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The two of them wandered around Panjiayuan until it was bright daylight. Song Wenyuan bought the re-edited version of "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Zhuan Zhushu" by Qing Guangxu. In addition to Mr. Biyujiao, Kang Tianzhen also bought two Wenwan walnuts and a set of nine-star pigeon whistle. It is an antique that has been around for many years, with a strong historical sentiment.

After dawn, there were more tourists, but there were fewer good things. The two stopped wandering around, had breakfast at a small roadside shop, and went to Guomao Hotel, where the preview of Jiahua Auction's special calligraphy and painting auction was held here.

"Wen Yuan, you are here," Jiang Biying came out to greet her from a distance. She was wearing a cloud brocade cheongsam with a sky blue satin bottom after the rain. On her wrists were two glass bracelets, one jade and one jade. The bright crystal lights in the venue are dazzling, and when you walk towards you, your whole person is as beautiful as a clear and white cloud.

Song Wenyuan looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly thought of the magnolias that bloom everywhere in Nanjing every year when the spring breeze blows. This impression was firmly imprinted in his memory. In the past, the image of her looking forward to the brilliance of today will always appear in her mind.

Kang Tianzhen habitually salivated, "The goddess is so beautiful today, she is so gorgeous!"

"Thank you," Jiang Biying glanced at him arrogantly, looked at Song Wenyuan, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you, lest you suddenly decide not to come."

Kang Tianzhen: "..."

Song Wenyuan said gently, "Let me see how many people are interested in ancient paintings."

"The response to your painting is very popular," Jiang Biying signaled him to look into the exhibition hall. "There are already more than a dozen collectors who have expressed their intention to do private transactions. Zhang from Taiwan, Li from Zhejiang, Wang from Shanxi...they all have a relationship with them. My dad did."

They are no strangers to these collectors who are active in domestic and foreign auction markets. Kang Tianzhen proudly said, "Song Wenyuan's paintings have enough collection value to attract them. It is inevitable that they will be popular. Only a few people are here. Hong Kong How about Liu and He in Macau, the current situation has not met my expectations at all.”

Song Wenyuan rubbed his hair with a smile, "Stop being a good boy."

Jiang Biying sneered at Kang Tianzhen, "This is the Beijing preview, and Shanghai has not yet opened. Why are you so anxious?"

"!!!" Kang Tianzhen grabbed Song Wenyuan's sleeve and shouted, "She despises me!"

Song Wenyuan nodded, looked at Jiang Biying, and said seriously, "You are right, without the auction from Liu and He, there will be no trouble."

"..." Jiang Biying was so shocked that the emeralds didn't even light up.

A staff member came over, "Jiang Zhu, the chairman wants me to tell you to take Mr. Song to lounge No. 3."

Jiang Biying asked, "Why does my dad suddenly want to see Wen Yuan?"

A group of people walked through the exhibition hall to the lounge, and the staff explained, "I don't know very well, it seems that there is a collector who wants to trade privately."

Jiang Biying frowned, "I have already said that Wen Yuan's painting must be auctioned."

The staff said, "The chairman also finds it difficult, but the other party has a lot of background."

Kang Tianzhen held Song Wenyuan's hand, and whispered in his ear, "This is a good time for you to gain fame, no matter what, you must put it up for auction, the collection value of this painting is limitless, don't worry about failing the auction. "

"Well, I know," Song Wenyuan felt in his heart that he was not optimistic. Most of the collectors who can be called "home" have a special status. Do not sell qualifications.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, Jiang Biying stepped in first, "Dad, what's going on?"

"Bi Ying, Wen Yuan, you are here," Mr. Jiang greeted, glanced at Kang Tianzhen, and laughed in surprise, "Oh, Tianzhen is here too."

Kang Tianzhen grinned, "I followed Song Wenyuan to open my eyes. I heard about it as soon as I entered the door. What's the matter? Who is so big?"

"I, am I big enough?" A light laugh sounded from the side.

Kang Tianzhen turned his head to look, his face darkened, and he turned his head to look at Song Wenyuan, his eyes were full of accusations.

"..." Song Wenyuan frowned, "Zhao Liang, what are you doing?"

The man was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, with a pair of slender and straight legs curled up casually, and the stiff trousers wrapped his lower body, not revealing anything, but extremely sexy, except for Zhao Liang, no one could wear the abstinence suit Got such evil thoughts.

He took a sip of tea gracefully, and said with a smile, "How can you use the word "engagement"? My brother is here today to get you a big deal. With a single word of mouth, it can reach hundreds of millions in minutes. How about it, are you excited?"

"Who is the buyer behind you?"

"I can't say that," Zhao Liang said, "but I can reveal a little bit, this time it's an official product, so you don't have to worry about the price."

Kang Tianzhen said with a straight face, "An ancient painting is estimated to be worth [-] million."

Zhao Liang laughed, "Little friend, it's not such a good way to open a lion's mouth. Are you bullying your brother who has never seen the world?" He looked at Mr. Jiang, "Wei Lao loved Huang Gongwang all his life, and copied hundreds of "Fuchun" "Dwelling in the Mountains" is a very sincere purchase of this painting."

Mr. Jiang has been in charge of the auction house for so many years. He naturally knows that Zhao Liang, an abandoned disciple of Huang Xingyun, is very wary of his rhetoric, but he is also afraid of the buyer behind him. After thinking about it for a while, he said to Song Wenyuan, "It's up to you whether you want to trade or not." , but if the person above really likes this painting, you still have to think carefully about it."

Kang Tianzhen muttered, "Which one is it?"

"Anyway, it's someone we can't afford to offend," Song Wenyuan probably knew who it was. There weren't many "Old Wei" who played an important role in the collection circle and loved Huang Gongwang. He glanced at Mr. Jiang and said to Zhao Liang, " Since it is Wei Lao who speaks, I am willing to be beautiful."

Zhao Liang laughed, "You just need to figure it out, how about this, I'll take the painting to Mr. Wei to enjoy..."

"No," Kang Tianzhen interrupted him, "This painting is priceless, and it cannot leave our sight until the transaction is completed."

Zhao Liang looked at him narrowly, "You guys? This painting belongs to Song Wenyuan, what does it have to do with you?"

"The painting belongs to Song Wenyuan," Kang Tianzhen said triumphantly, "but Song Wenyuan is mine!"

"Hahaha," Mr. Jiang laughed heartily, no doubt about him, and praised Kang Tianzhen with a smile, "You boy, you have a way of messing around."

Kang Tian said in a serious tone, "I'm not messing around, I'm telling the truth." He raised Song Wenyuan's finger, his brows and eyes were full of happiness, "We are love..."

"Don't drag the topic away," Jiang Biying interrupted him with a cold face, and said to Zhao Liang, "Kang Tianzhen is right, this painting is too precious to be taken away casually."

Song Wenyuan said, "I'll go with you to see Mr. Wei."

Zhao Liang hesitated for a long time, and after making a cautious phone call to confirm, he nodded, "Yes."

The three of them got into Zhao Liang's car with the ancient painting, and Kang Tianzhen touched the seat curiously, "This is a real Cayenne, Zhao Liang, did you rob the bank?"

"Haha," Zhao Liang laughed, raised his hand and touched his cheek, "It's a gift from my benefactor, how is it?"

Kang Tianzhen opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Why are you so surprised?" Zhao Liang couldn't put it down, and smiled frivolously, "Speaking of which, you are also a rich second generation, why didn't you keep some little stars?"

"I can fall in love, so why should I raise a starlet?" Kang Tianzhen said seriously, "But speaking of it, someone actually cares for you? You are not a starlet."

Zhao Liang laughed, "Just kidding, I'm so old, who would take care of me? If you want to take care of me, I'm a 17 or 8-year-old college student. You're so easy to lie."

"..." Kang Tian was really depressed.

Song Wenyuan rubbed his hair and said to Zhao Liang, "Don't tease him, he is different from you, he will take it seriously."

Zhao Liang sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and crawled slowly on the congested roads in Beijing. After more than two hours, he arrived at a villa area. Don't mention the money, if Mr. Wei is satisfied, we will discuss the price after the specific price comes out."

Song Wenyuan frowned, "Isn't Mr. Wei the buyer?"

"It's his son," said Zhao Liang. "After seeing the catalog, I thought my father would like it. I bought it to be filial to the old man. The old man was born as a student soldier and had a very high cultural accomplishment. Talking about money is vulgar."

Song Wenyuan understood.

The villa is antique, the furniture and furnishings are all antiques, but there is no stale feeling brought by these old things. A coffee table and a chair are very comfortable.

The room is very bright. The spacious floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with light screens, which not only block the glare of the sun, but also do not affect the lighting. There are a few pots of green plants on the red sandalwood table in front of the window. Kang Tianzhen took a look and exclaimed, " Fuck, this orchid is the best!"

"Huh?" Song Wenyuan looked along his line of sight and saw a beautiful woman taking care of several pots of orchids. The flowers bloomed with lotus petals and plain hearts. She looked very graceful, but he knew nothing about orchids, and he couldn't see anything unique about them. "This orchid is really beautiful, is it the best?"

Kang Tianzhen said, "This is called Suguan Heding. It has won the special gold medal of the China Orchid Expo for five consecutive years. When it appeared at the Asia-Pacific Orchid Conference in 5, 2010 million plants were priced but not marketed. This old Wei is awesome. He planted 1500 plants in the pot."

"That's amazing," an old voice sounded from the side, "These plants were cultivated by my secretary himself."

Everyone turned their heads and saw a hale and hearty old man coming down the stairs. He looked to be [-] years old, with a very strong body, and he could walk on the ground without the help of a nanny when going up and down the stairs.

This is Old Wei who can make other people's heads shake by stomping their feet.

When everyone was seated, Kang Tianzhen praised, "Your secretary is really good. The odds of winning a bet on downhill orchids are very low, and they can be cultivated so well, which shows that they are geniuses." "The beautiful woman who made flowers by the window made tea and brought it, and put a kiln multicolored tureen in front of Old Wei. The others used Longquan celadon. The fresh and tender tea leaves were shaped like lotus hearts. In the green porcelain bowl of Qianfeng very beautiful.

A teacup was placed on the coffee table in front of him, Song Wenyuan nodded politely, "Thank you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the beautiful woman with an unconcealable shock on his face.

Kang Tianzhen asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" "No, it's nothing." Song Wenyuan came back to his senses instantly, shook his head slightly, and chuckled, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Mr. Wei smiled cheerfully, "Is Xiao Song from Nanjing?" "Yes," Song Wenyuan said, "a native of Nanjing." "I have been to Nanjing," Mr. Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling with some emotion, "The roadsides are covered with thick paulownia, and the streets are full of fallen leaves in autumn, which is as beautiful as an oil painting."

Kang Tianzhen laughed, "That's all in the past. I've seen old photos from before, and they look much better than now."

Old Wei looked at him with interest, "Who is this kid?" "My name is Kang Tianzhen." Kang Tianzhen patted Song Wenyuan's arm and said loudly, "It's his boyfriend."

With a bang, the beautiful woman bumped into the door frame of the kitchen with the empty tea tray, covered her forehead, turned around and smiled apologetically at everyone, and walked into the kitchen as if fleeing.

Zhao Liang glared at Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan smiled helplessly, and said to Wei Laodao, "I'm sorry, my friend made you laugh because of his outspokenness."