Chapter 77

Wen Yu was wearing a curtain hat, but warmth was recognized at a glance.

Wen Jiarui naturally recognized it. Seeing Wen Yu and Zhu Zhenxuan walking together, he was slightly surprised and didn't think much. He was about to call her and warmly pulled his hand.

Wen Jiarui just reacted that he has changed his face now!

Zhu Zhenxuan saw that their eyes fell on Wen Yu. He immediately stretched out his hand to block Wen Yu in front of him. With the posture of a flower escort, he protected Wen Yu and stared at them, worried that they had collided with Wen Yu.

Wen Yu also looked at them and whispered, "brother Zhenxuan, do you think this person feels a little like my fourth uncle."

Wen Jiarui's body stiffened, warm and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Zhenxuan looked at them and warmed them: "no, can they afford such good clothes?"

His former father-in-law's clothes were washed white and covered with patches. There was no good place.

The clothes of these two people are not cheap at first sight. They need at least two liang silver for a set. Can the poor settler afford it?

As long as Zhu Zhenxuan thought of warmth and scar face, Wen Jiarui felt sick because they humiliated himself.

Wen Yu smiled: "yes, my fourth uncle has a scar on his face. It's scary to look at it. Brother Zhenxuan, do you think my painting has made progress? Will that person like it?"

"Yu'er, your painting is so good that you will be appreciated by Mr. Xu." Fortunately, I withdrew from the God of plague. Otherwise, I would not be qualified to walk with such an excellent yu'er.

Wen Yu smiled at this: "are you really sure Mr. Xu will come to the auction house today?"

Wen Yu wanted to worship master Xu as a master, but he couldn't get in.

Master Xu is a leading figure in the field of calligraphy and painting. His calligraphy and painting are praised by the Empress Dowager and the emperor.

His paintings are worth thousands of gold and are competitively collected.

Five years ago, he spread the word that he wanted to accept a spiritual disciple. Unfortunately, he didn't receive it for so many years.

Master Xu and Lin Taifu have been good friends for many years. Because Lin Taifu was the head of Lushan academy, he heard that there were many talents in Lushan academy, so he also came and stayed in the Academy for one year.

Few people know this, but this year, Mr. Guo was admitted to Lushan academy as a teacher, and he inadvertently knew it. Her brother is Guo Fuzi's proud disciple and future son-in-law, so she knows.

However, master Xu lived in seclusion. She had sent several posts to visit through Professor Guo, but they were all rejected. She could only make such a bad decision.

"Sure, I overheard it in the academy that day." So today he and Wen Yu came to the auction house to auction paintings in order to attract master Xu's attention.

Zhu Zhenxuan is a student of Lushan Academy. Wen Yucai looks at him differently.

Because Zhu Zhenxuan is a student of Lushan academy and the only one in the town, he thinks highly of himself and naturally doesn't like warmth.

Wen Yu was relieved when he heard this: "then go in quickly and see where Master Xu is sitting."

A young man in the auction house listened to the conversation between the two and said, "it turns out that the girl wants to worship master Xu as a teacher. She draws well and has aura. If master Xu really comes to the auction, she will be in master Xu's eyes."

A Confucian next to him dressed up as an old man and rarely replied, "it's really a good painting."

Master Xu is a regular guest of their auction house. Every time the auction house receives a good painting, it will notify master Xu to see it. However, except for the people in the auction house, others don't know about it.

Otherwise, it is estimated that their auction house will auction paintings every time!

Wen Yu didn't go far. He listened to the two people's words in his ears, and his mouth was full of confidence.

He raised his chin a little bit and walked to the auction store.

Wen Jiarui took a cold look at Zhu Zhenxuan's back. Fortunately, sister Nuan has resigned from this gentle scum!

A hundred Zhu Zhenxuan are not worthy of a warm sister!

He is a man. Naturally, he can see Zhu Zhenxuan's admiration for Wen Yu. They are so familiar. They are neighbors in the town. It is estimated that they have already seen each other.

It's no use marrying such a man who wants to change at different times and bullies the poor and loves the rich!

Warmth didn't think too much. She didn't pay attention to them at all.

Warmth pulled the sleeves of rawin Jiarui: "Dad, what are you looking at?"

Wen Jiarui recovered: "No."

They came to the reception desk.

Wen Jiarui: "Sir, we have a painting to auction."

The old man nodded and thought that many people knew that master Xu would come today.

He took out a document: "this is the agreement document between the two sides of the auction. You can auction only if you have no objection."

Wen Jiarui picked it up and looked at it carefully.

After a warm glance, the document was not long. She finished it at a glance. The focus was that the auction fee of 20% of the transaction price should be paid for the goods auctioned at the auction house.

After reading it, Wen Jiarui asked for warm opinions and signed a note.

Warm took out a painting. The old man at the auction house opened it at will, then he was stunned and his face changed.

He carefully unfolded the whole painting with admiration.

He quickly picked up the magnifying glass placed next to him, trembled slightly, moved slowly with the magnifying glass, and looked at it a little bit. The appreciation in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

The young man next to him also brightened his eyes.

He thought what he said just now was too full. Master Xu must be blind to see the picture just now!

What's a little aura? Compared with this one, it's Farting!

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The auction house is divided into high-level auction house and ordinary auction house.

Calligraphy and painting, antiques, jade, such valuable items are auctioned in high-level auction houses, and ordinary items are auctioned in low-level auction houses.

Warm two people got two tickets from the senior auction house from the old man.

The two men went in. At this time, the front row of the court was full of people.

Warm and Wen Jiarui sat alone behind the crowd and chose a middle position. No one was sitting in the back row.

Wen Yu and Zhu Zhenxuan are still looking for a place.

Wen Yu's hat had been taken off. She looked around the audience and looked at everyone in the audience. She wanted to see which master Xu was.

Finally, she felt that sitting in the middle of the middle row, the old man who looked like a fairy should be master Xu.

"Brother Zhenxuan, let's go there." Then she led herself first.

There is an empty seat behind the old man, and Wen Yu wants to sit behind him.

Zhu Zhenxuan was about to say that there was no place, but seeing that Wen Yu had gone, he could only hurry to keep up.

Wen Yu sat down. She looked back at an old man in black behind him. His clothes had been washed white. The original black was about to turn into dark gray, and his cuffs were a little worn, which was incompatible with the people dressed brightly around him.

Wen Yu said, "uncle, are you here to auction?"

Xu Tingzhi's expression was always serious. Wen Yan raised her eyes and looked at her: "no, come and have a look."

Wen Yu showed such a look!

"Uncle, you're not here to auction. Can you sit in the back? Don't hinder us who want to auction things. My eldest brother doesn't have a seat yet!"

Xu Tingzhi listened. There was no expression change on his serious face. He couldn't see joy and anger. He stood up and walked back.

Wen Yu pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "a poor man has no self-knowledge."