Hello 1983

When the applause subsided, Liu Qingshan also smiled and said, "Mitsui-san, congratulations."

There was a burst of chuckles around, Mitsuki's face flushed instantly, he felt as if he was being played like a monkey.

Liu Qingshan moved his eyes away from Mitsui Ki's body, fell on the face of the old man on the other side, and then nodded subtly.

Du Bo also nodded slightly with a smile.

Just now, Liu Qingshan had made up his mind to fight Mitsuki to the end: even though he knew it was a battle of will, he was not allowed to back down.

But just when he was about to continue bidding, his keen senses felt an unusual gaze.

So he found Dubo who was diagonally opposite, shaking his head at him very secretly.

A thought suddenly flashed in Liu Qingshan's mind, and he remembered what the auctioneer mentioned just now, the provider of this painting seemed to be called Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng, Du Bo.

Liu Qingshan seemed to understand something, and then he retreated neatly.

Although he had only been in contact with this Du Bo twice, Liu Qingshan knew that Du Bo was a very old-fashioned Chinese who would not deceive his compatriots, so he chose to trust him.

The auction came to an end temporarily, and began to enter the middle of the rest period, and the guests rested and socialized.

"Didn't you say it was a dinner party? Why didn't you see anything to eat?" Li Tieniu looked around with big eyes, but the result disappointed him a bit.

Grace, on the other hand, was overjoyed: "I reminded anyone who told you not to eat before coming here."

Although it's called a dinner party, no one will really come here to eat and drink, and the host will not prepare like that at all.

Liu Qingshan was about to go over to say hello to Du Bo, but saw Du Bo and an old lady, supporting each other, walking towards them.

Liu Qingshan didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly greeted him: "Dubber, you..."

Before he finished greeting, the old lady next to Du Bo suddenly walked past Liu Qingshan excitedly, with a pair of dim eyes, fixed on Liu Yinfeng who was behind Liu Qingshan, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Who is Huang Shuzhen to you?"

Liu Qingshan was also stunned for a moment, his gaze rested on the old lady's face, feeling kind and familiar.

Liu Yinfeng stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's arm: "Don't get excited, my grandma's boudoir name is Shuzhen."

In an instant, two lines of turbid tears flowed from the old lady's eyes: "Shuzhen is my real sister..."

Perhaps because he was too excited, the old man's body twitched a few times before he went limp.

This time the people around were shocked, Liu Qingshan rushed over in one step, helped the second sister, and supported the old man.

Then he hurriedly asked Grace to take out a small medicine bottle from the bag, poured out a few pills of Musk Remedy Pill, and stuffed them under the old man's tongue.

Great joy and great sorrow are very dangerous things for the elderly.

Fortunately, Liu Qingshan kept several common first-aid medicines with him. After less than a minute, the old man's expression eased and his eyes slowly opened. He just looked at Liu Yinfeng and wept silently.

Among Liu Qingshan's two elder sisters, the second elder sister resembles her grandma the most. Liu Qingshan has heard this matter from her grandma more than once.

Now it seems that this old man must be grandma's sister and his aunt.

Liu Qingshan never imagined that in a foreign country, he could still recognize his relatives, so Liu Qingshan was extremely excited.

"Auntie, it's all right, don't get excited, my grandma is living very well in her hometown, very good."

Liu Qingshan comforted the old man in his arms, saw a sofa not far away, and hugged the old man directly.

After stabilizing for a few more minutes, the old man fully recovered. Her withered palms were always tightly grasping Liu Yinfeng's hand, as if as soon as she let go, she would lose news of her loved ones again.

"Grandma, there is another piece of good news. Uncle is on the other side of Hong Kong Island. This is Yueming, the granddaughter of Uncle. Today, our family is reunited."

Liu Yinfeng spoke softly to the old lady, tears were also shining in her eyes.

The same is true for Huang Yueming, she also leaned down and snuggled up in front of the old lady:

"Grandma, my grandpa is fine too."

"Wow, wow, you are all good boys!"

The old man stretched out his hands and stroked Liu Yinfeng's and Huang Yueming's hair at the same time. At this moment, she only felt relieved that there would be no more regrets in this life.

Du Bo on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now his old wife suddenly fell ill, which shocked him a lot.

He was about to take the medicine, but he was not as agile as Liu Qingshan, and the medicine seemed to be more effective.

Originally, he thought that the old wife had an illusion because she missed her relatives, and she must have admitted the wrong person.

Unexpectedly, he actually reunited with his relatives for more than 50 years, and even he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Just as he was feeling emotional, a soft call suddenly came from beside him: "Grandpa."

Du Yunfeng raised his hand and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder lightly: "It seems that we are really destined."

Around them, someone suddenly slapped their hands softly, and soon, the applause rang out.

Those guests deliberately controlled their applause, not to make it too loud, but everyone had a smile on their face, expressing their blessings to these reunited relatives.

"Thank you everyone." As a junior, Liu Qingshan must of course express his gratitude to those around him on behalf of his aunt, grandma and grandpa.

At this time, the owner Frank also came over, he also had a smile on his face: "Mr. Du, congratulations, is your wife okay?"

Du Yunfeng shook hands with Frank: "Old friend, thank you very much. If it weren't for the party you organized, how could we be reunited with our relatives."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Liu Qingshan closer, and said with a smile: "Old friend, let me introduce you, this is my grandson Mountain, who came here to study abroad, and he has some accomplishments in music."

"A few days ago, the song "The Last of the Mohicans" was composed by him."

At this moment, Du Yunfeng, like other old people, is showing off his juniors to his old friends, and anyone can see the pride on his face.

Liu Qingshan was a little ashamed by the old man's praise, and quickly bowed: "Mr. Frank, hello."

Frank laughed and said, "My old friend used to have this problem. If there is something good, I can't help but want to share it with others, hahaha."

At this time, someone beside him interrupted: "No, Mr. Mountain, he is indeed a very good young man. He just defeated me not long ago."

It was another old man beside Frank who was speaking. He stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Get to know me, I'm George Soros."

Oh Soros?

Liu Qingshan shook his hand and said, "Mr. Soros, it should be said that we are all winners."

"Young man, no one can claim victory until the end." Soros also laughed.

Looking at Soros's smiling face, Liu Qingshan felt the fighting spirit in the other party's eyes. It seems that the battle with this Wall Street tycoon has just begun.

Chapter 629 "Empty Mountain and Valley Map"

After chatting with Frank for a few words, Du Yunfeng was about to leave.

Today's family reunion, it is obviously not suitable for them to stay here anymore, his home is not far from here, it is better to go home together.

Home is where family members gather together.

And at this moment, the auctioneer reappeared and continued the second half of the auction. The voice of the auctioneer soon sounded in the hall again:

"The next lot is a saber provided by Mr. Rothschaville, which was a trophy captured by his family during World War II."

"It is said that the owner of this samurai sword was an admiral of the island country back then."

Originally, Liu Qingshan had already supported his aunt and grandma, and was about to leave the hall. After hearing the voice of the auctioneer, he turned around and saw a samurai sword lying horizontally in the tray.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but his eyes lit up: this is "the June debt will be repaid quickly".

Just now Mitsui Ki was robbing him for something, but this time, it seems that it's his turn to rob him.

So Liu Qingshan discussed with Du Yunfeng in a low voice, and Li Tie and others escorted his aunt, Liu Yinfeng, Huang Yueming and the others to leave first, while Liu Qingshan stayed with Du Yunfeng.

"One hundred thousand." In the hall, someone had already called for a price, but it wasn't Mitsui Ki, but Xiao Li.

After shouting the price, this guy also said to the partner beside him: "This knife looks quite sharp, and it should be better for chopping wood."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it happened that Mitsuki and his group not far away could hear him.

Xiao Li is going to stand up for Liu Qingshan: This is my territory, you little man dare to bully my friend, I Xiao Li don't want to lose face?

And Mitsuki's face immediately became serious, and he opened his mouth to shout a price of 20.

"100 million!" Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal, and then nodded to Xiao Li, indicating that he would go to battle in person.

Now it was Mitsuki's turn to suffer, he gave Liu Qingshan a vicious look, and quoted another price of 150 million.

"300 million!" Liu Qingshan didn't bother with him, and directly raised the price to 300 million, which caused a lot of exclamations in the hall.

To be honest, such a samurai sword is actually tens of thousands of dollars at most.

As for the other guests, they all chose to watch a good show. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, they would have to hug a bucket of popcorn and watch the fun while blowing whistles twice.

"350 million." Mitsuki could only bite the bullet and increase the price. This samurai sword has some connections with his family, and it cannot be passed into the hands of outsiders no matter what.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth twitched slightly: "500 million!"

This auction is almost a replica of Master Zhang's painting, except that the offensive and defensive positions of the two sides have changed.

This kind of drama is also called the guests in the hall, and they are all hooked.

In everyone's bones, there is a desire for competition. Of course, this kind of auction is more exciting than the polite and pretentious charity auction.

Mitsuki's face became more and more gloomy. The scene in front of him seemed to bring him back to the auction a few years ago. The unforgettable shame still appeared in his dreams from time to time.

"550 million." Mitsuki could only grit his teeth to follow the price.

Liu Qingshan fully carried forward Yi Jiang's fighting spirit of chasing down the poor, and directly shouted "800 million".

At this moment, the exclamation in the entire hall disappeared, and it became extremely silent. Everyone was shocked by the price.

Although there are many billionaires present, this is just a slightly better samurai sword, which does not match the price at all.

Mitsuki finally couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to rush over now, draw out that samurai sword, and cut that bastard in two.

But reason told him that he couldn't do that.

Mitsui Ki was not in a hurry to continue bidding, but came to the auctioneer with a livid face: "I suspect that this person raised the price maliciously, he simply can't afford so much money!"

This guy is not too stupid, 800 million US dollars is indeed not a small amount, even if you are worth hundreds of millions, you may not be able to come up with 800 million in liquidity all at once.

The auctioneer was a little upset, and was about to stir up the flames again, raising the price of this samurai sword to more than ten million.

In that case, he must be famous.

As a result, this Mitsui Ki jumped out at this time, disturbing his good work, which is really hateful.

So the auctioneer shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly to Mitsui Mutan: "Sir, we are not from the tax bureau, and we have no obligation to check the accounts."

The crowd laughed again, which made Mitsui Kimian even more embarrassed: "Then I offer 100 billion, do you dare to accept it?"

"Have you heard of any auctioneer who thinks the customer's bid is too high?"

The auctioneer waved his hand, signaling him not to babble here, didn't you have a good time throwing money just now, why are you so cowardly now?

And Xiao Li in the crowd took the opportunity to start booing. He had many friends, and he really followed. For a while, booing was everywhere.

At this time, Frank, the owner of the charity auction, came over, and the place immediately became quiet.

A little old man next to Frank said aloud: "I can prove that Mr. Mountain can definitely use this fund. He just gained a fortune of nearly [-] million US dollars in the stock market."

"Even if young people spend a lot of money, it seems that they can't spend it so quickly."

Oh, there was an exclamation all around: Isn't such a young billionaire surpassing Bill Gates, who has been in the limelight recently?

Mitsuki's eyes were also red, and regardless of his identity and the current situation, he asked sharply: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to be a witness!"

"Just because he is George Soros." Frank also had a serious face. The young people nowadays are too unruly, and they are really inferior to each other.

Mitsuiki, of course, had heard of Soros' name, he clicked his mouth a few times, and then bowed to Soros.

"Continue to auction, you are all good children who are enthusiastic about charity."

Frank originally wanted to stand up and be a peacemaker, but when he saw that Mitsuki didn't know how to respect the elderly, he simply ignored him.

The auctioneer took the lead and presided over the auction again: "Mr. Mountain bid 800 million, is there any gentleman who bid?"

"1000 million!"

Mitsuki almost crushed his teeth, but even if he crushed his teeth, he could only swallow it. Who told him to jump out and fight against Liu Qingshan in the first place?

The auctioneer was also excited: "1000 million, gentlemen, is there anyone else bidding?"

Although he shouted "gentlemen", the auctioneer's eyes were only fixed on Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan spread his hands together: "I give up, Mr. Mitsui, congratulations."