Fusheng Chronicle

The Baishou Ruyu bought by Zhou Shengxiao for 600 million yuan was thrown to the ground by him, and it was torn apart.

"You, you are a torture that can be called quartering!"

The one who spoke was Old Wu, an antique collector who has become more and more popular in recent years. He just bid 500 million yuan to take this jade.

He was full of regret, and when he looked at Zhou Shengxiao, it was as if he was looking at an annoying rich second generation: "A person like you, what else can you do other than being rich! You threw such a precious antique away, and it was a waste of money. It will be condemned by God!"

The third master sneered, "Old Wu, look at your dog eyes wide, is our son Zhou a person who will be punished by heaven?"

Old Wu's face froze, his whole body turned petrified: "He, is he Lord Zhou?"

It is well known in the industry that there are six Fusheng shops, headed by Lord Zhou of Nanzhou.

I have heard of Lord Zhou's great reputation, but no one has ever seen his face.

When I saw him today, if it wasn't for the third master's suggestion, Lao Wu would never believe that the young and handsome young man in front of him would be the cruel and merciless Master Zhou.

Zhou Shengxiao smiled slightly, "Xiao will be born next week, and he will be called Lord Zhou in the industry."

The surrounding audience gasped.

"As for what you said about being violent, I can give an explanation." Zhou Shengxiao brushed the dust off his sleeves, and said, "I wonder if Mr. Wu has ever heard that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers?"

"This Southern Song Dynasty Baishou Ruyu was originally offered by the royal family. It is not one, but a pair. I already have one in my family. If it is sold alone, the price is enough to speculate for tens of millions. As the saying goes, rare things are more expensive. Jade Ruyi, what does Mr. Wu think they are worth?"

Old Wu was sweating on his forehead, "Yes, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I still hope that Master Zhou is Haihan..."

Zhou Shengxiao's slender eyes narrowed slightly, in the eyes of others, it was the ultimate temptation.Those who came to participate in this auction were all well-known in the industry, so they had naturally heard of Lord Zhou of Nanzhou.

It's just that they never thought that this master would be an indifferent young man so handsome that his gender was almost blurred.

Zhou Shengxiao stepped over the pile of debris on the ground and walked out with strides.After the third master, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"In addition to the serious troubles in his heart, it's hard for Master Zhou to make up such a reasonable and well-founded statement." The third master smiled very happily.

Zhou Shengxiao stood at the door, the moonlight sprinkled the floor.He cut his hair short and wore long clothes and trousers. The third master was in a trance: "Now that I see you, I feel that you have truly integrated into this society."

In the past, the third master always thought that characters like Zhou Shengxiao were written in ancient books.Now, after all, he has the appearance of a modern man.

Zhou Shengxiao said goodbye to the third master, and when he returned, he saw a familiar figure on the side of the road.

Miao Changfeng squatted under the streetlight, holding a mobile phone in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.His profile cast a shadow, so quiet it reminded one of a Persian cat.

"Why are you here?"

As he got closer, Zhou Shengxiao realized that the red mole on Miao Changfeng's ear was as red as glowing, which was extremely dazzling.

Miao Changfeng raised his head at once, his normally serious and indifferent face towards the students now looked obedient, with a strange sense of grievance.He thought for a while and said, "I'm here to watch the scenery."

"Oh." Zhou Shengxiao's face was cold, and he passed Miao Changfeng and walked forward.

"Stop!" Miao Changfeng stood up and said, "Where did you go just now?"

Zhou Shengxiao stopped, frowned, suddenly remembered something, and continued walking forward.

"Nothing to do with you."

Under the moonlight, the man's slender shadow gradually drifted away.

Miao Changfeng was stunned, and felt pain like a tear in his heart.

……

In the 16th year of the Republic of China ([-]), autumn.

It was dry and dry, and the wind was howling.Even though winter has not yet arrived, people coming and going in the city are already wrapped in thick winter coats.

Some people say that today's late autumn is like the season of the dead.Just the civilians who froze to death, hundreds of corpses were transported out during this period.

It seemed that once the officers and soldiers arrived, this once prosperous city might turn into a deserted city.

There are candied haws sellers on the road, and they closed their stalls early.Nearby shops closed their doors before dark.When the cold wind blows, the torn newspapers on the ground are flying all over the sky, which is really desolate.

Far away, a rickshaw drove over.

The well-dressed coachman was smiling and pulling the car hard, as if he was as relaxed as if he was in the clouds.Sitting in the car was a young man in military uniform, very thin and tall, wearing a military cap slanted, with a pointed chin exposed halfway, looking as delicate as a woman.

The broken hair was blown up by the wind, exposing the red mole on the boy's left ear.

The rickshaw stopped at the entrance of a small alley, the driver rubbed his frozen hands, turned his face and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Master, Master Zhou's mansion has arrived."

The young man sat upright, straightened his military uniform, and put on the crooked hat, revealing an overly handsome face.It looks very immature, not like a soldier at all.

"Okay." He got out of the car, took out the wallet from his pocket, took out a few small silver coins, and threw them into the driver's arms.

"Thank you, thank you young master." The coachman held the money.

The young man stood at the entrance of the alley. He took out two theater tickets from his trouser pocket, looked at them again and again, and then slowly walked into the depths of the alley.

"Tell me, why don't you go to the theater with me!"

Miao Changfeng almost squeezed the theater ticket in his hand into a ball. He said in a cold voice, "I managed to get this, Boss Duan's "Farewell My Concubine"!"

Zhou Shengxiao, who was sitting on an Ewha recliner, was reading a daily newspaper wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses.Xu's voice was too loud, so he finally raised his head and looked at the boy indifferently: "You can ask others to watch."

"No!" Miao Changfeng said, "I just want you to see it."

Zhou Shengxiao couldn't remember how many times he had watched "Farewell My Concubine", he really couldn't get interested.In the end, there was really nothing to do with Miao Changfeng, so he had to take the ticket and agree to go forward.

This was the first time he compromised with Miao Changfeng in this life, and it was also the last time.

Half a month later, the first light snow fell in the city.The height accumulated in the ground is not even as thick as ordinary cloth shoes. When you step on it hard, it will form snow.

The snow fluttered in the sky, and Boss Duan, a famous actor who is well-known all over the country, came to Nancheng in such a snow.

Although people don't have enough to eat and wear warm clothes nowadays, there are still people who are rushing to buy theater tickets.On the day of the actual opening, although it was freezing cold and snowing heavily, the gate of Liyuan was full of people.

The young master in military uniform was wearing a white fox fur, which made his little face pale.Holding the ticket, he murmured, "He probably won't come..."

As soon as the gongs and drums beat, the performance in the pear garden is about to begin.

The servant bent over, "Master, just wait a little longer. The mansion has sent someone to invite Mr. Zhou, and he should be there soon."

Miao Changfeng's hands were red with cold, and he stroked the lines on the theater ticket over and over again, half leaning against the gate of the opera theater.Half of his face looked as cold and hard as if it was a snowy day.

The rickshaw finally arrived.The people who got out of the car were still dressed in black and red-edged Hanfu that had not changed for thousands of years, and they wore a thick coat.

Miao Changfeng stepped forward a few steps, his cold and hard expression immediately melted like ice and snow, and his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile: "Come in, the show is about to begin."

Zhou Shengxiao looked down at the young man's hands, and said coldly, "Come here, add another piece of clothes to Master Miao."

Then the voice dropped a little, "Don't let him freeze to death."

Miao Changfeng was even happier, he thought that Zhou Shengxiao was caring about him duplicity.

But there is a lesson to be learned, Zhou Shengxiao was really afraid that he would freeze to death.In one life, Miao Changfeng froze to death unintentionally, causing him to continue to wait for a long time.

At the end of the song, Zhou Shengxiao felt bored and left first.

"Stop!" Miao Changfeng said aggrievedly, "Are you leaving me alone again?"

"There is no connection between me and you."

It was a long time later that Miao Changfeng understood this truth.

Because it is too within reach, I think it belongs to me, and the result will definitely be beyond redemption.

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I will update it again, everyone remember to collect it