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The auction was held in the exhibition hall of the only star-rated hotel in City A. The organizer is a Hong Kong antique merchant. In addition to real antique enthusiasts and merchants at home and abroad, there are also many well-known people in the city and even in the province. Therefore, the municipal government attaches great importance to it and has used a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange the guarding site.

The people entering and leaving the venue were indeed men in suits and ties and women in costumes, as if they were going to attend the event.

Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to tie the circle of interests.

Because of his noble and honest character and extremely high appraisal level, Song Xuan has an extremely high reputation in City A and even the antique industry in the province. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came forward to say hello.

Song Xuan was neither humble nor arrogant, nodded one by one, and always had a warm smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze.

Yang Zimei, who was following him, naturally attracted the attention of many people.

In this grand event where celebrities and ladies gather together with their daughters, Yang Zimei is not very beautiful and outstanding, and she is young and does not have the charm and sexy like a mature woman. However, her fresh and graceful, her spotless and refined dress and temperament are quite eye-catching, especially when she stands next to Song Xuan, who has never had any scandals with any woman.

One is mature and elegant, the other is graceful and pretty, and they all have a classical temperament. If it weren't for the slightly larger age gap, standing together would be as beautiful and warm as a painting.

"Mr. Song, this person is..."

Murong Yunqing, the boss of Yushixuan, who is close to Song Xuan, couldn't help asking.

"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a faint smile, then turned to Yang Zimei and introduced, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong from Yushixuan."

"Hello Mr. Murong!"

Yang Zimei greeted him well and politely.

Regarding Murong Yunqing, Yang Zimei, who had been living in the streets and alleys in the last life, naturally knew that it was said that Murong Yunqing started his business with a stone that day, and gambling stones to get a sky-high price of glass-type imperial green, thus founding Yushixuan with abundant capital. In addition, it is said that he has a gangster background and dared not touch him at all.

"A female disciple who entered the house? Not bad." Murong Yunqing's tone was a bit ridiculous, but his eyes were clear and his eyes were straight, and there was no intention of being narrow-minded and obscene, so Yang Zimei didn't mind.

"Female disciple? Hehe, Mr. Song, I didn't expect that you are so serious and gentleman, but you are so kind." A slightly sharp voice inserted in. It was Yang Jianming, the only son of the municipal party secretary Yang Dejie. His hair was greasy and squirted with hair wax. He sprayed a slightly choking cologne. The shirt in the suit deliberately unbuttoned two buttons, and he hugged a woman with heavy makeup in a small red dress with a suspender with a low-cut sling. Her passionate peach blossom eyes kept aiming at Yang Zimei.

When Yang Zimei saw him, she felt disgusted as if she had eaten a fly, and her black eyes were slightly cold.

A hint of forbearing displeasure appeared on Song Xuan's gentle face, and he said in a deep voice, "Please respect Mr. Yang, please be cautious and speak with caution."

"Oh!"

Yang Jianming's lips slanted and he sneered, "What's the point of being respectful to me? You are Mr. Song, you are? This little sister looks like she is about fifteen years old. Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding you that you will be sentenced together with minors."

"You...you..."

Apart from antiques, Song Xuan has never been good at arguing with others, especially scoundrels. He was so angry that his face turned red. He was also worried that Yang Zimei would be hurt, so he became even more nervous, and his tongue was tied and he couldn't speak.

Yang Zimei reached out and patted the back of his hand, indicating that he would not be impatient, and that he would not mind what Yang Jianming said.

Song Xuan looked at her eyes that were so dark that they could not see any slight tide. Suddenly, a stable force arose, and the excitement slowly calmed down.

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Chapter completed!