Ye Tian has been a very independent person since he was a child. It is difficult for others to change the things he decides, so when he heard that Ye Tian was going to participate in the auction tomorrow, even though Song Weilan strongly opposed it, it still didn't help.
What's more, after Gou Xinjia and others heard the news about the "Kaiyuan Taoist Canon", they were shocked and strongly supported Ye Tian. Regardless of whether the "Taoist Canon" contained cultivation techniques or not, it was an extremely precious Taoist classic.
In desperation, Song Weilan could only nod in agreement. However, Ye Tian originally just wanted to participate in the auction with Tang Wenyuan, but now the whole family is involved, and even Zhou Xiaotian does not agree to stay at home to guard the door.
Fortunately, Tang Wenyuan has a deep foundation in Hong Kong and obtained several invitation letters through some channels. You must know that not everyone can enter the auction held by Christie's.
"Mom, this is Hong Kong, not the capital. Do you need to wear so many clothes?"
Song Weilan came to her son's room early the next morning and said that it was already December and Ye Tian had to put on a sweater before he could go out, otherwise he would not be allowed to go, which made Ye Tian dumbfounded.
Seeing Yu Qingya hiding at the door and snickering, Ye Tian immediately said angrily: "Qingya, if you still laugh, if you laugh again I will make you wear leather clothes and go out!"
Seeing that her husband was really worried, Yu Qingya walked over with a smile and said, "Mom, the temperature outside is more than 20 degrees now. You can let Ye Tian wear a sweater and it won't kill him when he goes out!"
"It's fine if you don't wear it. Qingya, let him wear it. If he feels cold, put it on for him."
Song Weilan was right when she thought about it, but she always thought that her son was still seriously injured and his body was much weaker than the average person, so she was so nervous.
After breakfast, it was already around nine o'clock in the morning. A luxury minibus picked up everyone in the villa and drove to Central, Hong Kong.
This special auction of Chinese art organized by Christie's will be held for three days in total.
Generally speaking, at the beginning of the day, there will be a few final lots to enhance the atmosphere of the auction, and then towards the end, there will be a final lot to bring the entire event to a successful conclusion.
Initially, Christie's planned to use a precious Song Jun kiln porcelain as the final ranking.
However, considering that the market for ancient books and classics has been very hot in recent months, the organizers temporarily decided to use the six "Kaiyuan Taoist Canon" as the closing auction items on the first day.
That's why Ye Tian and others went to the auction venue early. For those copies of "Kaiyuan Dao Zang", both Ye Tian and Gou Xinjia were bound to get them.
Central is a place name in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong. It is also the political and commercial center of Hong Kong. Many banks, multinational financial institutions and foreign consulates are located in Central.
Ye Tian likes to be quiet. Although he has been to Hong Kong many times, he has never been to Central. However, he was really holding back this time. Ye Tian actually enjoyed watching the bustling crowd on the road.
The car drove into the underground parking lot of the Central Center. In order to increase its influence, Christie's specially chose the auction location at Queen's Road in Central District, which is also the tallest skyscraper in Hong Kong.
"Why set the auction venue here properly, if you can't choose a club?"
Perhaps she has not yet emerged from the shadow of the terrorist attacks that occurred in New York two months ago. Looking at this seventy-three-story building, Song Weilan couldn't help but muttered when entering the elevator.
After the terrorist attack in New York, Song Weilan not only withdrew the company from New York, but also built an office building in San Francisco as its headquarters. This building only had three floors, which shows the impact of that incident on her.
"Mom, it's okay."
Ye Tian held his mother's hand and said with a smile: "That's a once-in-a-century thing. If it happens to us again, I think you can fly back to the United States to buy lottery tickets. It is said that the prize pool has accumulated to more than 300 million US dollars.
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"You brat, you don't have a good word in your mouth. Stop saying such unlucky things." Although Song Weilan blamed her son, her expression was much more relaxed.
Affected by the terrorist attack in New York some time ago, security inspections have become extremely strict when holding some gathering-type activities in various places. For this reason, the organizers also spent money to set up special security gates.
After entering the venue, Ye Dongping looked around and said, "This is much larger than the auction in Beijing!"
Auctions organized in the capital are often held in conference rooms of certain hotels. There are usually only a hundred or ten seats in the venue, but the venue in front of you can accommodate four to five hundred people.
"Brother Ye, Hong Kong is the financial center of the East, and Christie's still takes it very seriously."
Because of Ye Tian, Tang Wenyuan did not dare to trust Ye Dongping. He immediately explained: "This auction not only has local collectors in Hong Kong, but also many cultural relic collectors from the mainland and overseas. It is not an exaggeration.
This is a world-class auction!”
Indeed, as Tang Wenyuan said, in addition to some Chinese people sitting in the venue, there were also many blond and blue-eyed foreigners, and these people accounted for more than half.
The arrival of Ye Tian and others also attracted the attention of many people, because their combination was a bit strange.
In addition to Ye Tian and his wife and Zhou Xiaotian, the one-armed Gou Xinjia and the energetic Nan Huaijin are also quite eye-catching.
Not to mention Zuo Jiajun and Tang Wenyuan, at least half of the Chinese people in the venue stood up to greet them. These are Hong Kong's richest people.
However, Song Weilan and his wife were wearing ordinary clothes today, and everyone's attention was mostly focused on Zuo Jiajun and others. Under the guidance of the staff, the group came to the first row of the venue and sat down.
"Who are these people? How can they be in the first row?"
"That's right, I just saw Sir He sitting in the third row."
"I don't know. That's Tang Sheng, and the person next to him is Master Zuo. You don't even know this?"
"Even Tang Sheng and Master Zuo may not be qualified to sit in the front row, right? Do you know that the Chief Executive will also attend the auction today?"
After Ye Tian and others took their seats, those sitting behind them couldn't help but murmured in low voices.
You know, whether at home or abroad, the order of seating is of great concern. Generally speaking, in auction houses, such first row seats are often reserved for guests.
Just like today's auction, the Special Chief Executive of Hong Kong will also come to participate.
The chief executive may not participate in the entire auction, but the first row of seats must be reserved. Although Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are well-known in Hong Kong Island, they are still not qualified to sit there.
"Brother Zuo, are we still taking advantage of others?"
Tang Wenyuan didn't expect that the organizers would place them in the first row, so after hearing the discussion behind him, he couldn't help but laugh, and looked at Song Weilan intentionally or unintentionally.
Hearing this, Zuo Jiajun smiled and said, "After all, I still benefit from my junior brother."
In his early years, Zuo Jiajun was also a frequent visitor to auctions in order to find some Feng Shui instruments, but like Tang Wenyuan, he had never enjoyed the privilege of sitting in the front row.
However, Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are both old and mature people, so naturally they will not mind these gossips. They are sitting there chatting calmly, not caring about what the people behind them say.
Ye Tian and others arrived not too early. Not five minutes after they sat down, the two doors of the conference room were pushed open from the outside. Seven or eight people crowded around a man in his fifties with gray hair and walked out.
Come in.
"Hello Dong Sheng!"
"Hello, Chief Executive!"
"Hello Mr. Dong!"
Seeing this man coming in, there was a burst of applause in the venue, and Ye Tian and others also stood up. Although he did not know the first chief executive of Hong Kong who came from a shipping family, he was not uncommon on TV.
Walking next to the chief executive was a thin British man who must have been in his fifties. After accompanying Dong Sheng to the first row, the man suddenly walked over to Ye Tian and others.
What surprised Ye Tian's people was that Song Weilan actually came up to him and said with a smile: "Wilson, I only heard that you came to the East to develop, but I didn't expect you to come to Hong Kong?"
"Oh, beautiful Miss Song, knowing that you are coming to this auction, I didn't even sleep well last night!"
The Wilson in Song Weilan's mouth spoke authentic Chinese. After coming to Song Weilan, he took Song Weilan's right hand in a gentlemanly manner and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"Damn it, who is this bastard? He kissed my wife?"
Although he knew that kissing hands is a normal etiquette in the West, Ye Dongping still couldn't bear it when he saw this scene. When he turned around and saw Ye Tian's indifferent face, he couldn't help but stepped on his son's instep and whispered.
: "Little bastard, that's your mother, why don't you care?"
"Dad, you are so jealous that it's so inexplicable. I think that's normal."
Ye Tian rolled his eyes at his father, but seeing the threatening look on his face, he couldn't help but sigh, and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Wilson, I think you should call her Ms. Song instead of Miss."
"Yes, this is my son!" Ye Dongping smiled happily as he listened.
"Oh, who is this?" Wilson looked at Song Weilan with doubtful eyes.
"He is my son, Wilson. I have told you that I have been married for many years, but you just don't believe it."
Song Weilan smiled, walked to Ye Dongping, took her husband's arm, and said, "This is my husband, Mr. Ye Dongping. Dongping, his name is Wilson, and he used to be the president of my British company."
After explaining to Ye Dongping, Song Weilan looked at Wilson strangely, "Aren't you at Christie's headquarters? How come you were transferred to Hong Kong?"
"I hope to meet a beautiful woman like you in the East."
Wilson laughed, smiled apologetically at Ye Dongping, and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm joking. Come on, let me introduce you to you!"
