The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

With Wen Qianxue standing in front of him, Wen Ziyao couldn't do anything to Gu Xiuji anymore, but he felt a little toothache, "Sister, he hit me first, and you are still on his side? You see, he doesn't accept you at all. love."

Wen Qianxue felt humiliated when being avoided by Gu Xiuji, and was exposed by Wen Ziyao again, so she was inevitably angry: "Brother, even if Brother Xiuji beats you, you deserve it. You have to change your habit of talking without thinking, Xiuji." I just want to teach you a lesson. If your words reach Si Ting’s ears, he will go crazy and not even mom can save you."

Wen Ziyao felt a little guilty after hearing Wen Qianxue's words, and his aura instantly weakened by half, "This is not in the imperial capital. How can Si Ting cover the sky with just one hand?"

Wen Qianxue: "And what you just said to Brother Xiu Ji was too much. Please apologize to Brother Xiu Ji."

"What I said is right. He is just a lost dog now." Wen Ziyao was unwilling and glanced at Gu Xiuji and said.

However, after meeting Gu Xiuji's gaze, he felt an inexplicable chill in his back.

Wen Qianxue was almost mad at this brother. She glared at him, then turned around and continued to apologize to Gu Xiuji.

Gu Xiuji just nodded to her indifferently, wiped the wet collar slowly, and then looked at the commotion caused by the bidding in the front row.

For Wen Qianxue's sake, Wen Ziyao didn't quarrel with Gu Xiuji anymore and sat back in his seat. However, as soon as he sat down, he stepped on a pen, slipped his foot, and fell to the ground. He accidentally knocked over the drink on the table next to him and wet himself.

"Idiot." He cursed and got up, feeling extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't blame anyone else.

Wen Qianxue glanced at him and saw that there was an empty seat next to Gu Xiuji, so she silently changed seats.

She saw that Gu Xiuji seemed to be paying more attention to the auction of this Ming Dynasty red dragon-patterned amphorae than before, so she chuckled and said, "Brother Xiuji is also interested in Ming Dynasty antiques? My family also has a few Ming Dynasty collections. Grandpa gave me a vase, and I use it to arrange flowers. If you like it, how about I give it to you when the time comes? It can also be regarded as an apology for my brother. "

However, Gu Xiuji looked a little impatient, "No need."

Seeing that he didn't even ask about the specific period the vase belonged to, Wen Qianxue knew that he didn't care about the antiques being auctioned, but rather the people participating in the bidding.

In the front row, no matter how the white collector and the Chinese entrepreneur bid, Shi Ling always added a thousand dollars more.

When the price reached eleven million dollars, the white collector stopped raising the price. Obviously, this had exceeded his expectations.

Only Shi Ling and Hua Guo entrepreneurs were left bidding.

Wen Qianxue recognized the Chinese entrepreneur and naturally started talking to Gu Xiuji: "That person seems to be the chairman of Ningcheng Ling's Group, Ling Yueshan. He is also a famous philanthropist. He had been working in Dianguo before. We auctioned off two cultural relics from our country that were living abroad and donated them to the Ningcheng Museum free of charge. This time, I must have wanted to take photos of the cultural relics and bring them back home."

Speaking of this, Gu Xiuji nodded lightly to her.

When Wen Qianxue saw that the last cultural relic was photographed by Shi Ling, she felt a little regretful: "I have always admired him. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't bring enough money, I would have wanted to help him bring this cultural relic back to China."

Gu Xiuji: "He can be taken back to China even without being photographed."

Wen Qianxue smiled helplessly and said, "That's different. The young master of the Si family and his... friend probably just wanted to keep them privately after taking pictures, but Chairman Ling will donate them to the museum."

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Ling Yueshan watched with some regret as the flowers in the last red-glazed dragon-pattern amphora fell into Shi Ling's hands. He originally had the intention to continue bidding, but an old friend around him reminded him that the person he was bidding on seemed to be the little girl, but in fact it was the silver-haired boy beside her. And that young man is the young master of the Si family in the imperial capital.

So even if the little girl only increased the price by a thousand dollars each time, he wouldn't be able to snatch the red-glazed dragon-patterned amphora from her hand.

Ling Yueshan sighed and nodded, "China's cultural relics and treasures should not be left outside. Lao Guan, I promised to donate this vase to your Ningcheng Museum, but I made a mistake this time."

Lao Guan, an old friend next to him, comforted him and said, "At least I am back in China."

After Shi Ling took a picture of the vase, she also learned from Yu Chen the identity of the Chinese entrepreneur who had just bid with her, "Then isn't this a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple? They all have to be donated anyway. If I had known it would pass. I’m so angry that I won’t bid anymore.”

Zhu Youjian said: "That won't work. If this was photographed by others, I wouldn't even be able to touch my father's relics. Now if you photograph it and donate it to the museum, I can look at it again."

Shi Ling glanced at him and said clearly: "I think you are greedy for the little bit of dragon energy above, right?"

Zhu Youjian took it for granted: "What happened to the things I inherited from my father? If he hadn't left me too little dragon energy and the Ming Dynasty had run out, how could I have become the king of the country? Even many historians think that I I was born at the wrong time."

Shi Ling felt that it was true that historians said that he was headstrong and arrogant. Even after he died, he could still find reasons to shirk responsibility from various aspects.

Afterwards, another Chinese ink painting was brought to the stage. However, the cultural relic appraisers below have different opinions on the authenticity of this painting.

This painting depicts a beautiful woman sleeping in a boat listening to the rain. Under the moonlight night, the spring water is rippling, the drizzle is falling, and the beauty is lying on her side in a small boat, with her long hair hanging down, as if floating with the algae in the water.

Some people say it is a fake, while others say it is an authentic work by a famous artist.

But Shi Ling saw the weirdness of the painting at a glance.

That painting...

It’s not that a beauty lies on her side leaving a graceful back. Instead, the beauty raised her head to admire the bright moon.

Lift your head and look at the bright moon.

When Zhu Youjian heard everyone commenting and arguing, he curled his lips and said: "This painting is a fake at first sight. I knew the painter they were talking about during my lifetime. This painting uses his usual painting skills, and it is also the picture of beauties he always loved to paint. , but his style of painting is not that weird."

Shi Zhenxiang came over and said with great interest: "Little Master, you must not take this painting. This painting has been circulated around the houses of the Deco family and killed several people, so no one dares to take it. , are all taking action. You see, the only people bidding now are Chinese people who don’t know the truth.”

Shi Ling frowned slightly: "Can such evil paintings be auctioned?"

Shi Zhenxiang shrugged: "The Heaton family's private auction was originally intended to collect money and launder money. This painting at least has some artistic value. Like those industrial fakes that only have fake technology, those who take the picture can only think that their skills are inferior to others."

While he was talking, this painting had been taken by Ling Yueshan, the Chinese entrepreneur who had bid with Shi Ling before.