Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

As the former helmsman of the Murong family who has retired behind the scenes but still has the final say, Murong Baba certainly knows the reason why President Murong Ba sent these children here at this time.

What do old people like most? Of course, they like their grandchildren. What is more popular among old people than their grandchildren? What is more popular among old people than their grandchildren is a group of grandchildren.

Murong Baba warmly welcomed the arrival of his four grandchildren and could hardly hide his excitement. He had arranged classes for them long ago and asked the servants to sort out the collections in the house according to dynasties and categories.

Not only were they classified according to dynasties and placed in spaces of different humidity and brightness, the old man even mischievously had the servants mix a few fake items that had just been produced last week among the treasures to amuse them.

There are so many exhibits that they are not even protected by glass covers. Compared with the private collections here without glass, the shock brought by the museum with glass is of course more obvious.

As soon as Song Pingqing entered the collection room, he was so stunned by the dazzling array of jewels and precious stones that he dared not move.

The thought involuntarily emerged in my mind: "When I was young and ignorant, I only felt that the glamorous world was full of money and dazzling people's eyes——"

The difference is that in the previous life, this BGM often appeared with crispy college students, while in this life it appears with these crispy antiques.

Exclusive BGM for Crispy Things.

Only this time it was the soul that was crispy.

Murong Baba wanted to tease them, so in the first class he chose a trick that looked the most amusing, and Wu Qiming was designed to knock over a pottery jar.

It was fitting that Wu Qiming encountered this incident. His round body accidentally rubbed heavily against the display cabinet when passing by it, and the cabinet was not fixed to the ground.

Song Pingqing had just complained about the unreasonable design in his mind when he saw the clay pot shaking violently a few times on the table and then fell down.

Song Pingqing's reaction was almost subconscious. She quickly reached out and grabbed the pottery jar firmly in her hand. She quickly lifted it up and held it in her arms.

The speed was so steady, accurate and ruthless, just like a miner grabbing gold in a gold mine.

Murong Baba walked at the back, and he was dumbfounded by the smooth series of operations:

There is such a capable person around my granddaughter? This is incredible. That son of a bitch has found a treasure.

Wu Qiming's face turned pale. When he turned around and looked at Song Pingqing, he wanted to kneel down on the spot and call him daddy.

Although Wu Qiming did not do so, his throat still burst out with a cry full of affection: "Brother, my brother - my good brother - I love you so much -"

The voice was so corny that Murong Xue and Liu Junxi couldn't help but get goose bumps all over their bodies.

Song Pingqing really wanted to kick him twice if she didn't have the jar in her hand.

After Song Pingqing scooped up the things, he realized belatedly what he had scooped up. He was stunned for a moment and his posture became stiff.

"Xiao Wu, are you touched to have such a good friend?" Murong Baba is indeed an old fox. Seeing this scene, he said happily.

"I don't know if he's touched or not, but I really don't dare to move now."

Indeed, at this moment, the only part of Song Pingqing's body that was moving was his mouth.

"It's okay. That was from last week. I asked them to put it here for your reference." Murong Baba replied, "The young man responded well. Very good, very good."

There are too many complaints about this. After Song Pingqing's ICU was running for five seconds: Gah———

This old man is a real dog. If the thing in her hand is real, she will have to work for the Murong family for the rest of her life.

Song Pingqing smiled on the surface, but in his heart he was mumbling. He placed the jar steadily on the table and looked at Wu Qiming: "Lose weight."

The tone was gnashing of teeth, as if the subtext was: If you don't lose weight, grandma will kill you.

Murong Baba watched their interaction with a bright smile on his face, but he didn't expect to be called out the next second.

"Grandpa, your workers are really unprofessional. They were able to sneak in last week's stuff."

Murong Xue said this very suddenly, with a tone of arrogance and criticism, "This display stand is not fixed properly, what if it hurts me?"

Murong Baba understood immediately that Murong Xue was standing up for justice. This was rare. He didn't know when his granddaughter had learned to display the "chivalrous spirit".

The old man couldn't help but think about the reason why she spoke up to fight for justice -

Murong Baba automatically ignored the plump and round Wu Qiming. Although he felt that the child was very blessed, this appearance was definitely not in line with the aesthetic taste of his precious granddaughter.

Looking at the handsome "boy" standing next to him in a handsome black outfit, even though he was an old man, he felt that Song Pingqing was quite good-looking and had a good demeanor.

Well, it's acceptable. It's just the surname Song, I haven't heard of it in the circle. Could it be that after he retired to the second line, some new upstarts emerged?

So Murong Baba looked at Song Pingqing and asked, "Young man, where are you from?"

Song Pingqing didn't realize that Murong Baba was asking her, and thought he was asking Wu Qiming. After all, Murong Baba addressed him as "boy!".

As a result, Wu Qiming pulled him and he looked at Murong Baba, and saw that the other party was indeed smiling at him with a loving face.

Song Pingqing was very familiar with this look. It was exactly the look that grandparents gave their grandchildren.

Song Pingqing looked strange and pointed at himself: "You ask me?"

"of course."

"My father is a gardener in your villa, and my mother is a cook in your villa." Song Pingqing said concisely.

Murong Baba was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but doubt that a servant could actually teach such an excellent and respectable child.

However, when he suddenly remembered Murong Xue's protection of him just now, Murong Baba's face turned dark.

The arrogance and prejudice of the superior made him involuntarily begin to doubt the purpose of this pretty boy in front of him coming to Murong Xue.

However, the next second, this conspiracy theory was broken.

"By the way, I'm a girl, don't call me boy. Thank you, Grandpa, I wish you good health and all the best."

Ah? Girl?

Murong Baba is almost 70 years old. When he was young, he was very ambitious in the business world and he has experienced all kinds of ups and downs.

As a result, when I was old, I was dazzled by the gender of a child, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that my eyesight was not good because I was old.

They say old children are always children. Murong Baba has already played such a prank, and he is still not satisfied. He keeps playing all kinds of pranks.

Putting aside the various inexplicable pranks that are hard to guard against, Murong Baba’s lectures are actually not boring.

On the contrary, because of his wealthy family background, he has been knowledgeable since childhood. When faced with these antique gem collections, his explanations are detailed, meticulous, popular and vivid.

If we just talk about listening to his lectures, it is really a pleasure.

After a few days of classes, even someone like Song Pingqing, who had never seen luxury antiques in his previous life, could name a few similar exhibits after listening to his explanation.

A bag from Hermès?

Oh, Song Pingqing is not trying to brag, let alone get a free seat, even the boss of the Bulldogs can’t get a seat here.

When marketed products are placed together with truly inherited luxury goods, it is like opening a counter next to a museum.

You can buy things from a counter, but can you buy things from a museum?

There is really too much difference to compare.

Murong Baba was very straightforward about Song Pingqing's pranks. Most of the time, when she picked up an object and examined it carefully, she would blurt out, "Although this little thing is beautiful, its market value is only about 300 million. It's nothing."

When he saw Song Pingqing's hand trembling, Murong Baba would reveal a smug smile as if he had successfully pulled off a prank.

Song Pingqing?

She did it on purpose. Don't forget that the purpose of their business is to select collections that can fetch the highest price at auction.

Oh, even though Murong Baba is an old man, a man in his seventies is still the son of a man of one hundred and eight years old, right? !

Song Pingqing: Play him! ! Grandma must play him! !

Next time, when Song Pingqing encounters a collection with a market value of 300 million yuan, he will not be so nervous.

Then Murong Baba began to scare her with more valuable collections.

It soared from 300 million to more than 1 billion, and when it was finally impossible to evaluate the market price, Murong Baba would sigh quietly: "This thing is a priceless treasure."

"I understand." Song Pingqing put the things back, "This thing is free."

She was not frightened, and said such irritating words so calmly. Murong Baba couldn't help but glared at her: "What do you mean by not wanting money? Try not wanting money!"

"You can't afford it." Song Pingqing sighed, "I won't choose this."

If you have to choose, you have to choose a controversial one.

Cut the so-called "love tax" heavily in areas where plots are most likely to occur!

Song Pingqing went to Murong Ba to ask for the list of people who would be attending the auction, and then went to Wu Qiming to gossip about the love, hatred and vengeance of the characters in the auction.

"Brother, why are you suddenly so interested in gossip?"

Wu Qiming looked at the names on the list and racked his brains to come up with only seven or eight pieces of gossip. Seeing that Song Pingqing was still unwilling to give up, he could only hold his forehead helplessly and said, "I really don't have any more."

Helplessly, Song Pingqing could only reluctantly choose to give up gossiping and instead study strategies to trigger a "love tax".

By the time Song Pingqing had figured out and planned a marketing strategy, the teaching on collection identification had come to an end.

In just twenty days, it felt like I had participated in an orientation training course. I was exhausted but also gained a lot.

On the afternoon when the teaching content was officially announced to be over, Murong Baba led them into a collection room.

There are a dazzling array of items of all sizes inside, with more than a thousand collections stored there.

Of course, the Murong family was not so generous as to take out all the collections and let them choose as they please.

After all, all the funds raised from this auction will be used entirely for the foundation to aid poor students, and when a foundation has too much money, it is difficult to guarantee the purity of the foundation.

"Within two hours, you must select the items that you think can be auctioned for the highest price." Murong Baba gestured for them to put on their gloves. "After you have made your selection, bring your selected items to find me in the study on the second floor."

After saying that, he pressed the timer and turned to go out.

Murong Xue walked around the room and picked up one at random. After all, she grew up in a wealthy life, so the item she picked up at random was the top-notch collection in the whole room.

Wu Qiming exclaimed: "Ahhhhhhh am I blind? Such a wonderful collection is right in front of me, and I didn't even notice it at all!"

Collection: It was a wrong investment after all.

Murong Xue just responded with a very calm look, took the things and walked to the door of the collection room, opened the door: "I have chosen it, I will go back first, you guys take your time, there is no rush."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, and the remaining three people slowly struggled in the collection room.

Murong Xue walked to the study upstairs, sat next to her grandfather Murong Baba, and watched the images on the monitor with him.

"Who do you think is the best?" Murong Baba asked.

At this moment, Liu Junxi was carefully observing each collection, and seemed to be trying hard to remember the appearance of the collection. While looking, he would occasionally make marks on his notebook.

Very serious, meticulous and a hard-working person.

Wu Qiming seemed much more anxious. He paced around the room, wishing that the top-grade collections would fall directly in front of him. Occasionally, he would stare at a few valuable collections for a while, and then continue to pace around.

Well...the child has aesthetic taste, but he is a little impetuous.

Only Song Pingqing, with her hands behind her back, walked slowly and calmly, as if she was watching an exhibition, and occasionally turned her head to exchange a few words with Liu Junxi.

Not like a kid at all.

There was no sound from the surveillance video, and Murong Xue could guess that they were discussing the value of the goods.

Soon, Liu Junxi picked out the collection he wanted, which was a piece of porcelain from the Song Dynasty.

Only Song Pingqing and Wu Qiming were left in the room. Song Pingqing naturally took over the notebook in which Liu Junxi had just taken notes.

"Song Pingqing." Murong Xue replied.

"Do you trust her so much?" Murong Baba asked, "Are you not afraid that she has ulterior motives?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Murong Xue picked up a peeled grape and ate it nonchalantly. "If the Murong family can lift them up, they can also make them fall down."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn't care at all.

Murong Baba looked at her deeply and said, "I hope you can remember what I said today."

"There is one more thing. What are you going to do about the Liu brothers and sisters?" Murong Baba's face darkened. "I thought you would take action in the next few months."

Murong Baba set out the chessboard and placed a black piece first, then signaled with his eyes that Murong Xue should place her piece to play chess.

"It's not easy. We can't do it for now." Murong Xue sat down opposite her grandfather, but her expression didn't change, as if she had already anticipated that her grandfather would ask this question.

Murong Xue played with the small collection in her hand: "It is impossible for someone to be 100% loyal to you after taking your money. Liu Junjie is a sophisticated egoist. The way she avoids trouble determines that she will not pass on the news."