Chapter 410 The downward undulating line

Meng Anran was strolling around, admiring the collections in the glass display cases.

There are a few items that she likes very much, such as the Tang Dynasty painted glazed pottery vase in front of her.

The glaze colors are mainly yellow, green and brown. The glaze layer is as thick as solidified fat, and it has a honey-like luster under the light.

The bottleneck of the bottle is splashed with peacock blue spots, like accidentally knocked-over fragments of the sky, creating a touch of coolness amidst the warm tones.

There is a pattern hidden in the seemingly messy and scattered colors. The overall use of colors is exquisite, complex but not abrupt.

She didn't have the habit of collecting, but Lu Heng did.

There used to be a secret compartment in the Lu family's study, where Lu Heng's collection was placed.

Not many, just a dozen or so pieces, all porcelain.

They were all spoils he won at auctions, and each one was worth no less than 50 million.

Meng Anran's impeccable face was reflected on the glass display case, and a shrewd light seemed to flash in her peach blossom eyes.

If only I could get my hands on this vase.

She thought so.

"Look at you, you look so naive. Isn't it just a vase? Is it worth staring at it for so long?"

A sarcastic voice came from behind her, and Meng Anran saw the annoying Guan Yilu through the reflection in the glass.

She slowly straightened up, not turning back, and said calmly, "This is a Tang Dynasty Ru porcelain, with plump shoulders and a slender neck. The lines of the bottle are as round and smooth as the waist of a Tang Dynasty lady. The only pity is that the color of the bottle mouth has been restored using later technology."

Guan Yiliu frowned and stared at the vase in the glass cabinet.

It's just an ordinary ceramic vase, not much different from the ones you use at home, why are there so many twists and turns?

There was applause, Meng Anran turned around and saw a man in his early thirties in a suit and tie walking towards her.

There was a casual smile on the other person's face, and his eyes were full of amusement. The three earrings on his right ear were particularly flashy.

"Good taste! This lady can tell the porcelain vase has been restored just by looking through the glass case. She must have handled quite a few collections, right?"

He stopped in front of Meng Anran, a wicked smile on his lips, "Hello, I'm Jiang Zhiman, what's your name, young lady?"

Jiang Zhiman...the young master of the Jiang family, the second grandchild.

"Meng Anran." She answered softly.

Jiang Zhiman's gaze lingered for a moment on the amber bracelet on Meng Anran's wrist, and he suddenly smiled and said, "So it's Director An from Ruiming."

He tapped the display case glass with his fingertips. "My father bought this bottle from LD ten years ago. The restorer used nano-glaze..."

"It's ion exchange technology." Meng Anran interrupted him, pointing to an almost invisible color difference at the bottle's mouth. "Nano-glaze will turn bluish under ultraviolet light, and this piece's restoration layer will turn blue under strong light—"

She suddenly pointed the flashlight of her mobile phone at the mouth of the bottle, and it reflected a light cherry pink color.

Guan Yiliu took a breath of cold air.

I thought Meng Anran was just a canary who relied on men to get to the top.

He actually knows so much that he can even tell at a glance what techniques were used to restore the porcelain vase?

Could it be that the rumors are false?

No, if Meng Anran was really the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, she would have risen to the top and become a famous entrepreneur at home and abroad through her own efforts.

How could he lower his own status and write songs for entertainers?

Guan Yiliu suddenly had an idea. She glanced at the piano not far away and flattered him deliberately, "Ms. An Ran is indeed knowledgeable and talented. I heard that you are good at writing songs and playing the piano. There is a piano in the banquet hall. Why don't you perform for everyone?"

Her voice was quite loud, and many guests nearby heard it and looked over at her.

Most of them are watching the joke.

The person who plays the piano at a banquet is usually an actor invited to perform to entertain the guests.

It was undoubtedly a humiliation to let the chairman of Ruiming Group sit there and play music to entertain everyone.

Meng Anran looked at the piano in the corner and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Given my wealth, how much do you think you can pay me to play a piece for you?"

Guan Yiliu raised her hands with a condescending attitude, "Today is Old Madam Jiang's birthday party. What's wrong with spending a little money to make her happy?"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Meng Anran raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, then I'll play a song for you."

She walked over to the piano, pulled out her phone and sent a few messages.

After sitting down on the piano stool, he casually placed his cell phone beside him.

Ten fingers stroked the black and white keys, and as the fingertips turned, beautiful piano music came melodiously.

It's Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

The whole audience suddenly fell silent, unconsciously attracted by the sound of the piano, and gradually moved closer towards the sound.

Suddenly, the piano sound changed, jumping from the soothing first movement to the light third movement.

Several CEOs who were discussing the stock market also discovered the unusual changes in the stock market at this time.

"What's going on? The Guan family's stock price suddenly started to fall?"

"Isn't it falling too fast?"

The downward wavy line seemed to follow the music in the ear, moving at a very fast rhythm.

They had guesses in their minds and looked at Meng Anran in disbelief.

After several messages were passed around, almost all the guests opened their phones to check the stock market, which was experiencing abnormal fluctuations. The other stocks were all normal, but Guan's company plummeted.

Meng Anran closed her eyes, immersed in the music, enjoying the tranquility deep in her heart, as if all the chaos around her had nothing to do with her.

In just ten minutes of performance, everyone witnessed how the Guan family's stock price fell all the way, as smoothly as a slide, without any hindrance.

As the last note of the piano piece was struck, Guan’s stock price plummeted to the limit.

Meng Anran slowly opened her eyes, a victorious smile spreading across her red lips.

She picked up her phone, and just then Xiao Li's reply arrived: [Boss, we have acquired Tengsheng Capital from the Guan family.]

Guan Yiliu received a call from her father, who yelled at her: "Idiot! Who did you offend? Our family went bankrupt in just ten minutes!"

"What?" Guan Yiliu was shocked, her eyes filled with confusion. "Bankrupt?"

Everyone gasped, truly witnessing how terrifying the power of the eldest daughter of the Beijing circle is!

The Guan family can be bankrupted in ten minutes, we can’t afford to offend them!

Meng Anran stood up, glanced at the guests, and smiled gently and friendly, "Is there anyone else who wants to hear me play another song?"

Everyone's heart instantly jumped into their throat, and they all took a half step back at the same time.

The price is too high, I can’t afford to listen to it!

"You, it's you!" Guan Yiliu was slow to react before realizing that her family's bankruptcy was caused by Meng Anran. She pointed at him with trembling fingers, "You're just borrowing a man's power. What qualifications do you have to meddle in the business world?"

Meng Anran was amused by her clueless look. "I'm a businessman myself. Ruiming is a big shot now. What's wrong with me having the spare time to do something I like? Only people without ability would care about the sense of ceremony all day long and worry about whether it will lose their reputation."