a beautiful woman like you in the East."

Wilson laughed, smiled apologetically at Ye Dongping, and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm joking, come, let me introduce it to you...... There are still 18 monthly passes left to 2000, it's the middle of the month, friends have a lot of support, please!. (To be continued) RQ