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You can search "I have a zoo to search for novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Taking nine steps in a row, Chen Yang, like a young emperor who was newly enthroned in ancient times, sat on a dragon chair in the sight of many powerful ministers.

"How dare the Lin family?"

"The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building!"

"Two dogs fight, play off!"

In the hearts of every powerful person, his own thoughts are surging.

Sitting on the main seat, Chen Yang squinted slightly.

Facing the next magnificent wave in Yanqing City, Chen Yang's heart was surging, but his face was still waveless.

"The main seat, the auction begins!"

Master Ma took out the purple-gold wooden hammer from his arms and walked to the auction stage set up in the front of the Golden Auditorium, with a knock, announcing the official opening of the private auction.

Under the voice of Master Ma, a tall maid, dressed in a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, swayed, holding a plate to the auction stage, the plate still covered with a piece of golden silk.

The eyes of the field were immediately attracted.

Master Ma's figure was slightly rickety, and he stepped square steps to the auction stage and waved his hand to let the maid go back.

He himself was standing in the center of the auction platform, and first bowed to Chen Yang above the main seat.

This is the rule of the Xu family. Those who come out on top of the charity party should receive this worship.

After worshipping the main seat, Master Ma circled and bowed slightly.

"Everyone, to make a long story short, this is a "Game Under the Tree" by Zeng Yu.

Master Ma tore off the golden silk and satin on the plate, shaking slightly, and a three-foot-long ink painting scroll suddenly appeared on the auction stage.

In the brilliant history of China that stretches for thousands of years, ink painting occupies a strong and colorful stroke.

Different from Western calligraphy and painting, Chinese ink paintings show more artistic conception.

One mountain and one river, one grass and one tree, in the writings of the mountains and rivers, all of them are surging with extraordinary charm.

Especially Zeng Yu, in an era of historical turbulence, his family and country changed, and he is still proud.

In Zeng Yu's writings, the mountains and rivers stretch, meaning long.

Especially in every landscape painting, Zeng Yu is ingenious and will paint a thin ancient man, facing the landscape, looking up in thought.

The ancients have pale eyes, three-point weird, three-point doubt, three-point arrogance, and one-point gloomy.

Cast your eyes!

In the historical torrent of the collapse of the previous dynasty and the establishment of the new dynasty, Zeng Yu is a literary character. He is fascinated by the landscape and seemingly unruly. However, he is also unwilling to be read from the painting and calligraphy skills of "white eyes to people". .

However, no matter when, the literati did not have the slightest ability to resist in the face of drastic changes in the dynasty.

Abandoning the pen to vote for the military, except for General Xin Wen, who was drunk in the light and watch the sword, let the weak scholars go into battle, and it was almost a duck to the shelves.

"Wow, it turned out to be Zeng's handwriting. Today is really the right thing."

The man who was talking was a fat man with big ears, surrounded by a beauty, marveling at the "Game Under the Tree" held by Master Ma.

"Pretending to be elegant!"

Not far away, the thin man with two mustaches stuck to the corner of his mouth showed disdain.

The people in the Golden Auditorium are uneven. There are dignitaries from the scholarly family since childhood, and some people who have the opportunity to get rich. Their level of appreciation for antiques is naturally different.

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The fat, middle-aged man ignored the cynicism of the thin man not far away and directly quoted.

"One and four hundred thousand!"

As an authentic home of wealth and wealth in Yanqing City, the thin man has been infiltrated with a strong Chinese culture since he was a child. Whether it is cultivation or knowledge, it is naturally not comparable to a fat man.

For the ink paintings of Zeng Yu at auction, he is also determined to win.

"One and six hundred thousand!"

The fat man touched the body of the glamorous woman beside him, and then continued to improve a few.

He was born in poverty since he was a child, and he got acquainted with a few nobles in Yanqing City, and took over several gold mines in the reforms decades ago. In the popular words, he does have mines at home, and they are genuine. Gold mine.

What people lack the most, naturally they will show more.

Just like the fat man, his subordinates monopolized most of the gold mines in Yanqing City, the owner of not bad money.

After seeing the preferences of several big guys in Yanqing City, I went home to ponder about antique calligraphy and paintings. I bought them when I saw them, or gave them away, or hung them at home, when I was insomnia. Take a look.

"One eight hundred thousand!"

The two moustaches around the thin man's mouth trembled slightly. Although he didn't look like a good person, he had a passion for antique calligraphy and painting.

The ancestor Ji De, given a good background, he started to collect antique calligraphy and painting with the resources at hand, but most of them were given by others, like participating in this kind of private auction, the money in his pocket was somewhat stretched.

At auctions, what I like to see most is the two tit-for-tat, throwing money in desperately.

The rest of the rich and powerful are also interested in Zeng Yu's "Game under the Tree", but they have lost their interest after seeing the frenzied bidding of the two before.

There must be a degree in everything, and it will be bad if it exceeds it.

"Yeah, Mr. Peng, you also like Zeng Yu's work!"

The fat man smiled, and said to the thin man with a gloomy face behind him, slightly familiar.

"Huh, Shi Niu, don't put onions in your nose and pretend to be an elephant. Can you write the word Zeng Yu? You should go home and weigh your gold!"

Peng Runzhi sneered at Shi Niu's attachment to elegance.

A nouveau riche in mining, even talking about the famous ink painting masters in history, which made Peng Runzhi simply unacceptable.

The cow chews the peony, nothing more than this.

"Hey, Mr. Peng, Yanqing City knows that you have a lot of knowledge in Mr. Peng's stomach. Although my old stone is a bit rude, doesn't this ancient person have a word, study hard every day, and Mr. Peng can't stop me from learning to change Enthusiasm."

To Peng Runzhi's cynicism, Shi Niu didn't take it seriously.

To stand out from poverty, the suffering and tribulations suffered are unbearable for ordinary people.

Naturally, Shi Niu wouldn't take a few sarcasm words.

"Play the piano to the cow!"

Peng Runzhi's disgust from the bottom of his heart for Shi Niu's rude and honest nouveau riche was born like this.

"Cow, Mr. Peng, don't you know. When I was a child, I kept cattle on the mountain every day, thinking in my heart that when I grow up, I must live well, at least not one cow, at least ten cows."

The stone cow is still smiling, and others will not understand that a person who comes out of a poor mountain village and walks to the present level will have to suffer and suffer so much.

Doing my best to cross the class is already dying.

Shi Niu's words are simple and full of self-deprecating.

Peng Runzhi was cold-eyed, and cursed "soil buns" in his heart.

It was Chen Yang on the main seat of the Golden Auditorium, with a gleam in his eyes.