Jin Xueyang has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has seen countless celebrities, big and small. After he gave her a stamp, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but put down her camera and take a good look at Xiao Xingyu.
After a while, she asked in confusion: "Don't all handsome guys look like this?"
When Jin Xueyang heard this, he turned around like his neck was rusty and gave Zhang Moyan a cold look: "You should go to the ophthalmologist!"
The general manager of the auction company didn't waste a second and ran back to the workbench to negotiate with the person.
He first bowed and nodded to a man in a suit in his thirties for a long time, then ran to the expert seat and talked incessantly. Finally, he finally got it done and made an "OK" gesture to Xiao Xingyu from afar.
After receiving the news, Xiao Xingyu nodded and walked into the venue with his long legs.
His sturdy body was wrapped in well-tailored fabrics. He walked through people's speculative, amazed, curious and puzzled gazes, calmly and composedly.
When he was 2 meters in front of the stage, a staff member came up to him, respectfully stepped sideways and raised his hand to invite him to the stage.
Xiao Xingyu stopped and saluted the workbench before going on stage with the staff.
Zhang Moyan noticed that the staff member took three steps to climb the three steps, but he only took one step.
When the uninvited guest made his full appearance, the audience burst into exclamations of "Wow" as if they were talking about a good harvest amidst the fragrance of rice flowers in July and August.
"Dear guests," the auction company's general manager said, coughing as he took the microphone. "We are honored to have Mr. Xiao Xingyu, a young scholar of ancient ceramics, ceramics appraisal expert, research consultant to the Palace Museum, former researcher at several museums in Britain and the United States, and descendant of our respected intangible cultural heritage inheritor Xiao Guotao, here today to bid on this secret color porcelain!"
At this moment, Zhang Moyan finally understood what Jin Xueyang meant by "666" just now. With so many titles, it's no wonder that this man exudes arrogance from head to toe.
"Teacher Xiao just returned from the United States today and was unable to attend our previous preview. Now, with the consent of the secret color porcelain collector and consultation with all the experts, Teacher Xiao is allowed to observe this secret color porcelain lotus brush washer on site for a few minutes. We hope everyone will understand and bear with us!"
Upon hearing this, the bidder who had bid 250 million jumped up indignantly, but was soon pushed back to his seat by his wife and children.
On the stage, the staff used a key to open the bulletproof glass cabinet.
Xiao Xingyu moved closer and took out a pair of silicone gloves from his trouser pocket. He put them on and began to look inside the glass cover.
The staff wanted to take the pen washer out of the glass cover, but Xiao Xingyu said something, probably saying it was not needed. The staff nodded and stepped aside with his hands down.
Junzhi bent down, and Xiao Xingyu picked up a handful of green things from the glass cabinet with both hands.
The moment he touched the porcelain, the careless expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious and solemn scrutiny.
Everyone shut their mouths spontaneously, and their eyes were drawn to the man named Xiao Xingyu.
He slowly turned the porcelain up and down, left and right. The square glass cabinets reflected the lighting from above the venue. Beams of carefully designed light shone on his angular face, reflecting a dazzling brilliance that was shocking and made people unable to take their eyes off it.
At this moment, time seemed to be stretched by an invisible hand, and every second was magnified. The general manager of the auction company was accompanying him, and his eyes had never looked at the porcelain, but were fixed on Xiao Xingyu.
About two minutes later, Xiao Xingyu gently put the pen washer back in its place and stood up.
"Teacher Xiao, after seeing the real thing, what do you think of this Lotus washbasin?" The general manager's voice resounded throughout the conference hall through the microphone.
The clever staff member immediately put the microphone to Xiao Xingyu's mouth.
If this lotus washbasin is certified by an expert, its value will surely be even higher.
"What do you think?" Xiao Xingyu paused and said, "Well, very good!"
It was a bit brief, but the auction company's general manager was still grinning from ear to ear. "Then please have Mr. Xiao take a seat at the auction table. You can raise your number plate and bid against the gentleman we just bid on."
Xiao Xingyu paused while taking off his gloves, and then he said, "No need, I won't join."
The entire scene was instantly frozen as if the pause button on the remote control had been pressed.
In the still picture, Xiao Xingyu seemed to be the only living thing. He walked from the center of the stage to the stairs with the wind, walked down the stage with light steps, and went straight to the door.
What's the meaning? !
Within a few seconds, the whole place was in an uproar.
Xiao Xingyu came in a hurry for the secret color porcelain, and he was determined to get it, but after he saw the real thing on the stage, he suddenly didn't want it anymore...
Even Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang, two outsiders, were wondering if he had noticed something wrong.
The general manager, staff, and auctioneer of the auction company were all stunned on the stage, and Xiao Xingyu was almost at the door.
This time he walked along the same aisle as Zhang Moyan. Seeing that he was about to get closer, Zhang Moyan grabbed the camera and prepared to take a picture.
"Stop!" A scolding voice erupted as the table was slammed: "You can't leave until you explain yourself clearly!"
Xiao Xingyu stopped and turned back.
He stopped one meter in front of Zhang Moyan, facing her sideways.
The whole audience fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Xiao Xingyu.
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