"Mr. Dong is so awesome?" The people listening were dumbfounded.
Including Chen Mingli’s mother and daughter.
The capital is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and every character makes them sound admirable.
I heard the man continue in a proud tone: "That's not a big deal, Mr. Dong is also a great scholar and has a profound research on hieroglyphs. Not only that, he is also a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference!"
Those who heard it were immediately in awe.
He looked with reverence at an old man sitting on the VIP flag in the front row.
He is Mr. Dong.
When the auctioneer mentioned his name just now, his tone became very respectful.
Chen Mingli and her daughter listened for a long time with their ears perked up, their hearts beating fast.
Big shot, really big shot.
At this time, Mr. Dong stood up, with a smile on his face, and turned around to signal to everyone.
He has gray hair, a rosy face, and is wearing a Tang suit. He looks like he is only in his fifties, but everyone who knows him knows that he is already seventy-five this year.
There was a warm round of applause from below, which was given to Mr. Dong.
After Mr. Dong took his seat, the auctioneer announced the start of the auction.
Someone immediately raised the number plate on the stage and shouted the price impatiently.
"Two hundred thousand!"
Chen Mingli's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Oh my god, a wooden paperweight actually sold for 200,000 yuan. Does anyone really buy it?" She couldn't believe such a ridiculous thing, and it happened right under her nose.
After all, Shen Ruyun has seen more of the world than her mother. She curled her lips when she heard this and said, "Mom, stop being so old-fashioned. Didn't you listen to what people just said? That is Mr. Dong's collection. I am a little kid in the entertainment industry." My sister told me that Mr. Dong’s calligraphy is worth a fortune. It’s even harder for others to get one of his calligraphy and paintings. I heard that at one auction, a piece of his calligraphy with only ten characters was sold. It’s five million! So based on the words “Mr. Dong”, it’s not just two hundred thousand!”
Oh my God!
five million…
Chen Mingmei trembled when she heard this.
After she married Shen Qingshan, she thought she was living the life of a rich wife. Her relatives in the countryside envied her so much, but she couldn't compare to others, and it was infuriating to compare.
This Mr. Dong can sell for five million just by writing a few words casually. What kind of concept is this!
If the person she married was Mr. Dong, she would never be able to spend all the money in this life... no, the next life, and the next life.
Does she still need to go out of her way to get money from Shen Qingshan
Chen Mingli stared blankly, unable to tell whether it was jealousy, envy, or regret.
In this world of rich people, there is nothing she can't imagine, nothing is impossible.
But soon, she came back to her senses.
If her daughter can marry into the Bo family, then five million is nothing. Even if it is 50 million or 500 million, her precious daughter can afford it.
Thinking of this, Chen Mingli's psychology suddenly became balanced and she became complacent.
She glanced sideways at the people who had just mocked her, and blew a breath into her nostrils.
Humph, you guys are so proud. Sooner or later, I will become a rich man, making you look down on others.
The key is to have fun until the end!
In less than ten minutes, the black wood paperweight donated by Mr. Dong had already reached 500,000 yuan.
Chen Mingli and her daughter did not expect that people in the capital would be so crazy, but there are many such crazy people who do not regard money as money at all.
When the two of them saw this scene, their blood boiled with excitement and they wished they could blend into this aristocratic circle.