With Wen Qianxue in front of him, Wen Ziyao couldn't do anything to Gu Xiuji anymore, but he felt a little toothache, "Sister, he hit me first, and you are still standing on his side?" You see, he doesn't accept your affection at all. ”

Wen Qianxue was avoided by Gu Xiuji and felt that she had lost face, and she was told by Wen Ziyao, so she was inevitably annoyed: "Brother, Brother Xiuji deserves to beat you." Your habit of talking but just your brain has to be changed, Brother Xiu Ji is just teaching you a lesson, if your words reach Si Ting's ears, that person will go crazy, and even his mother will not be able to save you. ”

When Wen Ziyao heard Wen Qianxue's words, his heart also became a little weak, and his momentum instantly weakened by half, "This is not in the imperial capital, how can Si Ting cover the sky with one hand." ”

Wen Qianxue: "And what you just said to Brother Xiu Ji was too much, apologize to Brother Xiu Ji quickly." ”

"I'm right. He was now a lost dog. Wen Ziyao was reluctant, glanced at Gu Xiuji and said.

However, after looking at Gu Xiuji's gaze, he felt a chill behind him inexplicably.

Wen Qianxue was about to be angry with this brother, glared at him, turned her head and continued to apologize to Gu Xiuji.

Gu Xiuji just bowed his head lightly at her, slowly wiped the wet collar, and then looked at the movement in the front row caused by the auction.

Wen Ziyao also saw that Wen Qianxue's face did not entangle with Gu Xiuji anymore, and sat back in his place, however, as soon as he sat down, he stepped on a pen, his foot slipped, and his butt fell to the ground, and he accidentally knocked over the drink on the table next to him, wetting himself.

"I'm grass." He scolded and got up, feeling embarrassed and embarrassed, but he couldn't blame others.

Wen Qianxue glanced at him, and saw that there was an empty position next to Gu Xiuji, so she silently changed her position.

Seeing that Gu Xiuji seemed to have more attention in the auction of this Ming Dynasty glaze red dragon pattern amphora than before, she chuckled: "Brother Xiu Ji is also interested in the antiques of the Ming Dynasty?" My family also has a collection of a few vases from the Ming Dynasty, my grandfather gave me one, I used it to arrange flowers, if you like it, I will send it when the time comes? It can be regarded as an apology for my brother. ”

However, Gu Xiuji's expression was a little impatient, "No need. ”

Wen Qianxue saw that he didn't even ask about the specific period to which the vase belonged, and knew that he didn't care about the antiques being auctioned, that is, he cared about the people who participated in the auction.

In the front row, no matter how the white collector and the Chinese entrepreneur bargained, Shi Ling added an extra thousand dollars every time.

By the time he was bidding for 11 million dollars, the white collector stopped raising the price, which was clearly more than he expected.

Only Shi Ling and Huaguo entrepreneurs were left bidding.

Wen Qianxue recognized the Chinese entrepreneur, and naturally talked to Gu Xiuji: "That seems to be the chairman of Ningcheng Ling's Group, Ling Yueshan." He is also a well-known philanthropist, and he donated two cultural relics from our country to the Ningcheng Museum free of charge under the auction of our country. This time, I guess I also want to take pictures of cultural relics and bring them back to China. ”

Speaking of this, Gu Xiuji nodded lightly at her.

Wen Qianxue saw that the last cultural relics were photographed by Shi Ling, and felt a little regretful: "I have always admired him, if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't bring enough money, I really wanted to help him bring this cultural relics back to China." ”

Gu Xiuji: "He can be taken back to China without taking pictures." ”

Wen Qianxue smiled helplessly: "That's different." The young master of the Si family and his ...... Friend, I should just want to keep it private, but Chairman Ling will donate it to the museum. ”

Front row.

Ling Yueshan looked at the last glaze red dragon pattern amphora with some regret.

He had the intention to continue bidding, but his old friends reminded him that it seemed to be the little girl who was bidding with him, but it was actually the silver-haired boy next to her. And that young man is the young master of the Imperial Capital Division.

So even if the little girl only increased the price by a thousand Dao Le each time, it was impossible for him to snatch the glazed red dragon pattern amphora from her.

Ling Yueshan let out a long sigh and nodded, "The cultural relics and treasures of Huaguo should not be left outside." Lao Guan, I originally said that I would donate this vase to your Ningcheng Museum, but this time I lost my words. ”

Lao Guan, an old friend next to him, comforted him and said: "It's okay to return to Huaguo." ”

After Shi Ling took a picture of the vase, she also learned from Yu Shen's mouth the identity of the Chinese entrepreneur who had just bid with her, "Then isn't this the flood that washed the Dragon King Temple?" Anyway, it's all about donations, and if I knew it would be a breath, I wouldn't bid for it. ”

Zhu Youzhen said: "That's not good. If this is photographed by someone else, I can't even touch my father's relics, and now you can take a picture and donate it to the museum, I can see it again. ”

Shi Ling glanced at him and said, "I think you are hungry for that little bit of dragon energy, right?" ”

Zhu Youzhen took it for granted: "What's wrong with me inheriting my father's things?" If it weren't for the fact that he left me too little dragon qi, and the number of great Ming qi was exhausted, how could I become the king of the dead country? Even many historians think I was born at the wrong time. ”

Shi Ling felt that it was true that historians said that he was stubborn and conceited, and that he could find reasons to shirk responsibility from all sides when he died.

Later, another Chinese ink painting was brought to the stage. It's just that the cultural relics appraisers below have different opinions on the authenticity of this painting.

This Danqing painting is a beautiful woman lying on a boat listening to the rain. Under the moonlit night, the spring water is rippling, the drizzle is slight, the small boat is light, the beauty is lying on her side, and the long hair is scattered and hanging, as if it is flowing with the algae in the water.

Some say it's a fake, some say it's an authentic masterpiece.

But Shi Ling saw the strangeness of the painting at a glance.

That painting......

It's not a beauty lying on her side to leave a graceful back. Instead, the beauty held her head and played with the bright moon.

Really look up at the bright moon.

Zhu Youzhen heard everyone's comments and arguments, and pouted: "This painting looks like a fake." I knew the painter they talked about when I was alive, and this painting used his usual painting skills, and it was also the beautiful picture he always loved to paint, but his painting style was not so bewitching. ”

Shi Zhenxiang next to him came over and said with great interest: "Little Master, don't take this picture." This painting went around the Deco family's house, killing several people, so no one dared to ask for it, and they were all shooting. You see, now there are only Chinese people who don't know the truth. ”

Shi Ling frowned slightly: "Can this kind of evil painting also be auctioned?" ”

Shi Zhenxiang shrugged: "The Heaton family's private auction was originally for the purpose of collecting money and laundering money, and this painting has some artistic value, like those industrial fakes that only have counterfeiting technology, and those who buy it can only think that their skills are inferior." ”

As he spoke, the painting had already been photographed by Ling Yueshan, a Chinese entrepreneur who had previously bid for the auction with Shi Ling.