But he could tell from Yi Qing's complexion that there was nothing abnormal.

Lan Miaojing took the wheelchair from the female assistant and pushed Yi Qing up from the side of the podium.

The two came to the microphone.

Yi cleared her throat and smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, my legs are inconvenient. We are all acquaintances, so I won't be polite."

"This charity gala has invited major families from the capital."

"We live in a peaceful era, but there are still many children..."

She didn't speak much, she was very concise, and there was no draft. She just improvised.

"Qin Fan, Sister Yi is not simple." Dong Zirou whispered.

"Yeah~" Qin Fan nodded.

Every child who comes out of such a compound is highly educated.

Since childhood, I have been guided by my father's role models, and I have been born with leadership skills.

As the saying goes, the environment determines a person's growth.

"Rourou, what did you give me?" Qin Fan asked.

Dong Zirou smiled and whispered: "I received the invitation and sent a pair of jade bowls."

"That was given to me by the royal family of a small country."

"Oh~"

“With so many guests, won’t everyone have something to send for photos?”

"Hehe, of course not. As a family unit, such as Yan Wan and Yan Wenhan, they only give one piece. Of course, the more the better."

"Oh, so that's it." Qin Fan said.

There were so many people at the scene, and if everyone submitted their photos, we wouldn’t be able to finish them until tomorrow.

Yan Wan, who was behind, saw Dong Zirou whispering to Qin Fan, and the thorn in his heart felt even more uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand that Dong Zirou knew that Qin Fan had a family.

But she was still very close to Qin Fan, and that closeness made him feel slighted.

How could a man with a family and no background be more popular than his dignified Fourth Young Master in the capital and the children of his compound?

At this time, Yi Qing's speech ended.

Lan Miaojing and the female assistant helped her sit down again.

Qin Fan looked at Yi Qing a few more times using the diagnostic method.

He didn't speak.

As the saying goes, "The law is not taught lightly, the Tao is not sold cheaply, the teacher does not follow the path, and the doctor does not knock on the door."

When we first met, he would not take the initiative to tell others about his illness.

What's more, if others don't believe it, it will be boring.

The host on the stage continues to host.

"Gentlemen and ladies, now we begin the auction."

"The proceeds from all auctions will be donated to children in mountainous areas to build Hope Primary School."

Later, a female assistant came up with a scroll on a tray, which should belong to a collection of calligraphy and painting.

"Mr. Qin, do you know anything about antiques?" Lan Miaojing asked in a low voice.

She sits on Qin Fan's right, and on Qin Fan's left is Dong Zirou.

"Haha, I don't know much about this."

"If you don't understand it very well, then you just understand it a little bit."

Qin Fan was startled for a moment, then laughed. Lan Miaojing reacted quickly and even caught his handwriting.

"I can only be a little blind." Qin Fan joked.

"Mr. Qin, just cover up and talk about this lot." Lan Miaojing also joked.

"Qin Fan, just say it." Dong Zirou also started to encourage.

"What a fool. You two can't laugh at me if I say something wrong."

"It's okay, it's not serious anyway." Lan Miaojing nodded.

"Oh well."

Qin Fan glanced at the scroll, and saw that the distant, simple and agile aura was only vaguely present.

He smiled and said: "This scroll should be no more than a hundred years old. It may be a modern scroll."

"It's an authentic piece, not a fake."

"Mr. Qin, how do you judge?" Lan Miaojing asked curiously.

She saw that Qin Fan only glanced at it without waiting for the female assistant on the stage to open the display.

Yi Qing, who was sitting next to Lan Miaojing, also became a little interested and pricked up his ears to listen.

"Looking at the diagnosis method."

"Puch", both Lan Miaojing and Dong Zirou laughed softly.

"Qin Fan, you are so funny. This is a professional habit." Dong Zirou said.

Yi Qing was also amused and smiled slightly.

Of course she knew that inspection was the first of the four diagnoses of traditional Chinese medicine, but she had never heard of it being used to identify antiques.

She just heard Lan Miaojing say that Qin Fan is a Chinese medicine doctor.

At this time, two assistants opened the scroll, which was a piece of calligraphy.

The host held the small book in his hand and began to introduce.

"This is a calligraphy work by Tan Songyun, a famous scholar during the Republic of China. It is signed in 1932. It is a modern calligraphy work and has a history of nearly a hundred years..."

Hearing this, Lan Miaojing and Dong Zirou were both stunned.

Yi Qing, who was about to drink water, suddenly stopped drinking water.

The so-called modern times refers to the historical period from 1840 to 1949.

The most important thing is that when Qin Fan came to his conclusion, the scroll had not yet been opened and displayed.

You are too accurate!

Dong Zirou was stunned for several seconds, "Qin Fan, do you really understand or do you pretend not to understand?"

"Ms. Dong, Mr. Qin doesn't understand. He is an expert at hiding things." Lan Miaojing said.

Qin Fan smiled and waved his hand.

"You can't take it seriously. I'm really a blind cat who has encountered a dead mouse."

"Shh~" Qin Fan made another silent gesture.

The two women stopped arguing on this issue.

Yi Qing said nothing. She glanced at Qin Fan from the corner of her eyes, and she was equally surprised.

However, she thinks it is more of a coincidence.

The host on the stage continued to introduce.

"This calligraphy was sent for auction by Mr. Nie. Since we are auctioning without a reserve price, each bid must be no less than 5,000 yuan. If you like it, please bid!"

The guests all invariably looked at the host's hand, which was a young man in his thirties.

Qin Fan estimated that this person was the owner of this calligraphy.

"20,000 yuan!"

At this time, a young man next to Mr. Nie raised his hands and loudly bid.

He immediately raised the price of this calligraphy to 20,000 yuan.

Immediately afterwards, someone else bid with him.

"50,000 yuan!"

"60,000 yuan!"

"70,000 yuan!"

The price was raised to 70,000 yuan without even stopping.

Qin Fan couldn't help but turn around and saw that the people next to Mr. Nie were bidding.
To be continued...