Ade looked at Gu Yanhao with questioning eyes.
Gu Yanhao waved his hand and said lightly, "Show her."
In fact, it's not a magazine, but a booklet of works that will be auctioned at the Century Building next week.
Gu Yanhao is the youngest and richest man in M City, the organizer personally handed over the portfolio to him to see if he has any favorite antiques to photograph.
I heard that in this auction, 50% of the money raised from the auction will be donated to orphanages and poor families.
To be precise, this is a charity auction.
The items in the portfolio are all ancient, and they are rare antiques.
It doesn't matter if Song Wuyou sees it, she has a brain and doesn't know how to appreciate it.
Even if she knows how to appreciate it, she doesn't have much money on her, so don't think she can be photographed.
With Gu Yanhao's permission, Ade handed the album to Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou quickly took the portfolio, and when he saw it, he was shocked instantly!
She stared straight at the pattern on the book, it was a hairpin, a hairpin she was all too familiar with!
It's really her "love". The first hair accessory given to her by the unscrupulous man in the previous life was this hairpin.
After thousands of years, it actually came to this century and became an antique to be auctioned
In Song Wuyou's shocked beautiful eyes, turbulent waves flowed.
She wore this hairpin to death, and now she is reborn, and she has the chance to see it...
Seeing the things that belonged to him being auctioned, Song Wuyou couldn't suppress his excitement.
The fingers holding the work album trembled slightly, but the fingertips were not weak, and they were holding the paper tightly, and the paper was pinched a little wrinkled.
Her ruddy fingers turned white at the nails due to the exertion.
Gu Yanhao just raised his head, and from his angle, he happened to see the emotions in her eyes and face.
He raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled, how could she be so excited when she saw this hairpin
The astonishing waves in her eyes have hundreds of emotions circulating.
She pursed her lips tightly, as if she was enduring something...
"Have you seen enough?" Gu Yanhao asked lightly, parting her thin lips.
His icy voice, like the tip of a sharp knife, gently cut across Song Wuyou's heart.
Song Wuyou felt a burst of heartache, and suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Gu Yanhao, "You want to take a picture of it?"
The starting price marked below is three million...
"You like it?" Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows with a sneer.
Seeing his smile, Song Wuyou knew what was going on in his heart without him opening his mouth.
"Are there any other photos?" Song Wuyou asked without answering.
A photo with a similar style, but Song Wuyou wasn't sure if it was her 'love'.
After all, high imitation is very developed in this era.
But this hairpin is unique and exquisite in workmanship, even if it is not an antique, it is worth three million.
"If you want to see its true face, just go to the auction venue next week." Gu Yanhao stretched out his long arms and took the work album from Song Wuyou's hand.
He lowered his head, glanced at the hairpin in the photo, and said with a half-smile: "This hairpin is beautiful, but you don't deserve it."
"..."
Gu Yanhao raised his head and looked at Song Wuyou with a half-smile, "Do you know its origin?"
When Song Wuyou heard this, his whole body trembled, and he looked at Gu Yanhao faintly, "You know?"
"It was left by Concubine Song of the X Dynasty."
"..." Song Wuyou's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.