Half an hour after the banquet started, everyone had basically divided their tables, and our group was far away from Brother Hong.
There was no conversation at first. Brother Hong was sitting in his seat, chatting and laughing with the senior management of the private car company, and vaguely heard that Mr. Li's wife was also pregnant.
Brother Hong smiled and knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about what gift to buy tomorrow.
On our side, Du Wenbin drank two glasses of wine with the people at other tables, then sat back and said to me: "Did you bring any money?"
"What's wrong? Are you charged for meals?" I asked sideways.
"There will be a famous calligrapher's calligraphy to be photographed later. I heard that this calligraphy is suitable for you." Du Wenbin said mysteriously.
"Do you think, with his cultural literacy, it is necessary to hang a subtitle at home?" Lao Xian drank orange juice and said disdainfully.
"Get out of here, you are the only one who is educated." Ma Xiaoyou said angrily.
"Don't be so arrogant with me. If you look anxious, I'll cut you off." Lao Xian suddenly glared and said.
"You two, please calm down."
I drank the mineral water and said helplessly that Laoxian has a bit of a girly personality lately and likes to quarrel with women.
Everyone made jokes and soon entered the entertainment auction session. I didn't pay attention at first and was chatting hypocritically with others. But when I took the last item, Du Wenbin suddenly said to me: "Here it comes."
"What's coming?"
"That word."
As I said that, I looked at the rostrum. Mr. Li was wearing a white shirt and his forehead was covered with sweat. He waved his hand for the staff to hold up a couplet and then said: "Mr. Hua of our company, I am fortunate to know Mr. Ouyang. I got this calligraphy over the years and kept it preciously, but now he has two sons and two daughters. It happened that I came to the Northeast again, and Mr. Hua specifically asked me to bring the auspiciousness of this calligraphy to my friends, and the auction is a Everyone can just play around with the lottery. Calligraphy and paintings are not auctioned at low prices. Those who are destined to get it can get it. You don’t have to take it seriously. How much money you paid, everyone will be given red envelopes immediately tonight. Everyone can be happy. "
After he finished speaking, I noticed this word.
Subdue the dragon and play in the water, add the unicorn to send the son.
The ten characters are written with firm edges and sharp lines. Although I don’t understand bird characters, my basic aesthetic vision is still there. A layman would think this is a good calligraphy.
"Haha, isn't this word just for you?"
Lao Xian suddenly became interested and stood up directly and said: "My brother's wife just got pregnant with a child. I want this word, so don't take it away. I'm petty, so don't offend me."
"Ha ha."
Everyone burst into laughter. Most of them knew Lao Xian and his speaking style, so they smiled kindly.
"One hundred thousand,."
Lao Xian simply shouted to the stage.
"Bah bang bang."
More than a hundred people burst into applause, but no one wanted to compete, because the old immortal just wanted good luck for me, and it was useless for others to ask for it, so there was no competition among everyone.
"Hey, look at these two brothers, this is true love. Old immortal, tell me, did you buy this calligraphy with tears in your eyes?" someone asked jokingly.
"Well, I'm always sad. I regret that I can't give birth to a baby for my elder brother Nan." The old immortal smiled and spoke fluent Northeastern stubble language, which made people smile without saying a word.
"No, you three can get by together."
"I've been living my life, I don't need you to worry about it." Lao Xian responded to Rui Liu.
"I see that this painting is no longer controversial. Send it to Mr. Xiang quickly." Mr. Li was quite satisfied with the result and waved his hand to the staff.
"I'll pay 110,000."
At this moment, Brother Hong raised his hand and said, he didn't mean to target me, but he really wanted this painting because he had just heard that Mr. Li's wife was also going to have a baby. Obviously, there was no gift like this. The painting has meaning.
"Uh-huh."
Lao Xian immediately turned around and looked at Brother Hong.
Everyone in the room fell silent.
"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it, Lao Xian, I have a friend's wife who also wants to have a baby." Brother Hong stood up with a smile, clasped his fists and said.
"Ah, that's okay. You have other ideas. I don't care. I'll welcome you on and off the court at any time."
Lao Xian's dislike for Zhan Tianyou has reached an intolerable level, so Brother Hong's action was considered a provocation to him. He first replied with a gun and a stick, then Lao Xian rubbed his palms and continued. :"Fifty."
As soon as everyone heard the price, they knew that the old immortal was vindictive, because the calligraphy was obviously a congratulatory message written in an essay, without any literary quality, and it was not a creative work, so it was not worth the money at all.
"Fifty-five." Brother Hong's mouth muscles trembled and he continued to shout.
"Xian, it's just a word, it doesn't mean anything to me." Ma Xiaoyou advised.
"Whether I can have children in the future is not yet certain. Nannan's is mine. Money is not an issue!"
The old immortal replied with a sullen face, and continued to shout: "Two hundred,,, no need to ask anymore, if he chases the price again, I will double it."
"Old immortal, it's just a word. I really don't mean anything else. If you insist on it, I'll let you."
Brother Hong saw that the old man was really anxious, and then he weighed his own financial strength, and felt that if he pretended to be B in H city, he would be instantly humiliated by the old man, so he found a way out.
"Haha, I don't need you to give in. Just shut your mouth and let's talk over the money." Lao Xian frowned and replied.
Everyone in the room was speechless.
From beginning to end, I didn't say anything.
"You drank too much."
Brother Hong replied, and continued with a smile: "You, the rich second generation of your family, can't compete with you, so I won't argue."
When the old immortal heard this, he was very harsh, but he did not quarrel with him again.
Mr. Li glanced at Brother Hong with disgust, feeling that he had not given away the favor. He glared at the painting worth 100,000 yuan and raised it to 200. Is this a fucking favor?
"Bring the painting to Mr. Xiang."
Mr. Li said something, then smiled and said to Lao Xian: "Come on, you have also taken a photo, come on stage and say a few words."
"I have nothing to say. If I offer you another hundred thousand, you can write a calligraphy for me." The old immortal said with a smile.
"What word?" Mr. Li was stunned.
"Eight words, work hard and make money, and give this to our friend Mr. Hong to encourage us together."
The old immortal said with a sonorous and domineering voice, pointing at Brother Hong.
"Ha ha."
The hall burst into laughter again.
Brother Hong's face instantly became bloodshot and frighteningly red.
"Swipe."
The two people behind Brother Hong stood up instantly, pointed at Lao Xian and said, "You're going too far. Who are you scolding?"
"Come on, if you drink too much, come with me to the toilet to puke."
With a sullen face, I took Ma Xiaoyou's hand, turned around and left without saying anything.
"Whoosh."
As soon as I left, Xiang Hui stood up and a porcelain bowl flew over and hit the person who said this directly on the head. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Come, let's go out and chat." This book was first published from 17K Novel Online, watch genuine content for the first time!