Chapter 2229
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Manager Lou's scalp was numb and his face swelled like an eggplant. After a little hesitation, he picked up the worn leather shoes in public and sent them to Wan Ziliang. He bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wan, your adult has a lot."
There are too many slaves at the foot of money. Manager Lou is definitely the first.
Wan Ziliang put on his leather shoes, pulled La Sutong and motioned her not to investigate again. It was humiliating enough. Manager Lou also breathed a sigh of relief. This pass is over.
Suddenly, He Ying's voice suddenly sounded behind manager Lou: "Oh, a little hick, disgraced, has become an uncle."
Wan Ziliang's eyes jumped wildly and knew that He Ying was coming for himself.
"He Ying, keep your mouth clean." Su Tong pointed to He Ying angrily.
As soon as the voice came out, the whole venue was quiet. For a moment, they became the focus of the venue.
"Miss Su, am I wrong?" He Ying came out from behind manager Lou and said, "I know you love this little wolf dog, but I'm also honest, isn't it wrong?"
"You..." Su Tong blushed and was about to fight back, but wan Ziliang held him.
"I investigated you, Wan Ziliang, isn't it? A little policeman who takes pictures of the dead." He Ying turned to Wan Ziliang, sneered, and spittle almost sprayed on his face. "Little red man, you can only hide behind a woman. A toad wants to eat swan meat and wants to climb Miss Su's high branch. You don't pee and look in the mirror. Do you deserve it?"
The faces of all the guests changed slightly. They were surprised at Wan Ziliang's identity and looked at him strangely.
People's eyes were like a fire. They roasted Wan Ziliang on the fire. His face became more and more pale and his teeth cackled. The deepest scar in his heart and the reality he was most unwilling to face were torn open in front of so many people.
He Ying is right. He is a toad. He is not worthy of "little Phoenix" and will never be worthy of it.
Su Tong, with a pretty face like frost, stood in front of Wan Ziliang, scolded He Ying and said, "what are you if you don't spell your father?"
"Tut Tut, Miss Su, you are half as good as me. Don't tell anyone." He Ying's face suddenly changed, especially when she saw her beloved Su Tong coming out for WAN Ziliang. She was even more angry and said without hesitation, "it's you who are with this wild boy behind your family's back. You're not afraid to ruin the style of your Su family? I'm really sorry for Dong su. I have a shameless daughter like you, poor."
He Ying's words were vicious and mean. She forgot her admiration for Su Tong and had no dignity. All the guests who knew them whispered.
"The son of vice mayor he, you can't speak very well."
"Tut Tut, there are rich families on both sides. It's a lot of resentment to quarrel on this occasion."
"I'm more curious about the young man. He Ying was so targeted at him that he could resist it."
……
At this moment, everyone's eyes focused on WAN Ziliang again, like Mount Tai pressing on his head.
Wan Ziliang instinctively wanted to shrink back, but reason told him that he couldn't retreat at this time. He wiped the saliva on his face, raised his head and chest, looked at He Ying flat, and said in a loud voice, "even if I am a toad, I can do well and do well. I'm worthy of my heart. It's Mr. He who spit Fenfang. Your tutoring can be seen."
Wan Ziliang didn't bring a dirty word, but the words poked his heart. The words "fragrance" and "tutor" correspond to He Ying's words, which are ironic.
"It's not over today. You wait for me." He Ying knew that he must have suffered a loss and left the meeting bitterly.
When the auction started today, Mr. Lu, the auctioneer, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said helplessly, "cough, everyone, it's time for appreciation. Please return to your position and we'll start the auction right away."
Wan Ziliang and Su Tong, who were pale, had just returned to the private room and sat down. The bidding had already started. Someone took the lead in bidding and said, "I'll offer 500000."
Hearing this offer, Wan Ziliang, who was in low spirits, was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. The unexpected reckless move just now almost made him bankrupt, and his mind echoed with the offer of 500000.
Seeing Wan Ziliang's silence, Su Tong couldn't help wondering, "don't you want to buy this incense burner for Xiao Anzi?"
Wan Ziliang showed a wry smile: "I can't afford it."
That's 500000. He didn't eat or drink for three years and couldn't earn so much money. He was worried about his sleep and food for a broken mobile phone. People threw a lot of money for a incense burner without hesitation. In contrast, He Ying was right. He was a poor man. Before it was ridiculous, he even wanted to bid... The gap between people is really bigger than that between people and pigs.
Su Tong saw his mind and smiled, "I'll take it for you."
"Please, leave me some dignity." Wan Ziliang lowered his head so that Su Tong could not see his eyes full of inferiority.
"I'm going to shoot you." Su Tong insisted on picking up the microphone and quoting, "one million!"
There was a moment of silence in the venue. Everyone knew that Su Tong was recovering her face and that she was rich and powerful, so they wanted to give in. But the more it is, the more uncomfortable and tangled Wan Ziliang is, like being eaten by thousands of ants.
"Pa! The copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove on Lot 1 belongs to Miss Su."
Mr. Lu knocked down the auction hammer and officially awarded the copper Elephant Ear Xuande furnace on the stage to Su Tong, waiting for the handover procedures.
Wan Ziliang wanted to stop it, but he was unable to do it. He knew that Su Tong's self and willfulness were more and more counterproductive. He could only sigh.
The subsequent auction will normally move forward, but only those collectors and heirs of all Feng Shui sects will participate in the auction. They are tacitly silent, waiting for the long hidden "Qing Bao Jing" to appear again.
Wan Ziliang, who was depressed, kept his head down and was in a myriad of emotions. Su Tong accompanied him and didn't disturb him. He just waited for him to finish the formalities quickly and give the copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove to Wan Ziliang to make him happy.
"The following is the ninth auction, which is also the last item today. It is also the dream treasure of all guests present. Please see, this is the unique ancient book" Qingbao Jing "which has been hidden for a long time."
Under the auspices of Mr. Lu, the finale of the "green capsule Sutra" was invited to the auction table by the staff. It was an ancient book with a length of about 30 cm and a width of about 17 cm, a grand opening and a royal majesty and boldness of vision.
As soon as the green bag Sutra appeared, all the descendants of Feng Shui sect were in great spirits, leaning forward and stretching their necks in an attempt to see more details.
Yang Junsong in private room 9 couldn't help standing up and went to the French window to see more clearly.
Guo Huai in private room 1 is even more fiery. His undulating chest can be seen from a long distance.
Mr. Lu walked up to the green bag Sutra, Xu Xu said: "all the friends who know about it know that" Qingbao Jing "is one of the three great masters in the early Han Dynasty. Zhang Liang, who was waiting for him, got the book from the Duke of Huangshi. After he got the book, he helped Liu Bang defeat Xiang Yu and create the world of the Han family for 400 years. Guo pudezhi in the Jin Dynasty wrote" funeral book ", which was obtained by Yang Junsong in the Tang Dynasty, including" Austrian language "and" Tianyu ". Later, after the war, the" Qingbao Jing " Originally lost, Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty got a half volume to help Zhu Yuanzhang expel Hu Lu, restore China and create the rivers and mountains of the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty. "
The whole auction venue was silent and the dropping of needles could be heard.
"As we all know, Zhu Yuanzhang is suspicious and kills meritorious officials indiscriminately. In order to protect himself, Liu Bowen handed in half a volume of the green bag Sutra. Since then, the green bag Sutra has been hidden in the imperial palace for 600 years. Although the green bag Sutra circulated now has the name of three volumes, it is only its general outline." Slow down, Mr. Lu looked around and continued, "A hundred years ago, the Allied forces of the eight powers invaded China, burned the Old Summer Palace twice, and robbed countless precious ancient books. Among them, the green bag Sutra stood out and fell into the hands of the Japanese aggressors. Time flies. More than a hundred years later, our company inquired in many ways and made several purchases. Only then did we return this half volume of Tianshu. Today, we took out the auction and sold it. I hope it can meet the Ming Lord and benefit the common people."
This is the first time that Mr. Lu has explained the origin of an object so clearly that the guests here are not impatient, but listen with interest. Rao is wan Ziliang in a sour mood. He can't help but look up and think that the Qing Bao Jing is so powerful?
Mr. Lu went to the auction table, pointed to the book clothes and continued to introduce: "this book was once hidden in the imperial palace. It has a royal atmosphere. First, the book clothes are hard mounted on multi-layer rice paper and wrapped with yellow silk. It can be seen that the royal government is serious about it. Secondly, the book leaves are made of high-grade bark paper, which has a faint leaf aroma, beautiful and atmospheric. There are 50 pages in total."
Speaking of this, Mr. Lu opened his book clothes, showed the contents of the first page, and continued: "the whole volume of Qingbao Jing is written with Zhu and ink pen. Zhu pen is used to draw the boundary line of the sidebar, and ink pen is used to write the title and text. The whole is dignified and beautiful, and Zhu ink is brilliant. The content of the first page is the general outline of Qingbao Jing. I believe everyone here is familiar with it."
Wan Ziliang followed his reputation and saw the first page of the green bag Sutra from the LCD screen in the private room. It was written in the style of Pavilion: Heaven and earth are inferior, Yang and Yin are coupled, one or six are in common, two or seven are in the same way, three or eight are friends, four or nine are friends, fifty are in the same way, close and strange coupling, five trillion is generated, the popularity is all the time, eight body flood cloth, children and mothers are distributed
Wan Ziliang knows these words, but when they are combined together, they don't know the meaning. Angie Sheng also has a "Qingbao Jing" in his hand. He has read it. The opening language is the above words, but compared with Angie Sheng's "Qingbao Jing", it can't be fake any more.
After introducing the origin of "Qingbao Jing", Mr. Lu announced loudly: "what is the value of this book? Your guests know better than me. The old rules. Here is the appreciation time. You can come up and watch it by yourself."
As the voice fell, all the heirs of Feng Shui sects swarmed onto the auction platform, greedily staring at the green capsule Sutra, looking up and down, talking about it one after another, and determining its true and false origin.
Yang Junsong and Guo Huai looked at each other across the air, the tip of the needle to the wheat awn.
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Manager Lou's scalp was numb and his face swelled like an eggplant. After a little hesitation, he picked up the worn leather shoes in public and sent them to Wan Ziliang. He bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wan, your adult has a lot."
There are too many slaves at the foot of money. Manager Lou is definitely the first.
Wan Ziliang put on his leather shoes, pulled La Sutong and motioned her not to investigate again. It was humiliating enough. Manager Lou also breathed a sigh of relief. This pass is over.
Suddenly, He Ying's voice suddenly sounded behind manager Lou: "Oh, a little hick, disgraced, has become an uncle."
Wan Ziliang's eyes jumped wildly and knew that He Ying was coming for himself.
"He Ying, keep your mouth clean." Su Tong pointed to He Ying angrily.
As soon as the voice came out, the whole venue was quiet. For a moment, they became the focus of the venue.
"Miss Su, am I wrong?" He Ying came out from behind manager Lou and said, "I know you love this little wolf dog, but I'm also honest, isn't it wrong?"
"You..." Su Tong blushed and was about to fight back, but wan Ziliang held him.
"I investigated you, Wan Ziliang, isn't it? A little policeman who takes pictures of the dead." He Ying turned to Wan Ziliang, sneered, and spittle almost sprayed on his face. "Little red man, you can only hide behind a woman. A toad wants to eat swan meat and wants to climb Miss Su's high branch. You don't pee and look in the mirror. Do you deserve it?"
The faces of all the guests changed slightly. They were surprised at Wan Ziliang's identity and looked at him strangely.
People's eyes were like a fire. They roasted Wan Ziliang on the fire. His face became more and more pale and his teeth cackled. The deepest scar in his heart and the reality he was most unwilling to face were torn open in front of so many people.
He Ying is right. He is a toad. He is not worthy of "little Phoenix" and will never be worthy of it.
Su Tong, with a pretty face like frost, stood in front of Wan Ziliang, scolded He Ying and said, "what are you if you don't spell your father?"
"Tut Tut, Miss Su, you are half as good as me. Don't tell anyone." He Ying's face suddenly changed, especially when she saw her beloved Su Tong coming out for WAN Ziliang. She was even more angry and said without hesitation, "it's you who are with this wild boy behind your family's back. You're not afraid to ruin the style of your Su family? I'm really sorry for Dong su. I have a shameless daughter like you, poor."
He Ying's words were vicious and mean. She forgot her admiration for Su Tong and had no dignity. All the guests who knew them whispered.
"The son of vice mayor he, you can't speak very well."
"Tut Tut, there are rich families on both sides. It's a lot of resentment to quarrel on this occasion."
"I'm more curious about the young man. He Ying was so targeted at him that he could resist it."
……
At this moment, everyone's eyes focused on WAN Ziliang again, like Mount Tai pressing on his head.
Wan Ziliang instinctively wanted to shrink back, but reason told him that he couldn't retreat at this time. He wiped the saliva on his face, raised his head and chest, looked at He Ying flat, and said in a loud voice, "even if I am a toad, I can do well and do well. I'm worthy of my heart. It's Mr. He who spit Fenfang. Your tutoring can be seen."
Wan Ziliang didn't bring a dirty word, but the words poked his heart. The words "fragrance" and "tutor" correspond to He Ying's words, which are ironic.
"It's not over today. You wait for me." He Ying knew that he must have suffered a loss and left the meeting bitterly.
When the auction started today, Mr. Lu, the auctioneer, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said helplessly, "cough, everyone, it's time for appreciation. Please return to your position and we'll start the auction right away."
Wan Ziliang and Su Tong, who were pale, had just returned to the private room and sat down. The bidding had already started. Someone took the lead in bidding and said, "I'll offer 500000."
Hearing this offer, Wan Ziliang, who was in low spirits, was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. The unexpected reckless move just now almost made him bankrupt, and his mind echoed with the offer of 500000.
Seeing Wan Ziliang's silence, Su Tong couldn't help wondering, "don't you want to buy this incense burner for Xiao Anzi?"
Wan Ziliang showed a wry smile: "I can't afford it."
That's 500000. He didn't eat or drink for three years and couldn't earn so much money. He was worried about his sleep and food for a broken mobile phone. People threw a lot of money for a incense burner without hesitation. In contrast, He Ying was right. He was a poor man. Before it was ridiculous, he even wanted to bid... The gap between people is really bigger than that between people and pigs.
Su Tong saw his mind and smiled, "I'll take it for you."
"Please, leave me some dignity." Wan Ziliang lowered his head so that Su Tong could not see his eyes full of inferiority.
"I'm going to shoot you." Su Tong insisted on picking up the microphone and quoting, "one million!"
There was a moment of silence in the venue. Everyone knew that Su Tong was recovering her face and that she was rich and powerful, so they wanted to give in. But the more it is, the more uncomfortable and tangled Wan Ziliang is, like being eaten by thousands of ants.
"Pa! The copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove on Lot 1 belongs to Miss Su."
Mr. Lu knocked down the auction hammer and officially awarded the copper Elephant Ear Xuande furnace on the stage to Su Tong, waiting for the handover procedures.
Wan Ziliang wanted to stop it, but he was unable to do it. He knew that Su Tong's self and willfulness were more and more counterproductive. He could only sigh.
The subsequent auction will normally move forward, but only those collectors and heirs of all Feng Shui sects will participate in the auction. They are tacitly silent, waiting for the long hidden "Qing Bao Jing" to appear again.
Wan Ziliang, who was depressed, kept his head down and was in a myriad of emotions. Su Tong accompanied him and didn't disturb him. He just waited for him to finish the formalities quickly and give the copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove to Wan Ziliang to make him happy.
"The following is the ninth auction, which is also the last item today. It is also the dream treasure of all guests present. Please see, this is the unique ancient book" Qingbao Jing "which has been hidden for a long time."
Under the auspices of Mr. Lu, the finale of the "green capsule Sutra" was invited to the auction table by the staff. It was an ancient book with a length of about 30 cm and a width of about 17 cm, a grand opening and a royal majesty and boldness of vision.
As soon as the green bag Sutra appeared, all the descendants of Feng Shui sect were in great spirits, leaning forward and stretching their necks in an attempt to see more details.
Yang Junsong in private room 9 couldn't help standing up and went to the French window to see more clearly.
Guo Huai in private room 1 is even more fiery. His undulating chest can be seen from a long distance.
Mr. Lu walked up to the green bag Sutra, Xu Xu said: "all the friends who know about it know that" Qingbao Jing "is one of the three great masters in the early Han Dynasty. Zhang Liang, who was waiting for him, got the book from the Duke of Huangshi. After he got the book, he helped Liu Bang defeat Xiang Yu and create the world of the Han family for 400 years. Guo pudezhi in the Jin Dynasty wrote" funeral book ", which was obtained by Yang Junsong in the Tang Dynasty, including" Austrian language "and" Tianyu ". Later, after the war, the" Qingbao Jing " Originally lost, Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty got a half volume to help Zhu Yuanzhang expel Hu Lu, restore China and create the rivers and mountains of the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty. "
The whole auction venue was silent and the dropping of needles could be heard.
"As we all know, Zhu Yuanzhang is suspicious and kills meritorious officials indiscriminately. In order to protect himself, Liu Bowen handed in half a volume of the green bag Sutra. Since then, the green bag Sutra has been hidden in the imperial palace for 600 years. Although the green bag Sutra circulated now has the name of three volumes, it is only its general outline." Slow down, Mr. Lu looked around and continued, "A hundred years ago, the Allied forces of the eight powers invaded China, burned the Old Summer Palace twice, and robbed countless precious ancient books. Among them, the green bag Sutra stood out and fell into the hands of the Japanese aggressors. Time flies. More than a hundred years later, our company inquired in many ways and made several purchases. Only then did we return this half volume of Tianshu. Today, we took out the auction and sold it. I hope it can meet the Ming Lord and benefit the common people."
This is the first time that Mr. Lu has explained the origin of an object so clearly that the guests here are not impatient, but listen with interest. Rao is wan Ziliang in a sour mood. He can't help but look up and think that the Qing Bao Jing is so powerful?
Mr. Lu went to the auction table, pointed to the book clothes and continued to introduce: "this book was once hidden in the imperial palace. It has a royal atmosphere. First, the book clothes are hard mounted on multi-layer rice paper and wrapped with yellow silk. It can be seen that the royal government is serious about it. Secondly, the book leaves are made of high-grade bark paper, which has a faint leaf aroma, beautiful and atmospheric. There are 50 pages in total."
Speaking of this, Mr. Lu opened his book clothes, showed the contents of the first page, and continued: "the whole volume of Qingbao Jing is written with Zhu and ink pen. Zhu pen is used to draw the boundary line of the sidebar, and ink pen is used to write the title and text. The whole is dignified and beautiful, and Zhu ink is brilliant. The content of the first page is the general outline of Qingbao Jing. I believe everyone here is familiar with it."
Wan Ziliang followed his reputation and saw the first page of the green bag Sutra from the LCD screen in the private room. It was written in the style of Pavilion: Heaven and earth are inferior, Yang and Yin are coupled, one or six are in common, two or seven are in the same way, three or eight are friends, four or nine are friends, fifty are in the same way, close and strange coupling, five trillion is generated, the popularity is all the time, eight body flood cloth, children and mothers are distributed
Wan Ziliang knows these words, but when they are combined together, they don't know the meaning. Angie Sheng also has a "Qingbao Jing" in his hand. He has read it. The opening language is the above words, but compared with Angie Sheng's "Qingbao Jing", it can't be fake any more.
After introducing the origin of "Qingbao Jing", Mr. Lu announced loudly: "what is the value of this book? Your guests know better than me. The old rules. Here is the appreciation time. You can come up and watch it by yourself."
As the voice fell, all the heirs of Feng Shui sects swarmed onto the auction platform, greedily staring at the green capsule Sutra, looking up and down, talking about it one after another, and determining its true and false origin.
Yang Junsong and Guo Huai looked at each other across the air, the tip of the needle to the wheat awn.
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Manager Lou's scalp was numb and his face swelled like an eggplant. After a little hesitation, he picked up the worn leather shoes in public and sent them to Wan Ziliang. He bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wan, your adult has a lot."There are too many slaves at the foot of money. Manager Lou is definitely the first.Wan Ziliang put on his leather shoes, pulled La Sutong and motioned her not to investigate again. It was humiliating enough. Manager Lou also breathed a sigh of relief. This pass is over.Suddenly, He Ying's voice suddenly sounded behind manager Lou: "Oh, a little hick, disgraced, has become an uncle."Wan Ziliang's eyes jumped wildly and knew that He Ying was coming for himself."He Ying, keep your mouth clean." Su Tong pointed to He Ying angrily.As soon as the voice came out, the whole venue was quiet. For a moment, they became the focus of the venue."Miss Su, am I wrong?" He Ying came out from behind manager Lou and said, "I know you love this little wolf dog, but I'm also honest, isn't it wrong?""You..." Su Tong blushed and was about to fight back, but wan Ziliang held him."I investigated you, Wan Ziliang, isn't it? A little policeman who takes pictures of the dead." He Ying turned to Wan Ziliang, sneered, and spittle almost sprayed on his face. "Little red man, you can only hide behind a woman. A toad wants to eat swan meat and wants to climb Miss Su's high branch. You don't pee and look in the mirror. Do you deserve it?"The faces of all the guests changed slightly. They were surprised at Wan Ziliang's identity and looked at him strangely.People's eyes were like a fire. They roasted Wan Ziliang on the fire. His face became more and more pale and his teeth cackled. The deepest scar in his heart and the reality he was most unwilling to face were torn open in front of so many people.He Ying is right. He is a toad. He is not worthy of "little Phoenix" and will never be worthy of it.Su Tong, with a pretty face like frost, stood in front of Wan Ziliang, scolded He Ying and said, "what are you if you don't spell your father?""Tut Tut, Miss Su, you are half as good as me. Don't tell anyone." He Ying's face suddenly changed, especially when she saw her beloved Su Tong coming out for WAN Ziliang. She was even more angry and said without hesitation, "it's you who are with this wild boy behind your family's back. You're not afraid to ruin the style of your Su family? I'm really sorry for Dong su. I have a shameless daughter like you, poor."He Ying's words were vicious and mean. She forgot her admiration for Su Tong and had no dignity. All the guests who knew them whispered."The son of vice mayor he, you can't speak very well.""Tut Tut, there are rich families on both sides. It's a lot of resentment to quarrel on this occasion.""I'm more curious about the young man. He Ying was so targeted at him that he could resist it."At this moment, everyone's eyes focused on WAN Ziliang again, like Mount Tai pressing on his head.Wan Ziliang instinctively wanted to shrink back, but reason told him that he couldn't retreat at this time. He wiped the saliva on his face, raised his head and chest, looked at He Ying flat, and said in a loud voice, "even if I am a toad, I can do well and do well. I'm worthy of my heart. It's Mr. He who spit Fenfang. Your tutoring can be seen."Wan Ziliang didn't bring a dirty word, but the words poked his heart. The words "fragrance" and "tutor" correspond to He Ying's words, which are ironic."It's not over today. You wait for me." He Ying knew that he must have suffered a loss and left the meeting bitterly.When the auction started today, Mr. Lu, the auctioneer, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said helplessly, "cough, everyone, it's time for appreciation. Please return to your position and we'll start the auction right away."Wan Ziliang and Su Tong, who were pale, had just returned to the private room and sat down. The bidding had already started. Someone took the lead in bidding and said, "I'll offer 500000."Hearing this offer, Wan Ziliang, who was in low spirits, was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. The unexpected reckless move just now almost made him bankrupt, and his mind echoed with the offer of 500000.Seeing Wan Ziliang's silence, Su Tong couldn't help wondering, "don't you want to buy this incense burner for Xiao Anzi?"Wan Ziliang showed a wry smile: "I can't afford it."That's 500000. He didn't eat or drink for three years and couldn't earn so much money. He was worried about his sleep and food for a broken mobile phone. People threw a lot of money for a incense burner without hesitation. In contrast, He Ying was right. He was a poor man. Before it was ridiculous, he even wanted to bid... The gap between people is really bigger than that between people and pigs.Su Tong saw his mind and smiled, "I'll take it for you.""Please, leave me some dignity." Wan Ziliang lowered his head so that Su Tong could not see his eyes full of inferiority."I'm going to shoot you." Su Tong insisted on picking up the microphone and quoting, "one million!"There was a moment of silence in the venue. Everyone knew that Su Tong was recovering her face and that she was rich and powerful, so they wanted to give in. But the more it is, the more uncomfortable and tangled Wan Ziliang is, like being eaten by thousands of ants."Pa! The copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove on Lot 1 belongs to Miss Su."Mr. Lu knocked down the auction hammer and officially awarded the copper Elephant Ear Xuande furnace on the stage to Su Tong, waiting for the handover procedures.Wan Ziliang wanted to stop it, but he was unable to do it. He knew that Su Tong's self and willfulness were more and more counterproductive. He could only sigh.The subsequent auction will normally move forward, but only those collectors and heirs of all Feng Shui sects will participate in the auction. They are tacitly silent, waiting for the long hidden "Qing Bao Jing" to appear again.Wan Ziliang, who was depressed, kept his head down and was in a myriad of emotions. Su Tong accompanied him and didn't disturb him. He just waited for him to finish the formalities quickly and give the copper Elephant Ear Xuande stove to Wan Ziliang to make him happy."The following is the ninth auction, which is also the last item today. It is also the dream treasure of all guests present. Please see, this is the unique ancient book" Qingbao Jing "which has been hidden for a long time."Under the auspices of Mr. Lu, the finale of the "green capsule Sutra" was invited to the auction table by the staff. It was an ancient book with a length of about 30 cm and a width of about 17 cm, a grand opening and a royal majesty and boldness of vision.As soon as the green bag Sutra appeared, all the descendants of Feng Shui sect were in great spirits, leaning forward and stretching their necks in an attempt to see more details.Yang Junsong in private room 9 couldn't help standing up and went to the French window to see more clearly.Guo Huai in private room 1 is even more fiery. His undulating chest can be seen from a long distance.Mr. Lu walked up to the green bag Sutra, Xu Xu said: "all the friends who know about it know that" Qingbao Jing "is one of the three great masters in the early Han Dynasty. Zhang Liang, who was waiting for him, got the book from the Duke of Huangshi. After he got the book, he helped Liu Bang defeat Xiang Yu and create the world of the Han family for 400 years. Guo pudezhi in the Jin Dynasty wrote" funeral book ", which was obtained by Yang Junsong in the Tang Dynasty, including" Austrian language "and" Tianyu ". Later, after the war, the" Qingbao Jing " Originally lost, Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty got a half volume to help Zhu Yuanzhang expel Hu Lu, restore China and create the rivers and mountains of the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty. "The whole auction venue was silent and the dropping of needles could be heard."As we all know, Zhu Yuanzhang is suspicious and kills meritorious officials indiscriminately. In order to protect himself, Liu Bowen handed in half a volume of the green bag Sutra. Since then, the green bag Sutra has been hidden in the imperial palace for 600 years. Although the green bag Sutra circulated now has the name of three volumes, it is only its general outline." Slow down, Mr. Lu looked around and continued, "A hundred years ago, the Allied forces of the eight powers invaded China, burned the Old Summer Palace twice, and robbed countless precious ancient books. Among them, the green bag Sutra stood out and fell into the hands of the Japanese aggressors. Time flies. More than a hundred years later, our company inquired in many ways and made several purchases. Only then did we return this half volume of Tianshu. Today, we took out the auction and sold it. I hope it can meet the Ming Lord and benefit the common people."This is the first time that Mr. Lu has explained the origin of an object so clearly that the guests here are not impatient, but listen with interest. Rao is wan Ziliang in a sour mood. He can't help but look up and think that the Qing Bao Jing is so powerful?Mr. Lu went to the auction table, pointed to the book clothes and continued to introduce: "this book was once hidden in the imperial palace. It has a royal atmosphere. First, the book clothes are hard mounted on multi-layer rice paper and wrapped with yellow silk. It can be seen that the royal government is serious about it. Secondly, the book leaves are made of high-grade bark paper, which has a faint leaf aroma, beautiful and atmospheric. There are 50 pages in total."Speaking of this, Mr. Lu opened his book clothes, showed the contents of the first page, and continued: "the whole volume of Qingbao Jing is written with Zhu and ink pen. Zhu pen is used to draw the boundary line of the sidebar, and ink pen is used to write the title and text. The whole is dignified and beautiful, and Zhu ink is brilliant. The content of the first page is the general outline of Qingbao Jing. I believe everyone here is familiar with it."Wan Ziliang followed his reputation and saw the first page of the green bag Sutra from the LCD screen in the private room. It was written in the style of Pavilion: Heaven and earth are inferior, Yang and Yin are coupled, one or six are in common, two or seven are in the same way, three or eight are friends, four or nine are friends, fifty are in the same way, close and strange coupling, five trillion is generated, the popularity is all the time, eight body flood cloth, children and mothers are distributedWan Ziliang knows these words, but when they are combined together, they don't know the meaning. Angie Sheng also has a "Qingbao Jing" in his hand. He has read it. The opening language is the above words, but compared with Angie Sheng's "Qingbao Jing", it can't be fake any more.After introducing the origin of "Qingbao Jing", Mr. Lu announced loudly: "what is the value of this book? Your guests know better than me. The old rules. Here is the appreciation time. You can come up and watch it by yourself."As the voice fell, all the heirs of Feng Shui sects swarmed onto the auction platform, greedily staring at the green capsule Sutra, looking up and down, talking about it one after another, and determining its true and false origin.Yang Junsong and Guo Huai looked at each other across the air, the tip of the needle to the wheat awn.You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
