With Wen Qianxue blocking the way, Wen Ziyao couldn't hit Gu Xiuji anymore, but he felt a little bit of pain in his teeth. "Sister, he hit me first, and you're still standing on his side? Look, he doesn't appreciate your kindness at all."
Wen Qianxue felt humiliated when Gu Xiuji avoided her, and when Wen Ziyao exposed her, she couldn't help but feel angry: "Brother, even if Brother Xiuji hit you, you deserved it. You have to change your habit of speaking without thinking. Brother Xiuji was just teaching you a lesson. If your words get to Si Ting's ears and he goes crazy, not even Mom can save you."
After hearing what Wen Qianxue said, Wen Ziyao also felt a little guilty, and his momentum instantly weakened. "This is not the imperial capital. How can Si Ting cover the sky with one hand?"
Wen Qianxue: "Also, what you said to Brother Xiu Ji just now was too much. Apologize to Brother Xiu Ji quickly."
"I'm not wrong. He is already a lost dog now." Wen Ziyao was unwilling and said to Gu Xiuji with a glance.
However, after meeting Gu Xiuji's gaze, he inexplicably felt a chill on his back.
Wen Qianxue was almost mad at her brother. She glared at him and turned around to continue apologizing to Gu Xiuji.
Gu Xiuji simply nodded indifferently to her, slowly wiping his wet collar, and then looked at the commotion in the front row caused by the bidding.
For the sake of Wen Qianxue, Wen Ziyao did not argue with Gu Xiuji anymore and sat back in his seat. However, as soon as he sat down, he stepped on a pen, slipped, and fell to the ground. He also accidentally knocked over the drink on the table next to him and got himself wet.
"Fuck." He got up cursing, feeling extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't blame anyone else.
Wen Qianxue glanced at him, and seeing that there was an empty seat next to Gu Xiuji, she silently changed seats.
Seeing that Gu Xiuji seemed to be paying more attention to the auction of this Ming Dynasty underglaze red dragon-patterned two-eared vase than before, she chuckled and said, "Brother Xiuji, are you also interested in Ming Dynasty antiques? My family also has a few Ming Dynasty vases in its collection. My grandfather gave me one, and I use it for flower arrangement. If you like it, I can give it to you when the time comes. It would be a way of apologizing on my brother's behalf."
However, Gu Xiuji looked a little impatient, "No need."
When Wen Qianxue saw that he didn't even ask about the specific period the vase belonged to, she knew that he didn't care about the antique being auctioned, but rather the people who participated in the auction.
In the front row, no matter how much the white collector and the Chinese entrepreneur bid, Shi Ling would happily add an extra thousand dollars each time.
When the bid reached $11 million, the white collector stopped raising the price. Obviously, this was beyond his expectations.
Only Shi Ling and the Chinese entrepreneur were left to bid.
Wen Qianxue recognized the Chinese entrepreneur and naturally started talking to Gu Xiuji, "That person seems to be Ling Yueshan, the chairman of the Ningcheng Ling Group. He's also a well-known philanthropist. He previously bought two cultural relics from our country that were lost abroad at an auction in Britain and donated them to the Ningcheng Museum. This time, he must be hoping to buy some of them and bring them back to China."
Having said that, Gu Xiuji nodded lightly to her.
Wen Qianxue saw that Shi Ling had finally taken the picture of the artifact, and she felt a little regretful: "I have always admired him. If he hadn't brought enough money, I would have wanted to help him bring this artifact back to China."
Gu Xiuji: "Even if he wasn't photographed, he could still be brought back to China."
Wen Qianxue smiled helplessly and said, "That's different. The Si family's young master and his... friend probably took the photos just to keep them for themselves, but Chairman Ling will donate them to the museum."
Front row.
Ling Yueshan looked at the last underglaze red dragon-patterned two-eared vase in Hualuo Shiling's hands with some regret.
He had intended to continue bidding, but an old friend reminded him that the person he was bidding against was actually the silver-haired boy beside her. And that boy was the young master of the Si family in the imperial capital.
So even if the girl only raised the price by a thousand dollars each time, he would not be able to snatch the underglaze red dragon-patterned two-ear vase from her.
Ling Yueshan sighed deeply and nodded, "China's cultural relics and treasures should not be left outside. Lao Guan, we agreed to donate this vase to your Ningcheng Museum. This time, I made a mistake."
An old friend beside him, Lao Guan, consoled him, saying, "At least we've returned to China."
After Shi Ling bought the vase, she also learned from Yu Chen the identity of the Chinese entrepreneur who had just bid against her. "Isn't this like the flood flushing out the Dragon King Temple? It's going to be donated anyway. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bid."
Zhu Youjian said: "That won't work. If someone else takes a picture of this, I won't even be able to touch my father's belongings. Now that you've taken a picture of it, at least I can take another look at it before donating it to the museum."
Shi Ling glanced at him and said, "I think you are greedy for that little bit of dragon energy up there?"
Zhu Youjian took it for granted: "What's wrong with me inheriting my father's things? If he hadn't left me too little dragon energy and the Ming Dynasty hadn't run out of luck, how could I have become the king of a fallen country? Even many historians think I was born at the wrong time."
Shi Ling felt that what historians said about him being stubborn and conceited was true. Even after he died, he was still able to find reasons from all sides to shirk responsibility.
Afterward, another Chinese ink painting was brought to the stage. However, the appraisers in the audience were divided on its authenticity.
This painting depicts a beautiful woman sleeping on a boat, listening to the rain. Under a moonlit night, the spring water ripples, a gentle rain falls, and a beautiful woman lies on her side in a small boat, her long hair flowing freely, seemingly floating like waterweed on the water.
Some say it is a fake, while others say it is an authentic work of a famous artist.
But Shi Ling noticed the weirdness of the painting at a glance.
That painting...
It's not about a beautiful woman lying on her side, leaving behind a graceful silhouette. It's about a beautiful woman holding up her head, admiring and playing with the bright moon.
Really, look up at the bright moon.
Zhu Youjian heard the crowd's comments and arguments, and curled his lips. "This painting is obviously a fake. I knew the painter they are talking about when I was alive. This painting uses his usual painting techniques and is the same kind of beautiful women he always loved to paint, but his style is not so weird."
Shi Zhenxiang came over and said with great interest, "Young Master, please don't bid for this painting. It's been passed around the Deco family for a while now and has ruined several people. So no one dares to buy it, and everyone is selling it. Look, the only people bidding for it now are Chinese who don't know the truth."
Shi Ling frowned slightly: "Can such an evil painting be auctioned?"
Shi Zhenxiang shrugged. "The Heaton family's private auction was originally intended to raise money. This painting at least has some artistic value. Those industrial forgeries, which are merely manufactured with technical skills, will only allow those who win it to admit that they are inferior to others."
As he was speaking, the painting had already been bought by Ling Yueshan, the Chinese entrepreneur who had previously competed with Shi Ling for the painting.
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