The behavior of Xiao Beibi next to me was even more aggressive than that of Old Despicable, and he was completely ready to fight me to the death.
It has to be said that Wang Jingsong, Wang's family and Mu Qing's Qingmu family are indeed financially strong.
Several paintings by famous artists that I took a fancy to and took photos of were eventually ruined by the interference of Old Despicable and Xiao Beibi.
Especially the painting "Spring River Eternal Hall" by Lu Yanshao.
This painting is paired with an inscription by Old Despicable. Hanging it in the middle hall will definitely kill everyone instantly.
It's a pity that as soon as I raised my hand about this painting, Old Despicable and Xiao Beibi started to fight with me, and in the end they got an advantage over others.
October is the most popular season for auction houses, and today is the most important and last day of Baoli's autumn auction. After today, if you want to buy good goods, you will have to spend several times more time and energy.
After disrupting the situation several times, I didn't get a single big item, so the old man and the young man finally got angry.
Li Zihua, who was in the second row, was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it. In the end, he suffered from internal injuries.
The sniper armor's goal of suppressing me was achieved, and the old despicable man hummed a Beijing opera with a smile on his face.
The one on the right, Xiao Bei, pursed his extremely small mouth and turned his head sideways: "Mr. Tong, it seems you didn't buy what you wanted?"
"Um."
Xiao Bei's smile became even thicker, her watery eyes full of teasing: "I really disappoint Mr. Tong."
"Um."
Datiannu hugged her hands and said, "I'm sorry to let Mr. Tong go home empty-handed. I believe that Mr. Tong will definitely be able to buy his favorite painting in the spring auction next year."
"Miss Mu, are you issuing an eviction order?"
Xiao Bei stroked her wavy hair with her nose, and slapped her sleeves on my chest and face again and again, proud and arrogant.
"I just want to tell Mr. Tong that all the paintings we raised at Baoli this year have been sold out."
I was calm and collected, and said softly: "Miss Mu, don't rush to chase people away. I'll take a picture of the next thing and leave."
Xiao Bei smiled deeply and said sincerely, "Mr. Tong, are you sure you can take a photo of something?"
I tilted my head and responded softly: "It doesn't matter if I can't take a picture. The main thing is, I like to watch you take pictures."
Xiao Beibi's smile suddenly condensed, and he chuckled sullenly: "Mr. Tong, do you really think that we took the picture of the Eight Horses and then smashed it into our hands?"
"To tell you the truth, Grandpa *** bought this painting and stamped it with a postscript. A lot of people rushed to take it."
"I really disappoint you."
I was noncommittal, raised my head and said softly, "After hearing what Miss Mu said, I have a new understanding of you and your old despicable godfather."
"However, the next thing I really don't need your old despicable godfather to postmark and stamp."
Xiao Beibi blinked and was about to speak when the sudden voice of the fat auctioneer filled the audience.
"The next auction item. Xiaoyaozi, the latest handwriting, eight feet in the middle hall!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into dead silence at first, and then thunder erupted.
"Xiaoyaozi? Isn't that Mr. Wang?"
"Mr. Wang actually wrote about Zhongtang! It's the latest one."
"What a surprise. Mr. Wang's running script is second only to Qigong Qilao."
"Mr. Wang hasn't written in many years. I've asked people to beg him many times but he still can't get it."
"I knew that Mr. Wang's visit to Baoli today was no accident. It turned out to be a surprise for everyone."
"Come on, come on. I want to buy it."
"How much, I want it!"
For a time, the crowd was excited, and countless people stood up and looked forward to it!
Xiao Beibi was stunned for a moment, then her appearance suddenly changed, and she bent down to look at Old Despicable again without quality.
The old mean man was obviously startled, with a look of confusion on his face. He suddenly turned his head and glared at me, no longer caring about his own demeanor and magnificence, and growled ferociously.
"Grandson! You bastard!"
"How dare you sell my handwriting here."
My eyelids drooped, and I replied without saltiness: "Recently,
My head is tight, take your old name and exchange it for some money. "
Wang Jingsong immediately stood up in anger, pointed at me and cursed: "Grandson, I..."
Wang Jingsong couldn't curse the next words. After all, in this situation with a camera, no matter how shameless he was, he had to save his own face.
The mean old man who couldn't scold me could only look at me incompetently and furiously, shaking his old bones and going crazy with anger!
"Don't get excited."
I bent down and picked up the cane and stuffed it into Wang Jingsong's hand, and whispered: "Don't make your old body angry. Next month, I will wait for you to bow to me three times to apologize."
"Don't die."
I want to take revenge, and the first target to be operated on is the old mean man.
The old despicable man was furious, Ying Xuan's body was shaky, the veins in his hands were bulging, and the blood vessels in his neck were beating fast, as if they were about to burst in the next second.
Fortunately, the two disciples next to him, Liu Yicong and Tao Bozhen, saw the opportunity quickly and came over quickly to help Lao Dian. Otherwise, Lao Dian would have really burped at the scene.
Then the fun will be great!
However, if you are angry to death, you will be angry to death.
Just fulfilled my wish for revenge!
"The surnamed Tong is too poisonous. If my master is evil, we want you to be buried with him."
Completely ignoring Liu Yicong's threats, I tilted my head and said to Xiao Beibei: "Miss Mu, tell me, how many pictures can your godfather take of this eight-foot-long nave?"
Mu Qingqing looked at me deeply, suddenly snorted coldly, stood up and walked away.
Once again, the wide sleeves were mercilessly slapped in my face!
There was no need for me to take part in the subsequent auctions. Wang Jingsong’s despicable Zhongtang calligraphy became the target of looting at the scene. The price went up all the way, sesame seeds bloomed, and finally the sky-high price of 240,000...
Um.
Bought by phone hotline buyer.
Needless to say, that buyer must have been arranged by Xiao Beibi!
The old despicable handbook will definitely not be bought by anyone else.
The price of 240,000 yuan is high or low. It can be regarded as worthy of Wang Jingsong’s identity and talent as the number one antique person in China.
After all, this is the price of a living person.
If the old meanie is so angry with me that he drops it into a box, the price will naturally increase several times.
"Mr. Tong, how poor and miserable are you before you came up with the idea of writing in Grandpa ***'s handwriting?"
