cute naive

Such a sudden rebellion, which caught people off guard, obviously hit the breaking point. Song Wenyuan's astonished expression seemed to show that what Old Man Li said was true. For a while, the meeting room almost lost control, and the reporters swarmed up. To poke Song Wenyuan in the face, the long spear and short stick were stretched out in front of him, and the scrambled questions made everyone's brains almost explode.

"Mr. Song, is what this old man said true?"

"Did you hold his family hostage to coerce him to give false testimony for you?"

"The reason why you initiated this appraisal meeting and poured dirty water on Mr. Kembard, is it really the same as Huang Lao said, for the sake of fame?"

"Mr. Song..."

"Song..."

"Enough!" Kang Tianzhen couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the auditorium, and strode to the conference table.

Song Wenyuan obviously didn't expect him to explode suddenly, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while. He watched Kang Tianzhen walking step by step in a daze, and found that this young man seemed to have some unknown magic power. Every step he took, Let yourself love him even more, and when he walks through the crowd to your side, you will no longer see others in your eyes.

Kang Tianzhen raised his head slightly, looked at Song Wenyuan for a moment, then turned around, stood in front of him, faced the reporters' long guns and short cannons, and snorted coldly, "It's all acting, can't you see it?" He grabbed Li Ertie by the collar, lifted him up roughly, stared into his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "That day in Hubei, you and your son and friends blackmailed me. If Song Wenyuan hadn't been for Song Wenyuan, I would have been killed by you." Tear it up, Kembard bought your homestead and dug up the ancient tomb, you were unbalanced, sneaked back to the house and stole this book, how dare you lie now?"

Li Ertie trembled in panic, "I...I..."

"Counsel!" Kang Tianzhen threw him away, shook his hands in disgust, turned to look at the three experts sitting at the conference table, he snorted coldly, "In front of my Kong family, you three brothers can also count Expert? Heh, I laughed so hard," he saw the "Zhouyi Original Meaning" placed in a beech wood box, raised his hand and pressed it on the wooden box, as if holding a Bible to swear, and said solemnly, "I, Kang Tianzhen, believe that Song Wenyuan, this book is genuine, but it has been faked by some mercenary bad guys, it comes from the tomb of Tao Zhongwen in Hubei, it should be donated to the country, and it cannot be auctioned."

"Children, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense," expert Cao Zhenyu smiled relaxedly, and smiled to the people around him, "Where did this kid come from, let him go home and play quickly, this kind of solemn The occasion is not a place where he can make trouble."

Jiang Biying said coldly, "He is the heir of the centuries-old Confucian family, the great-grandson of Kong Changweng who ranked second in the top ten young masters, and the disciple of Luo Zigeng who appreciated the ancient Xuan, and even the jewel in the palm of Kang Chunjie, the official kiln king."

Kang Tianzhen whispered, "Hey, Goddess, the word 'Pearl in the Palm' is a bit weird..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Biying glanced at him in distaste, "This word is meant for boys."

"But now it's mostly used to talk about girls..."

"To shut up!"

On the one hand, there is a fierce dispute over the usage of a word, on the other hand, Cao Zhenyu's smile has froze on his face. In recent years, the reputation of the Confucius family has risen sharply. Although he is also a famous collector called Taishan Beidou, compared with the Kong family, the collection with a lot of gimmicks and few authentic works may not even catch up with the tip of the iceberg.

He said awkwardly, "Hey...kids do have a high enough starting point...but no matter how high the starting point is, at such a young age, there should be some..."

"His eyesight is better than yours," Jiang Biying said bluntly, she stood up gracefully, and put her hand on the wooden box containing the books, "I, Jiang Biying, believe in Song Wenyuan."

Pop... There was a sound of a pistachio being squeezed open, Wang Sanxiao threw a nut into his mouth, walked in lazily, and said to Song Wenyuan, "Let this old kiwi fight back, it's my brother, I'm unreliable in doing things , I am so sorry."

Song Wenyuan chuckled, "It's not your fault, it's because the enemy is too cunning."

"Haha," Wang San grinned with an evil smile, took out a bronze mirror from his pocket, Shi Shiran tidied up his hair that was as neat as wax, and then smiled at the camera, "I, Wang Sanxiao, trust Song Wenyuan."

"You children, stop messing around!" Huang Xingyun said heavily, "What are you taking this appraisal meeting for? Playing house? If you can solve it by standing in a team, then why does President Jiang need to mobilize people to hold an appraisal meeting? Appraisal It's not hot-headed, and it's not brotherly loyalty, but it has to rely on facts."

"That's very well said," the young man who had been sitting beside Kembard suddenly stood up and applauded vigorously. He looked at Huang Xingyun with tears in his eyes and expressed his admiration, and said affectionately, "Huang Xingyun Old man, your zeal and conscience have left an indelible impression on my young heart."

"..." Huang Xingyun was dumbfounded by this brag.

Kembard reprimanded, "Secretary Hong, what nonsense are you talking about, please sit down."

Hong Yang smiled hippie, "I don't!"

"..." Kembard suddenly widened his eyes, "You!"

"Hey," Hong Yang left his seat, walked up to Song Wenyuan, turned around and glanced at the old men sitting in front of the conference table, with a bright smile on his face, "Today was really a good show, and it opened my eyes, junior." He pointed at Kembard with a livid face, and asked everyone with a smile, "What benefit did he give you? To make you dare to fool everyone. Is it money? Is it a transaction? Is it a shameful joint speculation? You can't be called at all." Collectors, you are just antique investors looking for profit!"

Huang Xingyun's face turned blue and then pale, and suddenly he said angrily to his assistant, "What about the security guard, this person is already crazy, hurry up and drive him out!"

"You're crazy." Hong Yang took out his phone and swipe his fingers a few times, "Play music for everyone to cheer up."

Do you need music at this time?Obviously it is not necessary, everyone understands it, and for a while, the conference room like a pigsty is miraculously quiet, only to hear a substandard Chinese from the mobile phone: "Look at the quality, where is it?" And the smell of unearthed cultural relics? No matter how you look at it, it is a rare book, and in the eyes of those bibliophiles, this is the only one in China."

Another voice said obsequiously, "My lord, the people under your command are really good at craftsmanship. I heard that this book has been unearthed for a month, and it has been repaired without any trace."

"Hey, my people just made some embellishments. The real restorer is Huang Lao's stupid apprentice. He has good craftsmanship, but his brain is so stupid. He actually donated this priceless Song edition book to the museum."

"Hahaha, didn't it end up in your hands? It's just the book stamp on this book..."

The sound stopped abruptly, but the entire conference room was already boiling, regardless of the reporters who were like frying pans, Mr. Jiang, who had been sitting upright all the time, couldn't believe it. He looked at Kembard angrily, "You! You it turns out……"

Although his ears are soft, he is a person who loves antiques. He was trembling with anger, pointing his trembling fingers at the three experts who were still invincible just now, "And you..."

The faces of the three of them changed like traffic lights. It's not that they haven't been slapped in the face for so many years, but they have never been slapped in the face so quickly and directly. This crisp and clean slap made them almost want to get out of the cracks in the ground up.

That Cao Zhenyu coughed twice, and tried to defend himself, "The appraisal itself is difficult to draw conclusions, so ordinary masters rarely issue appraisal reports. I heard that a unit once invited three experts from the National Appraisal Committee to adopt back-to-back appraisal reports." Ways to identify a cultural relic..."

"Shut up," Wang Sanxiao stopped him angrily, humming, "Do you want me to reveal all the wicked things you have done these years?"

"You... calm down..." Cao Zhenyu immediately fell silent.

The one after another twists and turns made the reporters almost lose track of the rhythm. At this moment, Hong Yang was surrounded and asked all kinds of questions in a hurry.

Hong Yang was generous, put one hand on Song Wenyuan's shoulder, and introduced to the reporters, "This is my buddy, Fa Xiaoer, who wore a pair of crotch pants since he was a child. He was very good when he was in elementary school, and he was especially attractive to little girls. Then The teacher also liked him very much..."

Tons of nonsense were thrown at me, and the exquisite makeup of the reporters could hardly stop the boredom on their faces: Who wants to hear you recall your primary school days?Can you change the subject without thinking about it?To make a long story short, everyone's time is precious!

Twenty minutes later, Hong Yang finally moved from elementary school to university, "Wen Yuan couldn't afford to go to school before he graduated from junior high school, so he rolled up his clothes and dropped out of school to become an apprentice to old man Huang. Notice... What are you asking? Do I have a personal grudge against Kembard? Are you kidding me? I respect the old gentleman very much. He is a foreign devil who knows all kinds of unspoken rules. I love and respect the most in this world. Apart from the red sun of our country, the old man is the old man, but there is no way, there is an indelible national hatred between us, more than 10 years ago, the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China..."

Journalists are going crazy.

"The hatred of the country is so high, I must draw a clear line, no matter how much I love the old man, I must endure the pain and kill my relatives righteously, because..." Hong Yang grabbed his chest and his face was full of grief, and he shouted angrily, "Because I I am a Chinese! I love my motherland!"

Clap, clap...Kang Tianzhen and Wang Sanxiao clapped at the same time, their eyes sparkling, and the admiration they contained couldn't be described in words.

The reporters didn't want to play with them anymore. At this moment, a reporter suddenly noticed that Kembard was leaving the meeting room accompanied by his assistant, and quickly shouted, "Mr. Kembard, please stay!"

These words immediately stung a hornet's nest, and the reporters surrounding Hong Yang immediately abandoned him as if grasping at straws, chasing him to the door.

The assistant walked out protecting Kenbad with one hand, pushed away the reporters who were chasing him with the other hand, and shouted, "Our boss does not accept any interviews! Get out of the way! If you have any questions, please communicate with our lawyers! Don't block the way! We do not accept interviews." !Ah...the boss has a heart attack! Need a doctor! Doctor! Find a doctor!!!”