Little Mr. is one hundred years old

By the time Qing Huan came back, it was already approaching the Spring Festival.As soon as he came back, he was invited by Lou Zhao to participate in an auction——

"Why did you invite me to go? Why don't you go by yourself?" Qing Huan said.

"Because Mr. Xiao, you should understand this aspect very well."

"..."

Early the next morning, Lou Zhao's car drove to the gate of the lakeside community. He called Qing Huan in the car, and it took a long time for him to answer the phone——

"Hello?" Qing Huan's voice was in a daze, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Hearing Qing Huan's voice, Lou Zhao smiled and said, "Are you awake? I'll wait for you at the gate of your community."

Qing Huan paused: "Oh, just wait for me."

"it is good."

About 10 minutes later, Qing Huan's figure appeared—he was wearing a large blue-gray down jacket, a black wool cap on his head, a large beige scarf around his neck, a bag on his back, and his hands in the Walking over slowly in the pocket - the whole person is wrapped like a ball.

The bodyguard opened the door for Qing Huan, and when Qing Huan got into the car, she heard Lou Zhao who was already sitting in the car ask herself: "Is it cold?"

Qing Huan put the backpack in front of her body: "Of course it's cold."

"Didn't you go to Japan before, isn't Japan colder?" Lou Zhao said.

Qing Huan thought for a while: "It's really cold..." And at that time, he was thrown into the snow with only his bathrobe on. Recalling the scene at that time, he felt goose bumps.

"Then you still go to Japan...is it because of the person who went with you?" Lou Zhao continued to ask.

"How do you know that I went to Japan with others?" Qing Huan asked puzzled.

"I don't think you would want to go alone." Lou Zhao said, "Shouldn't it be a girl?"

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I don't have any female friends who are close enough to hang out with."

"That's your male friend who has a good relationship with you?" Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "Then is my relationship with Mr. Xiao good enough to go out and play together?"

"You..." Qing Huan avoids the important and takes the light: "What's the comparison?" Qing Huan doesn't like to deal with people who are too thoughtful, and Lou Zhao is a mature man with complicated experiences, compared to Gu Yuehua who also can't see clearly , at least Gu Yuehua himself knows his cards, and humans are the most difficult to see clearly...

"It seems," Lou Zhao looked ahead, "I'm going to work harder."

Qing Huan didn't talk, she took out a box of chocolates from her bag, opened it, took out one and stuffed it into her mouth - it was cherry flavored.He took out another one and handed it to Lou Zhao: "Do you want it?"

Lou Zhao took it over, "Thank you."

The driver in the front seat saw it in the rearview mirror, and was amazed—isn't this young master who doesn't like chocolate?It seems that Mr. Bai is really powerful...

The venue of the auction was a meeting place, and all the participants were in suits and leather shoes. Qing Huan was the one who was dressed most casually, and she was regarded as an outlier among them.

Entering the venue, Qing Huan had to take off her down jacket - the central air conditioner inside was turned on high, so those men and women who only wore thin suits and suits were so comfortable.

Qing Huan took off her down jacket, and inside was a black sweater, paired with blue jeans and brown short boots, simple and clean, but her beautiful and flawless face had a bit of classic charm.What's more, standing next to him is Lou Zhao, which attracted many people's attention.

Lou Zhao winked at the bodyguard behind him, and the bodyguard stepped forward and said to Qing Huan, "Xiao Mister, let me get it."

Qing Huan handed him the down jacket: "Thank you then."

"Mr. Lou, this way please." A man in uniform and glasses came over and guided them forward.

Qing Huan followed Lou Zhao and saw many people greeting Lou Zhao, their attitudes were warm, while Lou Zhao nodded politely in response, but somewhat indifferent.

The location of Lou Zhao is in the middle of the front, and you can clearly see the scene on the stage.

As soon as she sat down, Qing Huan asked, "What is the auction today?"

"The others don't matter, the finale is what I want."

The auction started, the host came out, and Qing Huan looked at the collections displayed on the stage from the audience—and when those collections started to be auctioned, no matter how fiercely others bid, Lou Zhao remained indifferent until the last piece After the collection was pushed out, Lou Zhaocai sat up straight and focused his eyes.

"The finale collection is the most important thing in our auction." The host laid out a lot of words before removing the red cloth covering the glass, and the light hit the glass On the top of the cabinet, the audience sighed—"This double dragon white jade vase was collected in the palace of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was Taizong's favorite in his later years. There is also a personal seal of Tang Taizong at the bottom of the vase."

The white jade vase in the glass cabinet was half a meter high, the jade was transparent and moist, and a lifelike dragon was carved on the body of the vase, as if it would fly away from the jade at any time...

"There is only one dragon, why is it called 'Double Dragon'?" Someone asked.

The host explained: "Because this white jade is selected from the top-quality Hetian jade, the body of the jade is transparent, and it forms double shadows under the light, which means double dragons."

Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, under the lighting of the scene, there really seemed to be a dragon shadow on Na Yu's body.

"Okay, let's start bidding now, with a reserve price of 80."

As soon as the host finished speaking, Lou Zhao, who was sitting next to Qing Huan, raised a sign: "500 million."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Originally, some people were planning to bid 100 million, but Lou Zhao's bidding price reached 500 million at once.Then someone started bidding on——

"550."

"600."

"680."

"720."

"..."

Lou Zhao was about to raise his placard and bid "1000 million", but his hand was suppressed, and he turned to look at Qing Huan——

"what happened?"

Qing Huan shook her head slightly at him.

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Qing Huan whispered in Lou Zhao's ear, "That's a fake, it's not worth it."

"Fake?"

Qing Huan nodded: "I'll talk to you when I get out."

But the conversation between Qing Huan and Lou Zhao was overheard by another gangster sitting behind them, he leaned over -

"Fake? How do you know it's a fake?"

The son of this group's voice was a little louder, and everyone around could hear it, and it was passed on one by one, and the whole venue was full of discussions, and the atmosphere of bidding was completely destroyed.

"Fake...how could it be a fake..."

"It's too much, how can you use fakes to fool us?"

"No way, it's a fake..."

The host on the stage blushed, and the owner of the collection, who had been listening to the bidding behind the stage, finally came out. This is a man about 50 years old, with a short build, a pair of triangular eyes, and looks a bit mean.He walked up to Lou Zhao, bowed first, and said, "Mr. Lou, hello."

"Hello."

The man turned to Qing Huan: "I want to hear from this gentleman, why does he judge that my collection is a fake? My family has been in the antique business for generations, but there is no reason to collect fakes. This is ruined by me. Please give me a reasonable explanation for my reputation."

Qing Huan knew that there was no way out of this trouble - she would have stopped talking if she had known.

"Qing Huan is young, so maybe he missed it." Lou Zhao knew that this man was notoriously difficult, so he didn't want Qing Huan to trouble him, so he rescued him.

"This is not a casual sentence. Now that the words have been spoken, everyone in the venue has heard them. It may not be too childish to say 'missing eyes'. If someone uses this to slander me in the future, I don't have to do business. It's gone." The man's eyes were a little cold.

"Qing Huan." Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan, he knew that Qing Huan was not someone who would talk freely, "Just say what you have to say."

Qing Huan sighed secretly, knowing that she couldn't avoid it—forget it, I can't care so much anymore.

Qing Huan raised her head and said, "If possible, please bring me a basin of water, clean water is fine."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Do it," the man said to security at the venue.

"Yes."

After a while, the security personnel came over with a basin of clear water. Qing Huan took the water and stepped onto the stage—everyone's eyes were on him, not knowing why.

"Please open the glass cabinet." Qing Huan said again.

The man stepped onto the stage, took out the key to the glass cabinet, and opened it himself.

Qing Huan simply poured the basin of clear water into the white jade vase—although the man had already prepared himself, he couldn't help cursing when he saw his actions, and the others also exclaimed.Lou Zhao stood behind Qing Huan, watching Qing Huan's movements without any doubt on his face.

The water is poured into the vase, and the vase is still a vase, nothing has changed.

Many people who stared at the vase and thought that there had been some amazing changes were disappointed—there was nothing, wouldn’t it be just sensationalism?

"What do you mean?" the man frowned.

Qing Huan put the basin aside, and said calmly: "This is the evidence of a fake."

"I don't see any difference." The man mocked, "Could it be that I and everyone present are blind?"

"No change is a fake." Qing welcomes him to look at him: "This is not the case with the real thing."

"What evidence do you have? Could it be that you have seen the real thing?" The man frowned and said, "Anyone can say empty words."

Qing Huan looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him with suspicion, mockery or expectation, and Lou Zhao patted him on the shoulder with his hand to show encouragement.

"Because," Qing Huan's words could not be more clear in the entire venue: "The real thing is here with me."