Chapter 62 [014] Antique Auction (1)

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The auction was held in the only star-rated hotel exhibition hall in City A. The organizer was a Hong Kong antique dealer. In addition to the real antique lovers and merchants at home and abroad, there were many prominent people in the city and even the province who could come to the auction. , so the city government attaches great importance to it, and has used a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange and guard the scene.

Those who entered and exited the venue were indeed men in suits and leather shoes, and women in costumes, as if they were going to participate in the grand event.

Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to tie up interest circles.

Because of his noble and honest character and extremely high appraisal level, Song Xuan has an extremely high reputation in city A and even in the antique industry in the province. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came to greet him.

Song Xuan was neither humble nor arrogant, nodding his head in greeting, always with a warm smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze.

Yang Zimei, who was following him, naturally attracted the attention of many people.

In this grand gathering of splendid ladies and daughters, Yang Zimei is not very beautiful, and she is young, and she is not as charming and sexy as a mature woman, but she is fresh and graceful. , is quite eye-catching, especially standing next to Song Xuan who has never had an affair with any woman.

One is mature and elegant, the other is graceful and charming, both of them have a very classical temperament. If it weren't for the slightly larger age gap, standing together would be as beautiful and warm as a painting.

"Mr. Song, this is..."

Murong Yunqing, the owner of Yushixuan who was close to Song Xuan, couldn't help but ask.

"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a light smile, then turned to introduce Yang Zimei, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong from Yushixuan."

"Hello, Mr. Murong!"

Yang Zimei said hello politely and politely.

As for Murong Yunqing, Yang Zimei, who had been in the streets and alleys in the last life, naturally knows that, it is said that Murong Yunqing started with a stone that day, and gambling stones solved the sky-high price glass species of emperor green, so he founded Yushixuan, which is rich in capital. In addition, it is also said that He has an underworld background, and neither black nor white dared to touch him.

"The female disciple who entered the room? Not bad." Murong Yunqing's tone was a bit teasing, but his eyes were clear and straight, and he didn't mean to be narrow and wretched. Yang Zimei didn't mind.

"A female disciple who entered the room? Hehe, Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to be such a serious gentleman, but you can be so good." A slightly high-pitched voice interjected. It was Yang Jianming, the only son of Yang Dejie, the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. His hair was smeared with hair wax. It was glossy, sprayed with a slightly choking cologne, the shirt inside the suit was deliberately unbuttoned two buttons, and in his arms was a heavy makeup woman in a red dress with suspenders and a low cut, a pair of promiscuous peach blossoms. His eyes kept poking around on Yang Zimei's body.

When Yang Zimei saw him, he felt disgusted as if he had eaten a fly, and his black eyes were slightly cold.

There was a hint of displeasure on Song Xuan's warm face, and he said in a deep voice, "Young Master Yang, please respect yourself and speak carefully."

"Ah!"

The corners of Yang Jianming's mouth slanted, and he sneered, "What do I have to do with self-respect? It's Mr. Song who needs self-respect, right? This little sister looks like she is about fifteen years old, Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding me. You, along with minors, are to be sentenced."

"you you……"

In addition to antiques, Song Xuan has always been bad at arguing with others, especially rogues. He only blushed with anger, and was worried that Yang Zimei would be hurt, so he felt even more nervous, and his tongue tied into a knot, saying no. speak out.

Yang Zimei reached out and patted the back of his hand, motioning him to calm down, and he didn't mind what Yang Jianming said.

Song Xuan looked at her eyes that were so dark that he could not see a trace of waves, and suddenly a stable force was born, and the excited mood slowly calmed down.

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