The auction was held in the exhibition hall of the only star-rated hotel in City A. The organizer was a Hong Kong antique dealer. In addition to real antique lovers and merchants at home and abroad, there were also many well-known people in the city and even the province who could come to the auction.
, so the city government attaches great importance to it and spends a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange and guard the scene.
As expected, the people entering and exiting the venue were men in suits and leather shoes, and women were dressed up, as if they were attending a grand event.
Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to build a circle of interests.
Because of his noble and honest character and extremely high appraisal level, Song Xuan has an extremely high reputation in the antique circles of City A and even the province. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came up to say hello.[
Song Xuan was neither humble nor arrogant, nodding his head in greetings one by one, always with a warm smile on his face that made people feel like taking a breath of spring breeze.
Yang Zimei, who was following him, naturally attracted the attention of many people.
In this grand event where famous ladies and ladies gathered to compete for beauty, Yang Zimei was not very beautiful and outstanding, and she was still young and did not have the charm and sexiness of a mature woman. However, she was fresh and graceful, with a spotless and refined dress and temperament.
, it is quite eye-catching, especially standing next to Song Xuan who has never had any scandals with any woman.
One is mature and elegant, the other is graceful and charming, both have extremely classical temperament. If it were not for the slightly large age gap, standing together, they would be as beautiful and warm as a painting.
"Mr. Song, this is..."
Murong Yunqing, the boss of Yushi Xuan who was close to Song Xuan, couldn't help but ask.
"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a slight smile, then turned to Yang Zimei and introduced, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong from Yushixuan."
"Hello, Mr. Murong!"
Yang Zimei said hello obediently and politely.
Yang Zimei, who had been on the streets in his previous life, naturally knew about Murong Yunqing. It is said that Murong Yunqing started his business with a stone. He gambled on stones and found the sky-high price of glass, Imperial Green, and thus founded Yushi Xuan, with abundant capital. In addition, it is also said that
He has a gangster background, and no one in black or white dares to touch him.
"Female disciple entering the house? Not bad, not bad." Murong Yunqing's tone was a bit ridiculing. However, his eyes were clear and upright, and he did not mean to be narrow-minded and vulgar. Yang Zimei didn't mind.
"Female disciple who invaded the house? Hehe, Mr. Song, I didn't expect that you, a serious gentleman on the outside, could be so good at this." A slightly shrill voice interrupted. It was Yang Jianming, the only son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary Yang Dejie. His hair was plastered with hair wax.
She was visibly oily, sprayed with a slightly pungent cologne, and had two buttons of the shirt inside her suit deliberately unbuttoned. In her arms was a woman with heavy makeup wearing a low-cut red dress with suspenders, and a pair of amorous peach blossoms.
His eyes kept glancing back and forth at Yang Zimei.
When Yang Zimei saw him, he felt disgusted as if he had eaten a fly, and his black eyes turned slightly cold.
Song Xuan's gentle face showed a hint of suppressed displeasure, and he said in a deep voice, "Master Yang, please respect yourself and be careful with your words."
"Ah!"
The corner of Yang Jianming's mouth tilted up and he sneered, "What do I have to do to respect myself? It's you, Mr. Song, who needs to respect yourself, right? This little sister looks like she is about fifteen years old, Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding you.
You, together with minors, will be sentenced."
"you you……"
Except for antiques, Song Xuan has never been good at arguing with others, especially scoundrels. His face turned red with anger. In addition, he was worried that Yang Zimei would be harmed, which made him even more nervous. His tongue was knotted and he couldn't say no.
Speak up.
Yang Zimei reached out and patted the back of his hand, signaling him to calm down and that she didn't mind what Yang Jianming said.[
Song Xuan looked into her eyes, which were so dark and cool that no trace of waves could be seen, and he suddenly felt a sense of stability, and his excitement slowly calmed down.
