Chapter 62
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the auction will be held in the exhibition hall of the only star rated hotel in city A. the organizers are Hong Kong antique dealers. In addition to the genuine antique lovers and merchants at home and abroad, there are also many people with high reputation in the city and even in the province. Therefore, the municipal government attaches great importance to the auction and has used a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange and guard the scene.
The people who came in and out of the meeting hall were dressed in suits and dresses of men and women, as if they were going to attend the grand meeting.
Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to tie up the circle of interests.
Because of his noble and honest character and high appraisal level, song Xuan has a very high reputation in the antique industry in city a and even in the province. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came to greet him.
Song Xuan is neither humble nor arrogant. He nods his head one by one, with a warm smile on his face.
Yang Zimei, who followed him, naturally attracted many people's attention.
Yang Zimei is not very beautiful and outstanding in this grand gathering of famous ladies and girls. She is young and does not have the charm and sex appeal of mature women. However, her fresh and graceful, spotless and refined dress and temperament are still attractive, especially standing beside song Xuan, who has never had an affair with any woman.
One is mature and elegant, and the other is graceful and delicate. All of them have classical temperament. If not for the age gap, standing together is just like a beautiful picture.
"Mr. Song, this is..."
Murong Yunqing, the boss of yushixuan, who has a good relationship with song Xuan, can't help asking.
"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a smile, then turned to Yang Zimei and said, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong of yushixuan."
"Hello, Mr. Murong!"
Yang Zimei said hello skillfully and politely.
As for Murong Yunqing, Yang Zimei, who had been wandering around the streets in the previous life, naturally knew that Murong Yunqing started his life with a stone. It was said that Murong Yunqing started his life with a stone, and the gambling stone solved the problem of the king green, which made him a jade pavilion with rich capital. In addition, it is also said that he had a background in the underworld, and neither black nor white dared to touch him.
"Female disciple? Not bad, not bad. " Murong Yunqing's tone is a bit of ridicule. However, his eyes are clear and straight, and he doesn't mean to be narrow and obscene. Yang Zimei doesn't mind.
"Female disciple? Hey, Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to be such a serious gentleman in appearance, but you were lucky. " Yang Jianming, the only son of Yang Dejie, a senior official in the city, had his hair polished with hair wax and sprayed with a slightly choking Cologne. His shirt inside his suit deliberately unbuttoned two buttons. He held a heavily made-up woman in a red dress with a low breast and a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes constantly aimed at Yang Zimei.
As soon as Yang Zimei saw him, he felt disgusted like eating a fly, and his black eyes were slightly cold.
Song Xuan's gentle face appeared a touch of forbearance of displeasure. He said in a deep voice, "please respect yourself and speak carefully."
"Oh
Yang Jianming tilted his mouth and sneered, "what do I have to respect myself for? It's Mr. Song who should respect himself, aren't you? This little sister looks like she is about 15 years old. Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding you that you should be sentenced together with a minor. "
"You You... "
Apart from antiques, song Xuan was not good at arguing with others, especially scoundrels. He was so angry that his face turned red. In addition, he was worried that Yang Zimei would be hurt, which made him more nervous. His tongue was tied up and he could not speak.
Yang Zimei reached out and patted him on the back of his hand, indicating that he was not impatient. He did not mind what Yang Jianming said.
Song's eyes were suddenly excited, and she could not see the power of peace.
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the auction will be held in the exhibition hall of the only star rated hotel in city A. the organizers are Hong Kong antique dealers. In addition to the genuine antique lovers and merchants at home and abroad, there are also many people with high reputation in the city and even in the province. Therefore, the municipal government attaches great importance to the auction and has used a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange and guard the scene.
The people who came in and out of the meeting hall were dressed in suits and dresses of men and women, as if they were going to attend the grand meeting.
Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to tie up the circle of interests.
Because of his noble and honest character and high appraisal level, song Xuan has a very high reputation in the antique industry in city a and even in the province. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came to greet him.
Song Xuan is neither humble nor arrogant. He nods his head one by one, with a warm smile on his face.
Yang Zimei, who followed him, naturally attracted many people's attention.
Yang Zimei is not very beautiful and outstanding in this grand gathering of famous ladies and girls. She is young and does not have the charm and sex appeal of mature women. However, her fresh and graceful, spotless and refined dress and temperament are still attractive, especially standing beside song Xuan, who has never had an affair with any woman.
One is mature and elegant, and the other is graceful and delicate. All of them have classical temperament. If not for the age gap, standing together is just like a beautiful picture.
"Mr. Song, this is..."
Murong Yunqing, the boss of yushixuan, who has a good relationship with song Xuan, can't help asking.
"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a smile, then turned to Yang Zimei and said, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong of yushixuan."
"Hello, Mr. Murong!"
Yang Zimei said hello skillfully and politely.
As for Murong Yunqing, Yang Zimei, who had been wandering around the streets in the previous life, naturally knew that Murong Yunqing started his life with a stone. It was said that Murong Yunqing started his life with a stone, and the gambling stone solved the problem of the king green, which made him a jade pavilion with rich capital. In addition, it is also said that he had a background in the underworld, and neither black nor white dared to touch him.
"Female disciple? Not bad, not bad. " Murong Yunqing's tone is a bit of ridicule. However, his eyes are clear and straight, and he doesn't mean to be narrow and obscene. Yang Zimei doesn't mind.
"Female disciple? Hey, Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to be such a serious gentleman in appearance, but you were lucky. " Yang Jianming, the only son of Yang Dejie, a senior official in the city, had his hair polished with hair wax and sprayed with a slightly choking Cologne. His shirt inside his suit deliberately unbuttoned two buttons. He held a heavily made-up woman in a red dress with a low breast and a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes constantly aimed at Yang Zimei.
As soon as Yang Zimei saw him, he felt disgusted like eating a fly, and his black eyes were slightly cold.
Song Xuan's gentle face appeared a touch of forbearance of displeasure. He said in a deep voice, "please respect yourself and speak carefully."
"Oh
Yang Jianming tilted his mouth and sneered, "what do I have to respect myself for? It's Mr. Song who should respect himself, aren't you? This little sister looks like she is about 15 years old. Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding you that you should be sentenced together with a minor. "
"You You... "
Apart from antiques, song Xuan was not good at arguing with others, especially scoundrels. He was so angry that his face turned red. In addition, he was worried that Yang Zimei would be hurt, which made him more nervous. His tongue was tied up and he could not speak.
Yang Zimei reached out and patted him on the back of his hand, indicating that he was not impatient. He did not mind what Yang Jianming said.
Song's eyes were suddenly excited, and she could not see the power of peace.
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