I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The young man finished speaking in Gu Changhe's ear.

Gu Changhe's eyes flickered.

Yang Mi asked, "Old Gu, what's wrong?"

Gu Changhe handed his phone to his assistant and turned to look at the production crew.

"The auction rules have been changed."

He Chuan's heart tightened.

He now gets scared whenever he hears the words "change the rules".

"Mr. Gu, what's the change?"

Gu Changhe said, "Originally, it was an invitation-only small-scale auction."

"The organizers just informed us that the event will be open to the public tonight."

"As long as they register their identities, the production crew can also enter."

He Chuan was stunned.

The director exploded in his earpiece.

"They can get in? Really? The auction will be streamed live?"

The assistant nodded: "We can livestream the surrounding area and the bidding process, but we won't film the details of some items."

He Chuan almost died on the spot.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! An auction instance!"

"Did the production team's ancestors' graves emit auspicious smoke?"

"This isn't just a parent-child reality show, it's broadening my horizons!"

"Shen Ling'er is going to an auction? The antique world won't be able to sleep tonight."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Gu Changhe was taken aback.

Yang Mi rubbed his forehead.

Gu Changhe smiled and said, "I have some snacks."

Shen Ling'er nodded: "Then we can go."

Zhao Lei slammed his fist on the table in the split-screen mode.

"That's the mindset of a master! It's not about the antiques, it's about the snacks!"

Bai Sisi: "Shut up, you just cut the customer's bangs crooked."

Zhao Lei glanced down.

The customer remained silent.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

7 PM.

The county's cultural and museum center was brightly lit.

There were quite a few cars parked at the entrance.

The program crew entered the venue after registering.

Qin Zheng also arranged for plainclothes officers to follow him.

The venue was not large.

People from the local art collecting circle were sitting in the front row.

The back row is the observation seat.

The display stand was covered with dark velvet, and each item was numbered.

He Chuan lowered his voice.

"Dear viewers, tonight's auction was conducted in compliance with regulations and was registered in its entirety. The production team only recorded the proceedings and does not encourage impulsive purchases."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi, holding a small cake in her arms.

She took a bite.

frown.

"It doesn't taste as good as what my mom buys."

Yang Mi whispered, "Don't be picky outside."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"I'll go back and choose again."

Yang Mi: "..."

Gu Changhe sat in the front row.

Two seats were left next to him.

Yang Mi originally did not want to sit in the front.

Gu Changhe replied, "The child can see clearly."

Shen Ling'er sat down with her hands behind her back.

She looked around at the auction items.

They remained silent.

The auction began soon.

The first item is a small famille rose plate from the Qing Dynasty.

Starting bid: 30,000.

Gu Changhe held up a sign.

"fifty thousand."

On the other side, someone else followed up with 60,000.

Gu Changhe did not argue further.

In the end, the other party won with 70,000.

Shen Ling'er whispered to Yang Mi, "We'll lose a little."

Yang Mi was taken aback: "You could tell?"

Shen Ling'er nodded: "The plate is nice, but the price isn't attractive."

The second item is an old inkstone.

Gu Changhe made his move.

It was sold for 80,000.

Shen Ling'er glanced at it and nodded.

"This is good."

Yang Mi asked, "Where is it good?"

Shen Ling'er said, "I've ground fine ink and served scholars."

He Chuan was completely bewildered.

But then the comments section exploded.

"Although I don't understand it, it feels very sophisticated."

"Having served scholars, that's an amazing claim."

"Just how much antique jargon did Shen Fei teach her?"

The third item is a bronze incense burner.

Gu Changhe won it for 150,000.

The fourth item was an old rubbing book.

Gu Changhe won the bid for 220,000.

Shen Ling'er made her comments while eating the snacks.

"The old man has a good eye."

Gu Changhe heard this and turned to look at her.

"Just good eyesight?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Much better than that guy who sells fake bracelets."

Gu Changhe: "..."

The assistant lowered his head, trying not to laugh.

He Chuan almost dropped the microphone.

The screen was flooded with comments.

Mr. Gu: Thank you, but there's really no need for such a comparison.

"When Shen Ling'er praises someone, she always carries a knife."

Just then, a laugh came from the entrance of the venue.

"Gu Changhe, you're getting more and more cautious as you get older."

Everyone turned around.

An old man in a dark blue Tang suit walked in, leaning on a cane.

His hair was gray, and his eyes were very sharp.

Two young men followed behind him.

The smile on Gu Changhe's face faded.

"Zhou Wanshan".

He Chuan immediately asked the staff member next to him, "Who is this?"

The staff member whispered, "Zhou Wanshan is a veteran collector in the antique circle. He's been battling with Old Gu for half his life."

The barrage of comments really got people excited.

"Our arch-nemesis is here!"

"An older version of a rivalry match?"

"The auction is finally getting interesting."

Zhou Wanshan walked to Gu Changhe's side.

"I was watching from behind just now."

"You took a good picture of that inkstone."

"You can even look at the incense burner."

"But when it comes to rubbings, one's eye for art is outdated."

Gu Changhe said, "You're still a chatterbox."

Zhou Wanshan laughed: "It doesn't matter if you're talkative, as long as you're not blind."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Mi and Shen Ling'er.

"Is this the little doll that's causing such a stir in the antique street today?"

Shen Ling'er looked up: "You know me?"

Zhou Wanshan shook his head.

"I've heard of it."

"I bought a bracelet for eight hundred, and a painting for one hundred."

"He's a bit clever."

Shen Ling'er continued eating her cake.

Zhou Wanshan's eyes darkened.

"Little one, when your elders speak, don't you respond?"

Shen Ling'er swallowed the cake.

"You're not speaking human language."

The room fell silent.

He Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

coming.

The familiar clash of the demon balls.

The young man behind Zhou Wanshan immediately became angry.

"How can a child talk like that?"

Yang Mi spoke: "Ling'er."

Shen Ling'er glanced at Yang Mi and shut up.

She can shut down the whole room.

But she listens to her mother.

Zhou Wanshan sneered.

"Gu Changhe, are you relying on a little kid for courage now?"

Gu Changhe said calmly, "She doesn't need to embolden me."

Zhou Wanshan sat down.

"How about we play a game?"

Gu Changhe looked at him: "How do we play?"

Zhou Wanshan pointed to the remaining items up for auction tonight.

"From now on, we'll each take our own photos."

"You can't buy the same thing twice."

"Let's see who gets the most valuable item in the end."

"The loser must give up their spot at this year's Ancient Jade Association lecture."

Gu Changhe frowned.

This isn't about money.

That lecture was a resource within the industry.

Zhou Wanshan looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Of course, if you want this little kid to help you, that's fine too."

"However, I'd like to offer a word of caution."

"If a kid becomes arrogant because he has some tricks up his sleeve, it's probably because no one at home taught him manners."

Yang Mi's face turned cold.

Shen Ling'er stopped holding the cake.

She slowly raised her head.

"Who are you calling ill-mannered?"

Zhou Wanshan laughed: "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Shen Ling'er put the cake down.

"My father taught me."

"If you encounter a senile old person, there's no need to argue."

"Let him embarrass himself."

The room fell silent once more.

Gu Changhe glanced at her.

"Ling'er, do you want to play?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

He insulted my father.

Gu Changhe smiled.

"Then let's play."

Zhou Wanshan snorted.

"it is good."

The next items will be auctioned.

Zhou Wanshan first bid on a blue and white porcelain pen holder.

360,000.

Some people at the scene nodded in agreement.

Things are stable.

Gu Changhe purchased a jade belt hook.

280,000.

Shen Ling'er glanced at it.

"good."

Zhou Wanshan laughed: "Not bad? This kid's got quite the nerve."

Shen Ling'er ignored him.

Three more items passed.

Zhou Wanshan photographed a small landscape scroll.

Six hundred thousand.

Gu Changhe didn't move.

He Chuan asked in a low voice, "Isn't Old Gu going to take pictures?"

Gu Changhe said, "It's not worth it."

Shen Ling'er nodded: "The painting is old, but the heart is new."

He Chuan: "What do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er: "It's a fake."

Zhou Wanshan's face darkened.

"Little one, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Shen Ling'er looked at the tea on his table.

"You drank too much tea, it's making you irritable."

Zhao Lei was laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh in the split-screen video.

"Is she advising the elderly to focus on health?"

The auctioneer quickly brought out the next item.

Lot 19.

"A painting of a lady by an anonymous artist from the Ming Dynasty."

Starting bid: 20,000.

A painting was unfurled on the stage.

The picture is old.

The paper is dark in color.

The lady stands by the bamboo, her clothes folded very faintly.

The signature is blurry, and the seal is missing a corner.

The reaction from the audience was lukewarm.

Someone whispered, "The quality is terrible."

"An anonymous small painting, even twenty thousand is a gamble."

Zhou Wanshan glanced at it and then looked away.

"This kind of thing is only good for fooling newbies."

Gu Changhe didn't move either.

Shen Ling'er suddenly sat up straight.

Yang Mi looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She stared at the stain in the lower right corner of the painting.

A few seconds later, she reached out and tugged at Gu Changhe's sleeve.

"Old man."

Gu Changhe lowered his head: "Hmm?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the stage.

"shoot."

Gu Changhe's brow twitched.

"This one?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"hurry up."

Zhou Wanshan heard this and laughed out loud.

"Gu Changhe, are you really going to listen to her?"

"You want this lousy painting too?"

Gu Changhe did not hesitate.

Holding up a sign.

"Twenty thousand."

The auctioneer's spirits lifted.

"Twenty thousand per time."

The young man behind Zhou Wanshan chuckled, "Master, should we lend a hand?"

Zhou Wanshan waved his hand.

"I said I wouldn't buy the same thing twice."

"Let him take it."

"I'd like to see what this little kid can say about this piece of paper."

No one raised the price.

Gu Changhe bid 20,000.

The staff delivered the painting to the front row.

Zhou Wanshan deliberately stood up.

"Come on, little one, tell me."

"How much is this painting worth?"

Shen Ling'er didn't look at him.

She looked at Gu Changhe.

"Is there any water?"

Gu Changhe's assistant handed him a bottle of purified water.

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I don't want this."

She pointed to the tea table next to her.

"I want plain water."

The staff quickly brought over warm water.

Shen Ling'er took out cotton swabs from Yang Mi's bag.

Yang Mi was stunned: "When did you put it there?"

Shen Ling'er said, "Mother Bao Da."

Yang Mi: "..."

Shen Ling'er dipped a cotton swab in water and gently dabbed it on the edge of the stain in the lower right corner of the painting.

Gu Changhe's expression changed.

Don't damage the paper.

Shen Ling'er said, "It won't hurt."

She wiped it little by little.

The stains haven't all come off.

But a very faint line emerges from the edge.

It looks like words, and also like paint marks.

Gu Changhe's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He immediately took the magnifying glass.

Zhou Wanshan also frowned and approached.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

Shen Ling'er tapped it three more times.

Beneath the stain, half a mark was visible.

Only a corner of the inscription is visible.

Gu Changhe's hand suddenly stopped.

"Six likes..."

Zhou Wanshan's expression changed drastically.

"What?"

Gu Changhe brought the magnifying glass closer.

The voices were all lowered.

"The Layman of Six Likenesses"

Someone in the room gasped.

He Chuan didn't react.

Who is the Layman Liuru?

The appraiser next to him sounded hoarse.

"Tang Yin".

"Tang Bohu".

boom!

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

The live stream kept buffering.

After the screen went blank, the comments section went on a frenzy of activity.

"Tang Bohu?!"

"Isn't this an anonymous painting of ladies?"

"Twenty thousand for Tang Bohu?"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Zhou Wanshan stepped forward.

"impossible!"

"How did Tang Yin's authentic work end up here?"

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"So you didn't notice."

Zhou Wanshan's face flushed red.

Gu Changhe had already stood up.

He stared at the painting, even his breathing became soft.

"This is not an ordinary painting of a lady."

"The stains were deliberately covered up by later generations."

"The signature was covered up, and half of the seal was hidden."

"This painting... needs to be re-evaluated."

The auctioneer was stunned.

The organizer rushed onto the stage.

"Mr. Gu, this..."

Gu Changhe said in a deep voice, "According to the rules, the deal is done."

The plainclothes officer arranged by Qin Zheng also spoke up: "The entire process was recorded; the auction was legal."

Zhou Wanshan stared at Shen Ling'er.

How do you know there's a mark down there?

Shen Ling'er put the cotton swab down.

"My dad said that real things are afraid of being seen, so they will hide themselves."

"But no matter how well you hide, you still need to breathe."

Zhou Wanshan gritted his teeth: "And who's your father?"

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"You are not qualified to ask."

The room was deathly silent.

Gu Changhe looked at Shen Ling'er and remained silent for a long time.

Twenty thousand.

Tang Bohu's authentic work.

This is not a bargain.

This is like digging out the light of day from a pile of ashes.

Yang Mi gently held Shen Ling'er's small hand.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er turned around.

"Mother, I won for the old man."

Gu Changhe: "..."

No one has corrected this way of addressing people anymore.