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Yan Zhenqing listened to the people at the scene bidding wildly and felt that he would not be able to take pictures of Yun Fan's works if he followed the normal process.

Deciding to give up his old face and get Yun Fan's opportunity to create for him, he got up and walked slowly to the stage.

"Everyone, my Excellency Yan Zhenqing, after reading Mr. Yun's masterpiece, I will have a drink and read the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion. I have been on good terms with Mr. Yun for a long time."

"I have limited financial resources and cannot compare with you. I can only spend 20 billion to bid for Mr. Yun's works."

"I wonder if you can give me a small amount of noodles and don't fight with me."

After Yan Zhenqing finished speaking, he bowed deeply to everyone present.

His attitude was extremely sincere, even though he was already seventy years old, he still continued to humble himself and referred to himself.

Those who originally wanted to continue bidding, saw this scene in front of them, and temporarily lowered their arms that they were about to raise.

After all, the Dragon Kingdom is a country with a 5000-year-old civilization, and the virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young is engraved in its bones.

Furthermore, the name Yan Zhenqing is also very important. Although his financial resources are limited, his influence is not small.

The most important thing is that he also has a great granddaughter who is famous in Kyoto, the entire Dragon Kingdom and even Blue Star: Ji Rulan.

The person who can spend more than 20 billion to take pictures of Yun Fan's works must have a very high status. Naturally, he knows Yan Zhenqing, an old man with white hair, and also knows that Ji Rulan is his granddaughter.

Even if everyone could refute the reputation of this ancient old man, they didn't want to give Ji Rulan the impression of bullying her grandfather. They wanted to sell Ji Rulan a favor.

Wu Jianghe on the stage frowned slightly when he saw Yan Zhenqing's behavior, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But seeing that his attitude was more sincere, he didn't use the word Ji Rulan to pressure others.

If the people present were willing to show courtesy to him, Wu Jianghe would have nothing to say.

After hearing Yan Zhenqing's words and the reactions of the people present, Yun Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the fanatical attitude of those in the audience, each price increase is over [-] million.

He estimated that the final transaction price must be more than 20 billion.

At that time, it will definitely be even more difficult to choose a piece of work that meets the other party's requirements.

In the end, Yan Zhenqing successfully bought Yun Fan's creation for him at a price of 20 billion.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Yan will keep it in mind." Yan Zhenqing thanked everyone with his hands.

To this white-haired old man who doesn't play by the rules.

I am willing to spend 20 billion to take pictures of his works and support Longguo’s charity.

In particular, his humble attitude of not relying on his old age made Yunfan respect him even more.

Yan Zhenqing came to Yunfan.

"Mr. Yun, although Yan is over seventy years old, according to the ancient saying, he is already in his seventies, but I have never accepted old age."

"Especially after reading the sentence in your preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion: When you are old, you will be strong. You would rather move your heart with a gray head. When you are poor, you will become stronger. Your ambition will not fall into the blue clouds. It makes me feel much younger."

"Could you please write a heroic piece for me, an old man with gray hair, that makes me feel that I can still fight for my country?"

Hearing this, Yun Fan understood clearly and admired the upright old man beside him even more.

Yun Fan felt that this was very inappropriate and would shorten his life when he heard that this respected man who was old enough to be his grandfather kept calling him Mr. Yun.

"Mr. Yan, I am a junior after all. You don't have to call me Mr. Yun, just call me by my name."

Hearing this, Yan Zhenqing looked at Yun Fan even more highly.

For such a young man, not only is he not arrogant, but he is also humble and polite, which is really rare.

"Then I will call you Little Friend Yun from now on, okay." Yan Zhenqing looked at him lovingly.

"Everything is as you wish, Mr. Yan." Yun Fan smiled and nodded.

After thinking for a while, Yun Fan had chosen a work.

In order to leave a deeper impression on this patriotic old man, I decided to adopt a different creative method.

"Mr. Yan! I wonder if you can calligraphy." Yun Fan looked at him and said seriously.

"Little friend Yun, why do you ask this?" Yan Zhenqing was quite puzzled when he heard this and asked.

Seeing his confusion, Yun Fan explained in detail:

"Mr. Yan! I have a poem in mind that may satisfy you."

"The poem is divided into two sections, upper and lower."

"If you can calligraphy, I will write the upper line first, and then I will read the lower line and you will write it."

"How do you feel about letting you and I complete this piece together?"

Hearing this, Yan Zhenqing smiled happily.

"I know some calligraphy. Xiaoyou Yun's method is very good and wonderful. It is very suitable for me."

Seemingly realizing something, Yan Zhenqing said in surprise: "Wait! Xiaoyou Yun, you have an idea so quickly and have created a work?"

Yun Fan nodded in response, "Yes! I already have a draft in mind,"

Hearing this, Yan Zhenqing's surprise not only did not diminish, but actually increased.

Although I saw Yun Fan composing the "Tengwang Pavilion Preface" live on TV, which was praised by countless people as the first poem of all time,

Now that he had witnessed this monster's quick thinking with his own eyes, he was still shocked.

Subsequently, under the arrangement of the staff, the Four Treasures of the Study were laid out on the stage.

After all, Yan Zhenqing and Wu Jianghe are Yun Fan's elders.

Yun Fan did not dare to trouble the two of them to help him, a junior, polish his ink, so he asked Lin Yanyun, who was still on the stage, to help.

Just when Lin Yanyun was happily thinking about polishing ink for his dream lover.

The Yue Ru singer in the audience came to the stage with a Duanxi blood inkstone, replaced the inkstone on the table, and personally polished Yunfan's ink. She did not want to leave the opportunity to a strange woman.

Lin Yanyun saw clearly the scene of the Duanxi blood inkstone being auctioned just now, and knew the relationship between the two of them.

At this moment, looking at Yue Ruge from close range, her figure and appearance, which she was once proud of, were completely shattered. If we talk about wealth and status, it makes her even more embarrassed.

Compared with the stunning beauties around Yun Fan, she was like an ugly duckling. Lin Yanyun felt sad and left voluntarily.

"Grandpa Yan! I snapped the Duanxi blood inkstone you just participated in the auction and gave it to Yunfan. You won't be angry with me!" Yue Ruge said a little embarrassed.

When Yan Zhenqing came to the stage and said those words just now, Yue Ruge thought of his voice, that of the person who was bidding for the Duanxi Blood Inkstone with her.

Although Yan Zhenqing was Ji Rulan's grandfather, Yue Ruge had very little contact with him. She only had an impression of his appearance and could not recognize his voice at all.

"It's just a trivial matter. If I knew that Little Friend Yun also liked this Duanxi Blood Inkstone, I would have given it to him to play with even if I took a photo of it." Yan Zhenqing waved her hand.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Yun Fan felt a little incredible and felt that the world was really small.

"Ruge, Mr. Yan, it turns out you know each other!"

Yue Ruge looked at Yun Fan while rubbing her ink, "Mr. Yan is Ji Rulan's grandfather, and he is the same generation as my grandfather, so I often call him Grandpa Yan."