Du Ruo handed over a hundred yuan, and the stall owner casually stuffed the money into his pocket. He found a torn woven bag from behind him and stuffed the stuff into it, muttering, "This thing is quite heavy."
Du Ruo twitched his lips and stuffed the paperweight and snuff bottle in his hand into the bag, intending to carry them together.
The stall owner looked at it with a frown, "No, my lady, this thing you have is not cheap, is it? You just stuff it into this tattered cassock like that? Aren't you afraid it will break?"
Du Ruo said seriously, "How soft is the cassock? It can also prevent them from breaking when they fall."
The stall owner was delighted when he heard this. Not only did it make sense, but he felt a little annoyed when he saw such an expensive item being placed on that tattered robe.
Du Ruo smiled meaningfully. It was hard to say which of these three things was not worthy of whom!
Du Ruo was wandering around the antique street carrying a torn woven bag. It looked so out of place for a fashionable woman like her to be carrying a dirty and torn plastic woven bag.
When he reached the end of the antique street, Du Ruo planned to turn a corner and go through the small alley in front to the bus stop.
As soon as I turned the corner, two people surrounded me. They didn't look like good people. One of them said in a strange tone, "Stay away from our president from now on. I'll teach you a lesson this time."
The man was about to attack, but Du Ruo didn't move. As she expected, two men in sportswear jumped out from behind her. They were obviously martial artists. They beat the man away with just a few punches and kicks. They turned around and wanted to leave.
Du Ruo said leisurely, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Yuan. Please convey my gratitude to Mr. Yuan for me."
The tall bodyguard nodded and turned away.
Du Ruo stared at the horizon, her suspicions confirmed. Instead, she felt even more helpless. What was going on between her and Yuan Tingchuan? What exactly did the boss mean?
Du Ruo took the cell phone in his hand and wanted to dial a phone number. He paused on the button for a long time and finally gave up.
Let’s not talk about Yuan Tingchuan first, let’s just talk about Sato from Country R. He is such a piece of shit. It is natural for him to bid at an auction. Does he need revenge for this as well?
Sure enough, he is not a good person. Du Ruo tapped his chin lightly with the mobile phone in his hand. Could it be that this little guy knew that he had offended him in his previous life?
That's impossible. If this little guy knew about her past life, he would definitely want to kill her. Du Ruo knew how obsessed Mr. Sato was with that national treasure-level saber. In his opinion, what she and Ling Yun did was probably more serious than digging up his family's ancestral grave.
Du Ruo walked forward carrying the woven bag, complaining in his heart that even if the ancestral graves were dug up, it was no big deal. They were the ones who started it first, so they deserved it.
When Du Ruo returned to the hotel, the auction house staff had already arrived and personally delivered the items to her room. They said to her, "Mr. Yuan asked me to ask President Du if we could escort the items home for you."
Du Ruo smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yuan. It's not necessary for now."
Seeing her refusal, the auctioneer nodded and left.
Du Ruohua came to the door, excitedly opened the box, and took out the Yuanji blue-glazed plum vase with cloud and dragon pattern, carefully holding the bottom of the bottle.
This is a plum vase produced in Jingdezhen during the Yuan Dynasty. The entire vase is blue, with a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws holding a precious pearl in its mouth. The glaze color is pure and the craftsmanship is exquisite.
According to legend, a man from country F offered 1 billion to buy this plum vase, but ultimately failed to get it.
Looking at the plum vase on the table, Du Ruo was overjoyed. Such a work of art was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat faster.
After putting away the plum vase, she took a look at her torn woven bag. To be honest, this thing was indeed very valuable, but she really didn't want to open it.
Just leave it there. Wait until Lingyun comes back.
Du Ruo took a shower and lay on the bed thinking about what happened during the day. She reached out and touched the mobile phone on the table, and finally dialed it.
"I'm Yuan Tingchuan." The man's voice was the same as always, deep with a hint of imperceptible arrogance.
Du Ruo remained silent. She felt a little regretful and was about to hang up when Yuan Tingchuan's voice rang out again on the line: "Yes, Ruoruo?"
Du Ruo bit her lip but remained silent.
Yuan Tingchuan was half-leaning on the sofa, his shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows. One hand held the phone, the other resting on the edge of the table, a cigarette tucked between his index and middle fingers. His deep gaze lingered on the smoke from his fingertips as he spoke softly, "What's up? Ruoruo called to settle a score with me?"
Du Ruo steadied his breathing and said, "Let them go back."
Yuan Tingchuan's deep, magnetic voice flowed slowly: "I've been a little busy recently, so we'll talk about some things later. Be good, I'll be over after I'm done with this."
Du Ruo was furious: "Yuan Tingchuan, don't you understand what I'm saying? Get your people out of here!"
Yuan Tingchuan stretched out his arm and flicked the ashes into the ashtray twice, saying calmly, "The last time someone joked with me like this, the grass on their grave was three feet high.
However, I won't bother with you about that matter. I just thought it was my woman acting coquettishly with me. Ruoruo, today I'm giving you one chance to deny what I said. I'm listening."
Du Ruo's heart began to beat wildly. There was no anger in Yuan Tingchuan's words, and they could even be described as gentle. However, the cold sweat on her forehead gradually soaked her hair, and a cold wind blew from behind. She wanted to say, I am not your woman, but she couldn't open her mouth.
Yuan Tingchuan's voice seemed far and near in the receiver: "I'm listening." He reached out and crushed the cigarette butt on his fingertips, flicked his fingers and threw it away, then leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, his face expressionless, his eyes lowered as he waited.
Du Ruo hung up the phone directly. She really wanted to curse, but when she thought of the bloody hole on Secretary Wei's head, her heart trembled. In the end, she gave in and did not dare to anger Boss Yuan.
To be honest, she is indeed a little afraid of Yuan Tingchuan now. Thinking of her decision to pull out a tooth from the tiger's mouth, she still feels a chill on her back. This is probably the most thrilling thing she has ever done in her life. It is true that ignorance is fearless.
If time could go back, the first person she met was not Yuan Tingchuan, the noble young man from a famous family, but the man in the jungle holding a pistol and exuding a barbaric aura. She would never dare to take any risks, and she really didn't dare to jump into the tiger's mouth again.
She could just follow him, it wouldn't be a big deal anyway. On the bright side, the bodyguards were paid for by the boss, so she was getting a great deal.
Ling Yun returned to the hotel exhausted on the third night. He slept soundly until the end of time. It was not until noon the next day that he opened Du Ruo's door.
Du Ruo saw that he was still in a bad mood. Ling Yun was curled up on the sofa next to Du Ruo, looking listless.
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