In the small private room, someone had already arrived first.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stopped. Ren Wanxuan was even more incredible, "Why did you arrive first?"

They had to go through a strict security check when entering the Baihu Auction House. They arrived early, but they had to wait for nearly two hours before they could get in. Who knew that as soon as they entered, they saw Bai Zian sitting by the window.

Bai Qian was memorizing words, pressing the screen of her phone carelessly with one hand. When she heard the voice, she tilted her head lazily, "Grandpa."

After a pause, he politely greeted Ren Qian again.

Didn't get up the whole time.

Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite look, and then looked at Ji Heng sitting like this. She couldn't help but sit next to Chen Zhu, narrowed her eyes, and slowly uttered two words: "Vulgar."

She is good at etiquette and has always looked down upon the Ji family's vulgar behavior.

Chen Zhu didn't say anything. The auction started on time at seven o'clock, and the first auction item was a rubellite.

The beautiful and elegant auctioneer displayed the rubellite in the glass equipment, "Collection-level rubellite, 106 carats, starting price is 2 million."

People who come here are not short of money, and the price will soon reach 3 million.

Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped. Next to him, the secretary-general pressed the bidding button, "3.5 million."

After finishing speaking, he explained with a smile: "Miss Wanxuan's birthday is coming soon, and Mr. Ren asked me to look at an item to celebrate her birthday."

While talking, he suddenly saw Bai Qian, and the secretary-general suddenly coughed and stopped talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were sitting next to each other. It was their first time at the auction house and they couldn't keep quiet. They were studying the things in the auction house. When they heard the secretary-general's voice, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you keep buying these? I haven’t worn the one I bought last time.”

The secretary-general smiled and said no more, "Of course I want it."

"700." A dull voice sounded from the third floor.

Hearing this voice, Bai Zian couldn't help but glance towards the third floor.

Why does it look so much like a paramecium?

The price was suddenly raised from 500 to 7 million.

7 million, which is not particularly expensive for a collection-level rubellite.

But it has exceeded the expectations of the Ren family. The Secretary-General looked at Ren Qian questioningly.

Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, no one will fight for the VIPs on the third floor."

The Ren family doesn't have the capital to compete with them.

The ruby ​​tourmaline was taken down by the third floor.

The auction items came one after another, but Bai Qian didn't pay any attention to it, and the box on the third floor didn't make any sound.

In the middle, Ren Qian took another picture of other calligraphy paintings.

Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat up straight and stared at the auction table.

Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

Half past nine.

The tall auctioneer wearing a Chinese-style dress smiled elegantly: "I know why everyone is here. Believe me, this final auction item will never disappoint you."

As she spoke, she reached out and opened the red cloth behind her back.

A carefully maintained framed calligraphy appeared in front of everyone. It was a wanton poem——

[The soul of the old general has returned to his home, and now he is drinking drunkenly.

The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the cold blood is difficult to cool.

Here we go on a different road and Qingying enters the temple.

The spear rises against the waves, and the pen tests its edge.

——"Changting·Send off the Army"]

There are not many words in this poem, but each word is urgent, dense and dense, straight and straight. The pen is penetrating into the wood three-thirds of the way, free and elegant, and each word jumps out on the paper, full of vitality and seems to have the temperature of life.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze: "Qingying enters the temple...it turns out that this is Liang Ti."

No one could feel the rush of life more than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seemed to be able to see the woman in white swiping her pen and ink freely, achieving success in one fell swoop.

"Because the font is in Liang style and the signature is Liang Zewen's private seal, we at the auction house thought it was Liang's own handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath. She pulled away from her emotions and said seriously, "Later, after historians' appraisal, this poem

It was written to Bai Chongyu by his sister when he was in the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the historical god general, won the title of Yuan in the fifteenth grade and Huiyuan in the eighteenth grade. After the death of his father, he gave up his writing and joined the army at the age of twenty, carrying a gun and going far away.

On the battlefield, his sister hoped that he could return home safely before writing in front of the palace. Later, because he did not come back, she wanted to throw away this calligraphy, but according to historical records, it was picked up by her teacher. It can be said that Liang Zewen left it for us

This is the only calligraphy painting, which is of great historical collection significance..."

The auctioneer was still talking carefully.

In the private room, Bai Lian rested his chin on the window sill, quietly looking at the almost yellowed framed lettering.

Authentic writings from thousands of years ago have been preserved to this day, and it seems that through the words one can glimpse the romance of thousands of years ago.

When hearing the starting price of 50 million: "..."

She looked a little too seriously, so much so that she didn't hear Ji Heng call her several times.

Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Qian. When he saw her dazed at the calligraphy, he smiled with surprise in his voice, "Classmate Bai, have you also done research on Liang Ti? How long do you think this calligraphy will eventually be photographed?

?”

After hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came back to her senses. She looked sideways at Bai Xian.

I don't understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Qian this question. This Ji family doesn't look like they know how to study Liang Ti.

Bai Qian tilted her head. She retracted her gaze from the framed words and lazily memorized the words again. "The handwriting of this painting is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it and her wrist strength was not trained enough. The starting price is too high."

"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was originally unhappy because Ren Qian valued Bai Qian so much. She came to the auction and invited the Ji family, but Bai Jian pretended to know everything. Now even Liang Zewen

The apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, half of the calligraphy community is her fans. Even if you practice such calligraphy for a hundred years, you will not be able to achieve one-tenth of it."
Chapter completed!