Chapter 120

The enamel color donated by Shen Zhou was finally sold at a price of 1.5 million.

Mrs. Shen skimmed her lips: "a broken bottle is worth 1.5 million. Rob the money."

Shook his head incomprehensibly.

"The gilt Buddha statue of the Tang Dynasty was donated by Mr. Gutian, and the starting price was 500000."

Many people participated in this round of bidding, most of them women.

Mr. Gutian is a famous collector and philanthropist in China. His ancestry is a top Zanying aristocratic family with a large number of talents. He has been the number one scholar for three generations and passed on his family through poetry and books. His generation has gradually declined to Mr. Gutian's grandfather. Grandpa Gutian donated all his family's collections in a special historical period and became famous for a time. The Gutian family has been respected since then, It has become a legend in the antique industry.

The things he donated were definitely precious, so as soon as they were shot together, everyone scrambled to raise their cards and bid.

After several rounds, the price bit two million.

In fact, this is less than one-third of the price of the Buddha.

Mrs. Shen came to some spirit: "here comes the wonderful one. Let's see who owns the Buddha statue."

Shen Zhou raised the sign, "three million."

The whole audience was shocked. Shen Zhou shot!

In terms of wealth, almost no one here can beat him. It's too much to ask him for a price.

Jiang Chunlan smiled and raised the sign: "five million."

Shit, the big guy did it too!

The mirror looked at Jiang Chunlan, and Jiang Chunlan said with a smile: "after watching for a long time, this is suitable for you."

Mingjing said with a smile, "madam, I think Mr. Shen is bleeding."

Jiang Chunlan picked an eyebrow: "see through, don't tell, is a wise man."

The mirror covered her mouth and smiled.

"It seems that Mr. Shen has bad luck today."

Shen Zhou looked unchanged and raised his card again: "seven million."

Jiang Chunlan: "eight million."

The quiet needle drop at the scene can be heard.

Shen Zhou raised the sign again and casually seemed to say what to eat tonight.

"Ten million."

There was an uproar at the scene. It was Shen Zhou. No one could compare him in terms of wealth.

Jiang Chunlan put down the sign and said with a smile, "if I join the fun, I won't win love."

Join the fun and let Shen Zhou have seven million more.

Only then did Jiang Chunlan have the confidence to say such a thing.

As time passed silently, the mirror looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and the hour hand silently pointed to nine o'clock.

The auction is coming to an end. Shen Shaojian came to the stage again to sum up. A total of 17.3 million yuan was raised this time. I would like to thank Mr. Gutian and Mr. Shen Zhou.

At this time, a young woman came to Jiang Chunlan and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Mrs. Jiang, I'm Mr. Zou's secretary. Mr. Zou asked you to meet in the teahouse and explain to you about your porcelain Narcissus basin."

She used explanation rather than reparation.

Jiang Chunlan hooked her lips: "your boss Zou is very arrogant, and I have to see him in person."

The Secretary's professionalism is excellent. Wen Yan said, "madam, wait a minute."

Two minutes later, Zou Dawei appeared in person. In the eyes of everyone, he respectfully asked Jiang Chunlan to leave.

But what impressed everyone was the beautiful girl around her. Jiang Chunlan left, and she left with her.

At the end of the auction, everyone was reckless and began to talk. They were wondering why Zou Dawei asked Jiang Chunlan to go? And the identity of the beautiful girl who followed Jiang Chunlan.

Mrs. Shen quickly said what happened at Jiang Chunlan's house in the afternoon, "who knows that such a large auction house will also sell fakes. It's a dead smile. If Miss Zhu hadn't had golden eyes, Mrs. Jiang would have been killed."

After hearing this, everyone was incredible. The first was that Jiade group would do such a thing, which was a little unexpected.

The second is Miss Zhu, who knows antiques at a young age. If you come out of Jiade auction house, Mrs. Jiang must have been identified by a professional appraiser. There is no problem. What does this prove?

Either Miss Zhu is talking nonsense, or she is even better than a professional appraiser.

But how old is she? Is she an adult?

Everyone thought it was a little fake. Someone asked Gutian who was going to leave: "Mr. Gutian, you are a big player in the antique industry. If you are the authority in identifying antiques, you might as well go and see it. It can also be regarded as helping Mrs. Jiang. A 16-year-old girl doesn't know anything. Don't be deceived by her."

Gutian can't laugh or cry. Everyone says this. He has to help if he doesn't help. Otherwise, if it comes to Mrs. Jiang's ears in the future, will he think he doesn't help on purpose? It's not very good.

In addition, he was curious whether the little girl had two brushes or came out to cheat.

Gutian said, "President Zou invited Mrs. Jiang. It's not good for me to go so rashly..."

Mrs. Shen rolled her eyes. It's not too big for everyone to watch the excitement. Everyone despises Miss Zhu. Fan your face later.

She has blind confidence in the mirror.

If you want to say the reason, it may come from instinctive intuition.

All these years, her intuition has never been wrong.

Mrs. Gu said with a smile, "what's the matter? We'll go with you. Mr. Gutian is the industry authority. It's estimated that Jiade group can't wait for you."

"Yes, yes, we'll go with Mr. Gutian."

Shen Zhou looked at Shen Ke. Shen Ke smiled and shook his head: "I really don't know that Miss Zhu can identify antiques. There are so many mysteries on her, but don't worry, sir. Miss Zhu is calm and won't do anything uncertain."

"Go and remind Gutian to stop talking."

"Jiade group..." Shen Ke feels a little tricky.

A trace of disdain flashed from the bottom of Shen Zhou's eyes: "reluctantly buy it."

Shen Ke was stunned. Well, you are rich and powerful.

Shen Zhou's mouth tilted. "Do you think the mirror will like this gift?"

Shen Ke felt that things were getting more and more wrong. He scratched his head. "Maybe, maybe, maybe you'll like it?"

After all, ten million.

Walking out of the guild hall and leaving the sound insulation wall, the screams in the distance seemed to come from the horizon, wave after wave.

Jiang Chunlan looked at the direction of the concert and said with emotion, "it's nice to be young."

Mingjing walked quietly beside Jiang Chunlan. The voice control lights on her head went all the way and lit up row after row.

I don't know where a gust of wind blew up the girl's white skirt and came to her face with hot screams and heat flow.

The light falls from the top of the head, the eyes of the bright mirror are light and convergent, and the thick and slender eyelashes cast a cyan shadow under the eyelids.

Screams, applause and flowers coexist in the distance. The youth is on the stage and attracts the attention of thousands of people.

And she walked calmly and calmly in the night, the light did not shine on the road under her feet.

Her way, from beginning to end, is in her heart.

If the heart does not move, people do not move rashly.

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The concert is coming to an end, but the new song of Qu Feitai has not yet appeared.

And everyone noticed that the original performance of St women's group was also gone.

The audience was immersed in the song and abdominal muscles of qufeitai, but those squatting on the webcast were much more sensitive.

——Did the st women's group get kicked out of the concert?

——According to the grapevine news, according to the on-site staff, the st women's team took ten minutes to make an inch, which angered Qu Shen. He talked on the spot and removed them from the concert. Qu Shen who really said this was very handsome at that time.

——Wow, it's so cool. Su Lin, the old witch, sucks blood close to Qu God every day. Now, it annoys Qu God. I can imagine her face jumping with anger when she heard Qu God say this, ha ha.

——What's more, forget it. Feel at ease to watch Qu Shen's concert and settle accounts with them later. Qu Shen's new song should be the finale.

"Here comes the new song of Qu God." Tao Xingxing dried his mouth and licked his dry lips.

Although his voice is smoking, he still can't erase the passion in his heart.

It's worthy of being a song god. It's amazing to sing and dance. The live feeling is definitely 10000 times better than watching the live broadcast on the Internet.

Under a beam of white light, the boy came out with his guitar on his back.

"Ah ah ~." There's a lot of screaming. That's the finale of tonight.

I'm the king of qushen guitar playing and singing. Do you remember the boy holding the guitar playing and singing four years ago? That was the beginning of the legend of Qu God.

The young man was dressed in a black one-piece overalls. His belt outlined a slim waist that made a woman ashamed. His broad shoulders made people feel very safe. A pair of long legs against the sky made people's blood spray. The young man stepped on his boots and approached in the scream.

On the big screen next to the broadcast, the boy's short hair was fresh and neat, and the makeup on his face was also removed.

In this world, there is no boy with brighter eyes than him.

Clean and pure, deep and charming.

He said in a magnetic and gentle voice, "I'll sing this song to you."