Someone has arrived first in the small private room.

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

When entering the White Tiger Auction, they had to go through strict security checks. They came early, but they waited for nearly two hours before they could come in. Who knew that as soon as they came in, they saw Bai Zi sitting by the window.

Bai Feng was memorizing words, and casually pressed the phone screen with one hand. When she heard the sound, she turned her head lazy, "Grandpa."

After pausing, he greeted Ren Qian politely again.

The whole process didn't start.

Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite look and saw Ji Heng sitting there. She couldn't help but sit next to Chen Jie, keeping her eyes closed, and slowly spit out two words: "Vulgar."

She has good etiquette and has always looked down on the vulgar behavior of the Ji family.

Chen said nothing, and the auction started on time at 7 o'clock. The first auction item was a red tourmaline.

The beautiful and elegant auctioneer shows the red tourmaline in glassware, "the collection-level red tourmaline, 106 carats, starting at 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. Aside him, the Secretary-General pressed the bidding, "3.5 million."

After saying that, he smiled and explained: "Miss Wanxuan is about to have her birthday. Mr. Ren told me to keep an eye on an item for her to celebrate her birthday."

While talking, he suddenly saw Bai Zi, and the Secretary-General suddenly coughed and stopped talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Yao sat aside. It was the first time that the two of them came to the auction house. They couldn't be quiet. They were studying the things in the auction house everywhere. When they heard the voice of the secretary-general, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you always buy these? I haven't worn the last time I bought it."

The Secretary-General smiled and said nothing more, "Of course I want it."

"700." A dull sound came from the third floor.

Hearing this sound, Bai Zi couldn't help but look at the third floor.

Why is it so similar to paramecium?

The price was suddenly increased from 500 to 7 million.

7 million, which is not particularly expensive for red tourmaline at the collection level.

However, it has exceeded the Ren family's estimate, and the Secretary-General looks at Ren Qian as if inquiring.

Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, no one should argue with the VIP on the third floor."

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

Red Tourmaline was taken down by the third floor.

The auction items were sold one after another, and the white squid did not care about it, and the private room on the third floor did not make any noise.

In the middle, Ren Qian took another photo of the calligraphy.

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

Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

It's 9:30.

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

As she said that, she reached out to pick the red cloth behind her back.

A carefully maintained framed character appeared in front of everyone, it was a poem that was written freely—

[The old general's soul returns, and he drinks a drink today.

The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the cold armor is hard to cool down.

This time I went on a different road, and the green tassels entered the temple.

The spear rises with a wave, and the pen is sharp and tests the sharpness.

——"Changting the Military Tour"]

There are not many words in this poem, but each character is raised and pressed slowly and urgently, with dense and sparse tips and straight lines. The free and easy flowing after the pen is written in three parts. Each character is vividly displayed on the paper, and the vitality seems to have the warmth of life.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze: "Qingying entered the temple... It turns out that this is the Liang Tie."

No one could feel the vitality that was coming to his face more than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seemed to see a woman in white robe wielding her pen and ink freely, and she achieved it overnight.

"Because the font is Liang's style and the signature is Liang Zewen's private seal, our auction house thought it was Liang's handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath, she pulled away from her emotions and said seriously, "The poem was later identified by historians.

It was written by his sister when Bai Chongyu joined the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the god of history, was the 15th general, and the 18th reunion. After his father's death, he abandoned his pen and joined the army at the age of 20, and went with his gun.

On the battlefield, his sister hoped that he could go home safely and then write to the front of the hall. Because he did not come back, she wanted to throw this character, but according to historical records, she picked it up by her teacher. It can be said that Liang Zewen left it for us.

This only calligraphy is of great historical collection…”

The auctioneer was still talking in detail.

In the private room, the white chin was resting on the windowsill, quietly watching the almost yellowed framed characters.

The original works from a thousand years ago have been preserved until now, and it seems that we can see the romance and romance of thousands of years ago through the words.

When I heard the starting price of 50 million: "..."

She looked at it so seriously that she didn't hear Ji Heng called her several times.

Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Feng. When he saw her stunned at the letter, he smiled, with a surprised voice, "Student Bai, have you also studied Liang Tie? Do you think this letter will be photographed in the end.

?”

Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came to her senses, and she glanced at Bai Zi sideways.

I don’t understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Zi this question, but the Ji family didn’t seem to be able to study Liang Tie.

Bai Feng turned her head, she withdrew her gaze when she looked at the words mounted, and lazily memorized the words again, "This calligraphy is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it, and she didn't practice enough wrist strength, so the starting price was too high."

"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was unhappy because Ren Qian attached great importance to Bai Zi. She came to the auction house and invited the Ji family. Bai Zi was pretending to be like knowing everything. Now even Liang Zewen is

The apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, just half of the calligraphy world are her fans. Even if you practice such words for a hundred years, you will not reach one-tenth of them.
Chapter completed!