"Sun Xinyuan." Song Tingwan looked up at her, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Your mouth is for speaking, not for yelling. If you can't speak, just keep it closed."
Sun Xinyuan was mad, "My last name is not Sun, it's Song!"
"Oh." Song Tingwan responded coldly and turned away.
Sun Xinyuan followed beside him, no longer pretending, "Song Tingwan, this auction in Sifang City is quite large, and ordinary people can't get in. But you... after leaving the Song family, it will be extremely difficult for you to enter such an occasion again. Why don't you beg me, and I will consider taking you in?"
Song Tingwan just felt it was noisy and quickened his pace.
Seeing this, Sun Xinyuan followed closer, "Song Tingwan, aren't you curious about why I came here today?"
Song Tingwan couldn't stand her anymore, "This has nothing to do with me."
"Humph." Sun Xinyuan looked smug. "Today's auction item includes a jade pendant. My brother saw that I liked it, so he brought me here and said he wanted to buy it for me! Oh, I wonder what my brother's reaction will be when he sees you later?"
When mentioning his brother, Song Tingwan paused, feeling a little sad.
Song Jia is a good brother. He always responded to her requests. Even if her request was unreasonable, he would never refuse.
But now, he has become someone else's brother.
Sun Xinyuan knew that Song's parents and Song Jia were a thorn in Song Tingwan's heart. Any casual words from them could hurt her badly.
Sun Xinyuan stood still, watching Song Tingwan walk quickly towards the reception area, her eyes full of sarcasm:
Oh, Song Tingwan, didn’t she just hear that Brother Si Nian would come to attend this auction, so she followed him here happily? She wanted to see how a poor girl with no money could enter the auction without an invitation!
Sun Xinyuan was imagining the scene of Song Tingwan being kicked out by the reception staff, but the next second, she saw her take out a black and gold invitation!
That's an invitation letter that only high-ranking VIPs can receive!
The Song family doesn’t have any!
Sun Xinyuan's face was filled with disbelief, her fingers tightly twisted together, "How is this possible! There must be something wrong!"
"What's wrong, Xinyuan? What's the problem?"
A gentle voice sounded, and Sun Xinyuan instantly came back to her senses. She turned around to look at the person who came and smiled. "Brother Jia, it's nothing. I just saw someone who looked familiar. Maybe I was mistaken."
Sun Xinyuan stepped forward and took his arm, saying coquettishly, "Brother, let's go in. The auction will start soon."
The moment Sun Xinyuan's hand climbed up, Song Jia frowned slightly, but didn't say much and took her into the venue.
As soon as Song Tingwan entered the venue, she received a message from Lu Zhou:
Come to the lounge on the second floor.
lounge?
Why go to the lounge?
Song Tingwan went up to the second floor with doubts in her mind. She didn't need to look for the lounge because Lu Zhou was waiting for her at the door.
Song Tingwan stepped forward and asked, "What's going on? Isn't the auction about to start?"
Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I'll take you to meet an elder who is also a famous collector in the industry."
Collect everyone?
There was no reason for Song Tingwan to refuse. After all, she might really have to step into this circle in the future, and it would be a good thing to accumulate some connections.
As soon as the door was opened, two old men were seen sitting on the sofa. Both were wearing Tang suits, and one of them was leaning on his crutches with his hands folded.
One of them was Li Jinxiang. Song Tingwan walked up to him and called him "Grandpa Li".
As for the other one on crutches...
Isn't he her best friend Ye Ranran's grandfather? !
What a coincidence?
Li Jinxiang smiled and said, "Girl, let me introduce you. This is Grandpa Ye who bought your ink stick last time."
"Old Ye, she is the girl I told you about who owns the old things from Daqing."
Ye Qingshan nodded at her, his eyes full of inquiry, "I didn't expect that the ancient ink was from such a young collector."
"Mr. Ye, you are exaggerating. These are just things left by an old man in my family. I can't be called a collector. I don't really understand these things."
Seeing that Ye Qingshan didn't seem to recognize her, Song Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want her misfortune to be used as a topic of conversation by too many people.
That's right. She and Ye Ranran were good friends in the past, but she had only met her grandfather when she was a child. So many years have passed and she has changed a lot, so she probably won't be recognized.
But she could never get over the hurdle in her heart and didn't feel comfortable disturbing Ranran.
I haven't contacted her for a long time and I don't know if she has returned to her country.
Li Jinxiang took out the auction booklet and turned to the last page. He pointed to the porcelain vase on it and said, "Old Ye, do you see this vase? It must be at least two thousand years old. It also belonged to this girl."
"I estimate that this bottle will be sold for at least this much." As he said this, Li Jinxiang stretched out his finger and pointed to two.
"Oh?" Ye Qingshan took the booklet and looked at it carefully. "Look at the pictures in the inner circle. Could it be green-glazed porcelain?"
"Hahahaha, Old Ye, your eyesight is still as good as it was back then."
Ye Qingshan closed the booklet and asked Song Tingwan to sit down. "Girl, come and sit down. Tell me about your green-glazed porcelain. Is it also a family heirloom?"
Watching them chatting happily, Lu Zhou, who had been ignored the entire time, said: "..."
The auction was about to begin. Song Tingwan and Lu Zhou said goodbye to their two elders and were in a good mood when they left the lounge.
We just talked about the development history of ink. Ye Qingshan seemed to know a lot about it. He spoke eloquently and his words were very interesting. Even Song Tingwan, who knew nothing about ink, was fascinated by his talk.
Lu Zhou took Song Tingwan to the front row VIP seats and left. He still had to go backstage to arrange some things.
Not long after Song Tingwan sat down, the auction began.
The auctioneer was wearing an indigo embroidered cheongsam, her long hair was tied up in a bun behind her head, and she had a pearl earring on each earlobe. She had a decent smile on her face, and she looked refined, elegant and calm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, hello! Welcome to this auction."
"I'm Lan Ling, a nationally registered auctioneer. I'll be hosting today's auction. I hope it brings you good luck."
The first lot to be auctioned is a pair of yellow-glazed bowls with a starting price of 40,000.
Bidders continued to bid.
Song Tingwan was not very interested in these, but she watched patiently.
It wasn't until a familiar jade pendant appeared on the big screen that Song Tingwan suddenly became alert.
This is her first lot of the day.
"Next is lot 016, a pendant exquisitely carved from Hetian jade. It's pure and flawless, and very old. The market valuation is between 1.1 million and 1.3 million. The starting price is 650,000, and the bidding range is 100,000."
"Who will be the first to bid 650,000?"
People gradually raised their bids, raising the price to 950,000.
"1.2 million!"
This sound...
Sun Xinyuan?
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