The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 120 Immovable (two more)

  The enamel donated by Shen Zhou finally sold for 1.5 million yuan.

Mrs. Shen curled her lips: "A broken bottle is worth one and a half million, so why not grab the money."

   shook his head very incomprehensibly.

  "Tang Dynasty golden Buddha statue, donated by Mr. Gutian, starting price of 500,000 yuan."

  Many people participated in the auction this round, most of them were ladies.

Mr. Gutian is a well-known domestic collector and a great philanthropist. His ancestor is a family of top hairpins and a wealth of talents. He has been a champion for three generations. He is a poet and heir to the generation of Mr. Gutian’s grandfather. He has gradually declined. In a special historical period, Grandpa Gutian donated all of his family's collections. For a while, the Gu clan has been respected since then and has become a legend in the antique industry.

  The things he donated are definitely treasures, so as soon as they shot together, everyone scrambled to bid.

  After a few rounds, the price bit two million.

  In fact, this is less than one-third of the price of this Buddha statue.

  Mrs. Shen came with a bit of spirit: "The wonderful thing is here, let us see who this Buddha statue has gone to."

  Shen Zhou raised the sign, "Three million."

  The audience was shocked, Shen Zhou shot!

  As far as wealth is concerned, almost no one in the room can match him. Isn't it self-defeating to make a bid with him?

  Jiang Chunlan smiled and held up a sign: "Five million."

  Fun, this big guy has also shot!

  Ding Jing glanced at Jiang Chunlan, Jiang Chunlan smiled and said, "After watching for a long time, I will give it to you."

  Ming Jing smiled and said, "Madam wants to have a heavy bleeding from Mr. Shen."

  Jiang Chunlan raised her eyebrows: "If you see through it, you don’t tell it. You are a wise man."

  Ming Jing covered her mouth and laughed.

   "It looks like Mr. Shen is out of luck today."

  Shen Zhou’s face did not change, and he raised his placard again: "Seven million."

  Jiang Chunlan: "Eight million."

  The quiet needle drop on the scene can be heard.

  Shen Zhou raised the sign again, casually as if to say what to eat tonight.

"Ten million."

   There was an uproar at the scene, and it turned out to be a sinking boat. In terms of wealth, no one can compare it.

  Jiang Chunlan put it down as soon as he sees it, put down the sign, and said with a smile: "Join in the fun, I won't win love."

  Joining in the excitement, Shenzhou made seven million more.

   Jiang Chunlan has the confidence to say such a thing.

  Time passed silently, Ming Jing glanced at the clock on the wall, and the hour hand quietly pointed to nine o'clock.

  The auction is coming to an end, and Shen Shaojian once again came to the stage to conclude that a total of 17.3 million donations were raised this time, thanks to Mr. Gu Tian and Mr. Shen Zhou.

  At this time, a young woman walked up to Jiang Chunlan and bends down respectfully: "Hello, Mrs. Jiang, I am President Zou’s secretary. President Zou invites you to meet in the tea room and explain to you about your porcelain daffodil basin."

  She used explanations instead of apologizing.

  Jiang Chunlan hooked her lips: "Your Chief Zou is pretty big, and you want me to see him in person."

  The secretary has excellent professional qualities, and he heard that, "Madam wait a minute."

  Two minutes later, Zou Dawei personally came forward, and in the eyes of everyone incomprehensible, he respectfully invited Jiang Chunlan away.

  But what impressed everyone was the beautiful girl next to her. Jiang Chunlan left, and she also left.

  The auction is over. Everyone has no scruples and started to talk. They are all wondering why Zou Dawei invited Jiang Chunlan to go? And what is the identity of the beautiful girl who is with Jiang Chunlan.

  Mrs. Shen quickly talked about what happened at Jiang Chunlan’s house in the afternoon, “Who knew that such a big auction house would also sell fakes. It’s a real laugh. If it weren’t for Miss Zhu’s glaring eyes, Mrs. Jiang would have been cheated to death.”

  Everyone was unbelievable after listening. The first is that the Jiade Group would do such a thing, which is a bit unexpected.

  The second one is that Miss Zhu, at a young age, even knows antiques. You must know that Mrs. Jiang must have been appraised by a professional appraiser when she came out of the Jade auction house. There is nothing wrong with this. What does this prove?

  Otherwise, this Miss Zhu is talking about her, or she is better than a professional appraiser.

  But how old is she, is she an adult?

Everyone thought it was a bit fake, and someone asked Gu Tian, ​​who was about to leave: "Mr. Gu Tian, ​​you are a master in the antiques industry. If it comes to the identification of antiques, you are the authoritative. Why don't you go and check it out? You can be considered as helping Mrs. Jiang. What does a sixteen-year-old girl know, don't Mrs. Jiang also be deceived by her."

  Gutian couldn’t laugh or cry. Everyone said this. He had to help if he didn’t help. Otherwise, it would be passed to Mrs. Jiang in the future. Would he think he didn’t help on purpose? This is not very good.

  In addition, he was also quite curious, did the little girl have two brushes or came out to cheat.

  Gutian said: "Ms. Jiang, Mrs. Zou invited, I went so rashly, it’s not good..."

  Mrs. Shen rolled her eyes, everyone is not too big to watch the excitement, and all of them look down on Miss Zhu, and slap your faces later.

  She can now be said to be blindly self-confident to Der Spiegel.

  If you want to say a reason, it may be from instinct.

  For so many years, her instinct has never been wrong.

  Ms. Gu smiled and said, “What’s the matter, we all accompany you to go with you. Mr. Gutian is an authority in the industry. With you, it is estimated that the Jiade Group can’t ask for it.”

  "Yes, yes, we will go with Mr. Gutian."

Shen Zhou glanced at Shen Ke, and Shen Ke smiled and shook his head: "I really didn't know that Miss Zhu would still identify antiques. There are so many mysteries on her, but don’t worry, Mr. Zhu has a calm temper and doesn’t know how to do it. Something to grasp."

  "Go and remind Gutian to stop talking nonsense."

  "The Jiade Group..." Shen Ke felt a little tricky.

  A trace of contempt flashed through Shen Zhou's eyes: "Reluctantly to buy it."

  Shen Ke was stunned, well, you have great wealth.

  The corners of Chen Zhou’s mouth curled up, "Do you think Ming Spiegel would like this gift?"

  Shen Ke felt that things were going wrong, so he scratched his head, "Maybe, probably, maybe I like it?"

  10 million after all.

  Walking out of the hall and leaving the soundproof wall, the screams in the distance seemed to come from the horizon, wave after wave.

  Jiang Chunlan glanced at the direction of the concert and said with emotion: "It's nice to be young."

  Ming Jing walked calmly beside Jiang Chunlan, and the voice-activated light above her head went all the way, lighting up one after another.

  A gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing the girl's white skirt, wrapped in hot screams and heat, and rushed toward her face.

  The light fell from the top of the head, the light in the mirror was light, and the thick and long eyelashes cast a blue shadow under the eyelids.

  Scream and applause coexist in the distance, and the teenager is on the stage, attracting everyone's attention.

  And she walked calmly in the dark night, the light could not illuminate the road under her feet.

  Her way, from beginning to end, in my heart.

  If the heart is not moved, people will not move rashly.

  ——

  The concert is coming to an end, but Qu Feitai’s new song hasn’t been announced yet.

  And everyone noticed that the original ST girl group’s performance was also gone.

  The audience was immersed in the singing and abdominal muscles of Qufeitai, but the ones who guarded the live broadcast were much more sensitive.

  ——Is the ST girl group kicked out of the concert?

  ——According to the on-site staff, the ST girl group had to take ten minutes to perform, which angered Qushen, and expelled them from the concert. The Qushen who really said this was handsome at the time.

——Wow, that’s so cool, Su Lin, the old witch, sticks to Qushen and **** blood every day. Now it’s alright. It annoys Qushen. I can imagine that she jumped with anger when she heard Qushen’s words. His face, haha.

  -There is something more excessive, forget it, watch the Qushen concert with peace of mind, and settle accounts with them later, Qushen’s new song should be the finale.

  "Here is here, Qushen’s new song is here." Tao Xingxing dried his lipstick and licked his dry lips.

  Although his throat is smoking, the passion in my heart is still indelible.

   is worthy of being the **** of music, singing and dancing are absolutely perfect, the live experience is definitely 10,000 times more refreshing than watching the live broadcast on the Internet.

  A beam of white light hits, and the boy walked out with his guitar on his back.

   "Ah ah ah~." The screams are endless, this is the finale of tonight.

  My Qushen guitarist is the king. Do you still remember the boy who sang while holding the guitar four years ago? That was the beginning of the legend of Qushen.

The boy wears a black overalls, his belt outlines a slender waist that makes a woman ashamed, and his generous shoulders make people feel safe. A pair of sky-defying legs makes blood spurt. The boy’s feet are screaming with boots Come closer.

On the big screen broadcast next to   , the teenager's short hair is crisp and neat, and the makeup on his face is also removed.

  In this world, there is no boy with brighter eyes than his.

  Clean and pure, deep and charming.

  He said in a magnetic and gentle voice: "I will sing this song for you."

  (End of this chapter)