Ren Wanxuan didn't understand why Ren Qian was biased against Bai Qian. Just because Bai Qian was good-looking and had better luck?
Beside her, Chen Zhu was also looking at the calligraphy quietly.
Hearing Ren Wanxuan's speech, he nodded slightly.
Ji Heng knocked on the cigarette rod. He took his eyes away from the auction house and glanced at Ren Wanxuan. Then he lowered his voice and said helplessly to Bai Xian: "It's nonsense, don't make random comments."
Although Ren Wanxuan's tone was not good, she was not talking nonsense. If other people or fans heard Bai Xian's words.
Although those members of the Bai family are not current celebrities, 50% of the kids they pick up on the street will know them.
By then Bai Zian will really be trolled to death by netizens.
Bai Qian: "...Oh."
Calligraphy requires attention to verve. She was in a good mood when writing, but she was still young at the time and was still practicing the state of hanging her wrists.
I practice calligraphy with a brick hanging on my right hand every day, and my writing is far less stable than it is now.
When she finished writing, Liang Zewen lamented that it would have been better if he had written this text a few years later.
"Everyone has different opinions," Ren Qian put down his teacup and smoothed things over, "Let's look at the bidding first."
Ren Qian smiled, glanced at the sharp-edged Bai Qian, and shook his head secretly.
After all, he was too young, but he shouldn't have mentioned this in front of Bai Pian. It seemed that the Ji family didn't understand Liang Ti. Calligraphy required some artistic threshold. What was the difference between asking Bai Pian and playing the piano to an ox?
And outside.
People on the first and second floors were ready to move.
The bidding has reached 80 million, but no one has made a bid on the third floor.
"81 million." People on the second floor bid again.
"100 million." The middle-aged voice on the third floor sounded.
This sound made Ren Qian sit up straight.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also looked at each other. She glanced at Bai Qian, then lowered her voice and said, "Is that Bureau Chen?"
Chen nodded without looking away.
This kind of authentic work with rich history was photographed and kept privately. They can only take a second look at it now.
Although the Chen family and the Ren family bought the invitation letter, they did not expect Bureau Chen to get another invitation letter somewhere in the end. The two families could no longer take advantage of Bureau Chen's favor.
**
Third floor.
Mr. Chen held the handle with his hand and stared at the auction table in the middle.
"120 million."
Prices are getting higher and higher.
Director Chen couldn't help but cast his eyes on the man sitting in the middle, "Young Master Jiang, our master asked you, can you support our Chen family this time? The master said that as long as you help this time..."
The Chen family raised a lot of people, and the little money they had was used for military pay.
Even though there is a private museum, it actually requires at least a little bit of money. Basically, Mr. Chen has to go to the Jiang family to complain about poverty.
It’s no surprise this time either.
Director Chen originally thought about how to invite this person over, but he didn't expect that it would take much effort.
Jiang Fuli sat casually in the middle of the sofa, with her long legs crossed elegantly, her eyes staring at the auction table, and her slender fingers resting on the back of the sofa, looking dignified and cold.
Hearing this, he glanced at him slowly.
Director Chen looked at him earnestly.
Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze and looked at the auction table again.
He didn't study calligraphy much, but the characters on the booth felt vaguely familiar. He lightly tapped the sofa with his fingertips. After pondering for a long time, he gave Ming Dongheng a look.
Ming Dongheng was sitting on the far right. He pressed the button and bid without blinking, "Twenty million."
Everyone on the first, second and third floors: "..."
Director Chen bit his finger and looked at Ming Dongheng with a very envious and prodigal look. Could you please stop referring to "two hundred million" as "two yuan"?
Ming Dongheng looked back at Bureau Chen, his cool eyes seemed to be asking him what was wrong.
Director Chen withdrew his gaze.
Really, why is the Jiang family so rich?
He is really, really envious.
Of course, this handwriting was eventually pocketed by Jiang Fuli. For most people in the room, 200 million was still something to consider, but for the Jiang family, the richest man in Asia, it was just a matter of words.
The tall and elegant auctioneer struck the final hammer.
Director Chen, who had been watching closely, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He resisted the urge to ask people from the auction house to deliver the goods immediately, and thanked Jiang Fuli: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Fuli calmly looked back, his expression unchanged, his narrow eyes slightly raised, and he asked elegantly and sincerely: "Why do you want to thank me?"
Director Chen was stunned, "Of course it's because of the authentic painting..."
This is the authentic work of the Bai family, or that of Miss Bai. The Chen family was so poor that they had to scrape together 100 million. If the old man had not been in poor health and was still in the hospital, he would have come to this auction in person to escort this authentic work back.
Jiang Jing.
Jiang Fuli stood up, nodded slightly to Bureau Chen, and said calmly, "Did I say I took the photo for you?"
Director Chen: "...ah?"
No, isn't it?
Director Chen looked at Jiang Fuli's cold face and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare.
**
The White Tiger Auction House has come to an end.
The staff delivered Ren Qian's auction items to the box on the first floor. Ren Qian's secretary-general put the items away and the group followed the flow of people out.
The secretary-general answered the phone midway, "...what? I understand."
Ren Qian and Ji Heng walked side by side in front. The secretary-general was holding a mobile phone. He glanced at Ji Heng and Bai Qian, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to say it next to them.
Ren Qian saw that he was hesitant to speak and said bluntly: "What's the matter?"
"That's Dr. Gao," the secretary-general turned off his phone and lowered his voice slightly, "he agreed to your dinner appointment..."
"Uncle," Ren Wanxuan, who was close to the secretary-general, frowned. She interrupted the secretary-general: "Let's talk about this when we get home."
After hearing what Ren Wanxuan said, Ren Qian acquiesced.
The secretary-general said nothing more.
"Grandpa," Bai Qian put away her phone. She took two steps out and said goodbye to Ji Heng with her eyebrows lowered, "I'll go back first."
Ji Heng looked at the crowd with some worry, "Then be careful and don't turn off your phone. If you need anything, call me."
Fortunately, today's Blackwater Street auction is a big event, and the security management is good. There are many reports along the way.
There shouldn't be any big problems.
He hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.
"Okay." Bai Qian looked at the door nonchalantly, put on the headphones again to listen to the words, and didn't even care about what Ren Wanxuan and the others said, and walked into the crowd slowly.
As soon as she went out, Mao Kun was waiting for her at the door.
"Sister." He took out a cigarette and handed it to Bai Qian respectfully.
Bai Zian usually looks lazy and seems to be infinitely charming, but now her eyes, which are dark and emotionless, look surprisingly cold.
The white vest twitched, wondering who had offended her by being so short-sighted, and how could she make such an expression.
He immediately handed over a cigarette, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Bai Qian didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but she bit the cigarette at this moment and let Mao Kun light the fire, the scarlet flames curling up the snow-white cigarette.
She threw the backpack in her hand to Mao Kun, holding the cigarette between her long white fingers. The green smoke drifted away and covered her eyebrows. She said in a lazy voice, "I'll find a place to do my homework."
"...Okay." Mao Kun carefully held her bag and turned around to find a place.
Bai Qian was wearing antique clothes and standing on a long street with slow traffic. Her delicate facial features were shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, like a classical girl who accidentally entered the real world.
Many people turned around and paused, breathing in secretly.
Finally, a man couldn't help but came over and looked at her with meaningful eyes, "Little sister, why are you still here so late?"
Bai Qian leaned against the wall on the side of the road and tilted his head lazily. He only had a simple wooden hairpin on his head and no other decorations. He was looking at him nonchalantly with a cigarette in his mouth.
When you tilt your head, those eyes are simply stunningly beautiful.
It was indeed drenched in chill.
The man couldn't hold it back and was about to reach out to touch her face, but was stopped by a hand, "Brother, if you want to play, why don't you come to me? It's like a school girl. What's so fun about it?"
The woman was wearing a tight-fitting black dress, her fingers gently brushed across the man's chest, and her charming eyebrows were slightly provocative.
The man looked at Bai Qian and then at the woman.
In the end, he still felt a little dangerous, and then gently grabbed the woman's hand, "It's not what you said..."
"Sister, it's at the bar last time." Mao Kun's voice came from behind.
The two people at the scene were stunned, and when they turned around, they saw Mao Kun approaching with a fierce look.
The man obviously knew Mao Kun. He couldn't help shaking the hand of the woman in black, wondering if Mao Kun also fell in love with this woman: "Mao, Mao..."
Mao Kun passed directly through him and stopped in front of Bai Qian, "Sister, nothing happened."
Bai Qian chewed on his cigarette and glanced at the man gently, finally focusing on the woman in black, "Where are you from?"
The woman in black was stunned for a moment, seemed to pause for a moment, and then said: "She's from Xiangcheng."
"I knew it, thank you," Bai Qian put out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and then said to Mao Kun, "I'm going to do my homework."
Mao Kun responded hurriedly, "Sister, you go do your homework first. If you find it too noisy, someone will take you to the private room."
Wait until she leaves.
Mao Kuncai grabbed the man's collar and said, "Are you blind? Do you want to play with my sister?!"
He threw the man in his hand to his subordinates and said coldly: "Take care of it."
The woman next to her came back to her senses and said in surprise: "Master Mao."
Mao Kun recognized the gorgeous woman as the resident singer at the bar. He lit a cigarette for himself and said before leaving: "Xue Chun? Remember my number. If you need anything in the future, just call me. There is no blood on this street today."
Chenghe, you deserve great credit."
It can be said that he is very proficient in understanding Bai Qian's thoughts.
**
It's almost ten o'clock in the evening, when Blackwater Street is crowded.
The Ren family's car waited in line for a while before slowly exiting the underground parking lot.
Ji Heng and Ren Qian were sitting in the front of the business car.
Ji Heng held the cigarette bag and looked out the window silently. There seemed to be a dark shadow in his peripheral vision. He was stunned and said quickly: "Stop the car."
The driver stopped the car.
Ren Qian looked at Ji Heng in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Ji Heng looked at the crowd and shook his head, "Maybe I saw it wrong."
He became silent, and the car drove out of Heishui Street again in the sea of traffic, and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley of Qingshui Street. After Ji Heng got off the car and entered the alley, the car slowly drove towards Ren's house.
After Ji Heng left, Ren Qiancai asked the secretary-general in the passenger seat, "Did Dr. Gao's teaching assistant get back to you?"
The secretary-general nodded solemnly, "We are still renewing the private room in Wanhe Building. I will try my best to make an appointment with Dr. Gao's teaching assistant at the nearest time."
Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan were sitting in the back seat of a business car.
He endured doubts all the way, and when he saw them talking again, he looked at Ren Wanxuan, "The Dr. Gao you are talking about..."
Ren Wanxuan then spoke: "You should know that there is a big project in Xiangcheng, and many people have come from Jiangjing. This Dr. Gao is the doctor from Jiangjing University who has just returned to China."
"What? Jiangjing University?" Chen Zhu almost lost his voice.
There was a big project in Xiangcheng that he had only heard his parents discuss, but because the incident involved level two secrets, he didn't know the details.
But a doctor from Jiangjing University...
That young man is also the number one winner in every national competition. How did the Ren family get in touch?
"That's right," Ren Wanxuan knew the seriousness of the matter, so she didn't let the secretary-general say it in front of Bai Zian, so that Ji Heng and Bai Zian wouldn't hear it, "If Dr. Gao is willing to tutor us, or recommend it to Jiangjing University us……"
Xiangcheng Middle School has not produced a student admitted to Jiangjing University for many years.
This time it was very difficult to apply for a place in the "Jiangjing Preparatory Camp". Even if Dr. Gao could not apply for the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp, there were nearly twenty people in their training class competing for a place. Everyone was a competitor. Every class All the remaining exercises will count towards your usual score.
These exercises are difficult for them, but for Dr. Gao, they are extremely simple.
With the help of Dr. Gao, their chance of winning will reach 80%.
The Chen family was able to invite Director Chen as a guest, and Ren Wanxuan also knew the importance of the Chen family. There was a gap between her and Chen Zhu and Ning Xiao, so she did not hide Dr. Gao's matter from Chen Zhu this time.
Chen Zhu also came out of his trance, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.
"Thank you." He looked at Ren Wanxuan steadily and took a deep breath.
"We are on the same team, so of course we have to advance and retreat together." Ren Wanxuan smiled, as if she didn't care.
Chen Zhu nodded.
When the teacher told him about grouping on Friday, he felt a little regretful.
Because Ning Xiao seems to want to be in the same group as Bai Zian, which is not surprising since they are in the same class.
But now, he is very happy.
Fortunately, he declined the class teacher that night and did not refuse when Ren Wanxuan asked him the next day.
In the front, Ren Qian suddenly thought of something and said casually: "I remember Bai Qian is in the third year of high school like you. If you invite Dr. Gao to dinner, bring her with you."
Ren Wanxuan raised her head: "Take her with you? What, can she understand Dr. Gao?"