"Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an, the weft and autumn cry Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold, the lonely lamp is unclear, the curtains look at the moon sky and sigh, and the beauty is like a flower across the clouds."

"There is a long sky above the green and underworld, and there is a wave of water below, the world is far away and the soul is bitter, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain..."

Feng Yilan stroked the raised braille on the brochure and said quietly: "Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching." ”

Yun Tian was shocked when he heard the familiar language, and looked behind him.

A group of oil tycoons formed a human wall, blocking the audience in the back row, Feng Yilan did not find the figure of his compatriots, and turned his head slightly in frustration.

The lights in the arena dimmed again, and Yun Tian found that he couldn't see at all, and he anxiously held on to his sunglasses and fell into pure darkness.

All kinds of noises were infinitely amplified and poured into his ears, and the pair of leather shoes on the host's feet must not be a bargain, and he walked with a rhythmic "click" sound, instead of boasting non-stop.

The brochure was made very carefully, in order to take care of all customers, Braille was specially added, and Yuntian's fingers swept the words "auction" repeatedly, and the corners of his mouth hung a sneer at some point.

Since the Eight-Nation Coalition entered Beijing, the enthusiasm of foreigners for oriental antiques has never faded, some people feel that it is profitable, and simply become brokers, specializing in selling the news of ancient tombs, such as today's auction, all the goods are from an unexcavated tomb in Xiazhou, and the foreign devils hired people to steal the door as guides, and then unloaded the mill and killed the donkey, taking away a large number of burial goods in the tomb.

"Foreign devils... It's really not a thing, I want them to pay for my grandson's life. ”

The old man held a wrench and stood under the carport covered in oil, his eyes were red: "Yun boy, the old man is useless, it's all up to you." ”

The temperature on that day broke through 40 degrees, the sun was like fire, and the cloudy sky was holding an umbrella, standing in the shadows, and his eyes were still stabbed in pain.

He sighed and smiled: "The foreign devil is a thief, and you are also a thief, is there a difference?" ”

The old man threw the wrench, gritted his teeth, and said, "There is a way to steal." ”

As soon as the words fell, the car lock fell to the ground, and the old man rode away on the battery car, and the words "thief has a way" also dissipated in the wind.

The four corners of the building are ambushed by the killer, whose mission is to pay a high price for the goods and send a signal when the handover is made, and once the killer receives the signal, he will pour out of the nest to reclaim the artifacts and kill everyone here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Merchandise Nine is a volume of ancient books that will bring the night to a close."

The host pressed a button to extinguish the spotlight overhead, and at the same time, the glass case emitted a soft cold light.

"It is extremely precious, the Chinese codex found in the territory of the Western Xia Kingdom, preserved in the inner coffin of Li Qiong, the king of the Western Xia, all indications indicate that the author was a nobleman of the Nanyin Empire, and may even be the emperor."

The host swept to the only Asian face in the front row, covered the microphone, and winked at her: "The Lost Dynasty." ”

Wei Qinghuan took half a glass of red wine from his agent Luo Xuan: "This is the Nanyin that FINCH said?" ”

"Yes."

A face from the southeast region in the audience said: "There is no direct evidence that Nanyin is a real regime. ”

The host carefully took out the rosewood box, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Sir, as you said, but please see, the codex is stored in a wooden box, and the wooden box is not rotten for thousands of years, which is enough to prove its value." "Qiandu Chinese Network

A crow is carved in the center of the lid with thin gold threads woven into its wings, but the ointment is that the gem on the eye has been ripped off, leaving a blank space.

The face of the southeast region asked again: "Why don't you open the box?" ”

"Sir, the structure of the wooden box is very complicated, it took our team several days to restore the box, and it is out of a stable anaerobic environment, which will damage the goods, all the text descriptions have been written on the brochure, I don't think I need to repeat it."

This author lived in the Huai'an period of Nanyin, starting from the territory and official system of Nanyin, the wars and ups and downs of the twenty-three years were all told, and the ups and downs were particularly wonderful.

PROFESSOR FINCH DISAGREES WITH THIS, HE FIRMLY BELIEVES THAT NANYIN IS A PEARL IN THE HISTORY OF YANXIA, AND THE VALUE OF THIS CODEX IS IMMEASURABLE.

The southeast region bar spirit was still chattering, and there was a suspicion that the codex was a fake, Luo Xuan changed several sitting positions one after another, holding his waist, and his face was tired: "Who is sitting here who doesn't know, things are all taken from dead people, smuggled here, the way is not right, the bid is from the heart, the play is a heartbeat, don't buy it if you can't afford it, what's the matter with deliberately finding fault?" Did you come to disgust us? ”

Wei Qinghuan turned around, glanced at the man fiercely, and said to Luo Xuan: "Don't pay attention to him, if you are tired, go back first." ”

Luo Xuan rubbed his sore waist, and finally shook his head.

Wei Qinghuan reluctantly withdrew her gaze, and at that moment, a gray figure broke into her field of vision.

The man wore a pair of sunglasses, tightly wrapped up and down, wide open and closed, and sat in peace, not even more like a human than a full house of guests.

Wei Qinghuan patted his chest with palpitations, and the host announced loudly on the stage: "Please start bidding." ”

When the soul returned to its place, she hurriedly said, "Ten million pounds." ”

Yuntian in the back row: "Fifteen million." ”

Wei Qinghuan secretly ached: "Eighteen million pounds, sir." ”

Yuntian didn't blink his eyes, anyway, he didn't have to pay for it in the end: "Twenty million." ”

The killer leader was entrenched like a snake behind the central air conditioner, and Yun Tian put the constantly vibrating mobile phone back in his pocket, ignoring his signal.

"I'll give twenty-five million."

Wei Qinghuan also drilled the tip of the horns: "Twenty-nine million." ”

Yun Tian casually made up a whole sentence: "Thirty million." ”

Wei Qinghuan has no interest in antiques, nor is she interested in the bad old man who studies history, she is only interested in commercial films in the pipeline, and the producer happens to be a good friend of FINCH.

In the final analysis, the solution Wei Qinghuan came up with was to save the country with a curve, she pointed to using this ancient book to please FINCH, "support" the professor's career, break into the old man's social circle, and then engage in custom filmmakers.

It's just that the initial investment is far greater than Wei Qinghuan imagined, she gritted her teeth: "Fifty million pounds, I'll pay immediately." ”

Luo Xuan said coldly: "What is the difference between competing for roles with eighteenth-tier young actors in the past, and now competing for roles with popular stars." ”

Wei Qinghuan heard it, a trace of sourness flashed on his face, the host didn't notice it, and paced on the stage: "Fifty million, is there a higher bid?" ”