Qu Ming's tone was relaxed, but he was actually worried to death.
Ding Zhanpeng also knew this, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't forget, I'm not a vegetarian. If Zhang Hai dares to trouble me, I won't be polite to him. Apart from this matter, what else is there? "
"Oh, there is one more thing. I heard that Sister Xi's grandfather is coming soon. When the time comes, you can make friends. The big player has a very good reputation in China. Many people want to make friends with him. If you can make friends, I promise There are a lot of people who look at you differently."
After Qu Ming finished speaking, he deliberately smiled and said, "It would be even better if you married Sister Xi..."
"Fuck! Don't make fun of this."
Ding Zhanpeng was taken aback, Gu Xi had already gotten into an awkward situation with him, let's forget about the previous things, don't get involved too much.
Seeing that Ding Zhanpeng's tone was not quite right, Qu Ming said, "Okay, I'm not joking. Brother, I remember, we will go to the antique auction at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Okay, I won't bother you anymore, I'll hang up .”
Ding Zhanpeng took back his phone and continued walking.
Previously, Gao Yang was very enthusiastic and kept saying to take him back to the city.
But at this stage, he didn't want to have too much contact with Gao Yang and his son, so he chose to walk back to the hotel.
It was said to be walking, but in fact it was a rapid run, and it took only ten minutes to return to the hotel.
Before returning to the room, Ding Zhanpeng saw Hua Xueqing passing by in the corridor, he said hello, but Hua Xueqing directly ignored him.
Ding Zhanpeng was very embarrassed, secretly thinking that this woman must be her aunt again.
When Ding Zhanpeng opened the door, Hua Xueqing came again with a stack of documents in her hand.
She handed it to Ding Zhanpeng and left without saying a word.
Ding Zhanpeng is used to it and pretends not to see it.
Back in the room, he habitually watched the materials, and found that there were some actions that were not there, so he threw them aside.
After Xiao Ding Ding returned to the room, his whole body was in a state of bursting vitality, holding a spirit stone in one hand and "Love Encyclopedia" in the other.
Ding Zhanpeng asked Xiao Dingding to give him a spirit stone, and then said with a smile: "Little Dingding, you are watching 'The Encyclopedia of Love' again, is there any use?"
"Yes! Help Dad solve his troubles... Well... Lingshi is so delicious..."
Little Ding Ding devours spirit stones extremely fast, one in the blink of an eye, one in the blink of an eye.
"I don't have any troubles. I don't need you to solve them. Don't make trouble for me. I'm thankful."
Ding Zhanpeng was so angry that he vomited blood, resisting the urge to explode, while absorbing the energy of the spirit stone, while mobilizing his spiritual power.
Ding Zhanpeng is in the mid-stage of the God Transformation Realm, and the speed of attracting spiritual energy has been greatly improved. A piece of spiritual stone was quickly absorbed by him. He naturally took the spiritual stone, but was rejected by Xiao Dingding.
"Father, these are all Xiao Dingding's snacks, you are not allowed to take... um... you can use the ring to practice, the intermediate aura inside is very strong."
Xiao Ding Ding bit off another Lingshi and said leisurely.
Ding Zhanpeng had no choice but to take out the ring.
For the sake of safety, he asked: "Little Ding Ding, is the method of attracting middle-level aura and low-level aura the same?"
"Well... Dad is stupid... it must be the same... but the concentration of low-level spiritual energy is low, so it is absorbed quickly, and the concentration of intermediate-level spiritual energy is high, so absorbing a little bit is equivalent to a spirit stone."
Little Ding Ding had an expression of "Dad is so stupid".
Ding Zhanpeng was amused by him, and tried to absorb a little bit of intermediate aura in the ring.
Sure enough, Qi Hai, who usually had a big appetite, was uncharacteristically full. He only absorbed the aura the size of a fingernail and was full, and he stopped eating aura.
Ding Zhanpeng's eyes lit up, and he was even more looking forward to tomorrow's antique auction conference.
If luck is against the sky, and you find one or two magic weapons or other items with aura, you will make a lot of money.
"Xiao Dingding, Dad is going to attend the antique auction meeting tomorrow, do you want to go with him?"
Ding Zhanpeng was worried that Xiao Dingding was in the room, so he asked.
Xiao Dingding blinked, and said in a milky voice: "Dad is so stupid... Xiao Dingding must go with him... Dad's mental power is not strong, sometimes he can't detect good things... Xiao Dingding is different... he can find good things..."
Ding Zhanpeng had black lines all over his head, and decided not to talk, so as not to get angry.
The two were full and fell asleep.
There was nothing to say all night, at nine o'clock the next day, Ding Zhanpeng took Xiao Dingding and waited at the hotel gate.
From a distance, I saw a very flamboyant Bugatti Veyron running at high speed, attracting the attention of countless people.
The Bugatti Veyron stopped at one side, and Ding Zhanpeng got into the car quickly.
Qu Ming is dressed in a strong outfit today, looking very stylish.
Ding Zhanpeng smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, are you going on a blind date today?"
Qu Ming rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, the auction is only held once a year. So there are many high-ranking people and well-known officials attending. If I don't dress better, I will be laughed at! But I said, brother, do you only have a few sets?" Clothes, why come and go, I saw you wearing this set of clothes."
Ding Zhanpeng shrugged and said, "I'm a poor man, and I only have a few sets of clothes, which is normal."
"Okay! Brother, I lost to you. If you are really poor, few people are rich."
Qu Ming started the engine and said, "Brother, sit still, I'm going to speed up."
"Don't mess around, little Ding Ding is here."
When Ding Zhanpeng saw Qu Ming's driving skills last time, he almost felt sick.
Qu Ming saw Xiao Dingding just now, and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't see it just now. But what are you bringing Xiao Dingding to the auction house for? He doesn't understand these things."
"I have no choice. If I don't take him to the auction house, who will take care of him? I can't put him in the room, it's more dangerous."
Ding Zhanpeng explained and stopped talking.
Qu Ming felt that it didn't matter, so he concentrated on driving.
The two soon arrived at the auction site. Ding Zhanpeng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at this large building with a sense of wonder.
Qu Ming introduced enthusiastically: "This is a landmark building in Haicheng City. All auctions are held here on weekdays. The annual antique auction conference attracts many people, so there will be more people today. Mr. Guo's invitation, you don't need to spend money to buy free tickets."
"Why do you need a ticket for this?"
Ding Zhanpeng felt very strange and asked.
"Why not? Holding an antique auction conference here will attract a lot of local tyrants. Many of these local tyrants are stupid and spend money like a waste of money. The whistleblower is dedicated to making money from these local tyrants."
Qu Ming explained patiently.
The two entered the great hall smoothly. Rows of seats filled the hall, and many people were already waiting for the auction to start.
Ding Zhanpeng scanned around, but there were no acquaintances. On the contrary, Qu Ming met many acquaintances and kept saying hello.
At this time, Qu Ming suddenly said: "Brother, let's find a seat in front of you. Don't worry, our tickets are given by Mr. Guo himself, and we have certain privileges. I forgot to tell you, Mr. Guo is the auctioneer One of the organizers, so he will not be in the auction house, but in the background. We will go to Guo Lao after the auction is over."
Ding Zhanpeng nodded and found a seat to sit down.
Ten minutes later, the lights in the arena suddenly dimmed. Along with a burst of music, the lights of the main stage suddenly turned on, illuminating the people on the stage.
Qu Ming's eyes lit up, and he said, "This auction is a bit special, and she was invited."
Ding Zhanpeng also saw the beautiful woman on the stage, and said in a low voice, "Who is this, she looks pretty good."
Qu Ming quickly explained: "Her name is Feng Yiran, she is well-known in the antique world, and she is very eloquent. All the antiques that pass through her hands will be sold at a very high price. It seems that there will be many good things in this auction." Otherwise, it would be difficult to invite her to take charge of the auction."
While the two were talking in low voices, Feng Yiran on the stage was wearing a cheongsam that exposed her thighs, with light makeup, and she looked like a classic beauty.
"Welcome everyone to participate in the annual Haicheng Antique Auction Conference. This time, I, Feng Yiran, will introduce all kinds of ancient calligraphy and paintings to you. I hope you will like them."
Feng Yiran's voice was delicate and soft like that of a Jiangnan beauty.
"First of all, we started auctioning porcelain. The first piece to appear was Jingdezhen blue-and-white porcelain from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. The low price was 100,000 yuan, and each time a placard was raised, it was 10,000 yuan. Now, please start bidding."
Feng Yiran's voice was soft and soft, arousing the desire of some beasts.
After a round of competition, the blue and white porcelain was bought for 300,000 yuan.
Ding Zhanpeng looked at it twice, and asked curiously: "This blue and white vessel looks ordinary, and it looks good, can it sell for 300,000?"
Qu Ming knew that Ding Zhanpeng knew nothing about antiques, so he patiently explained: "Brother Ding misunderstood, the price of an antique depends on the needs of the market and personal needs. Some people like it will naturally spend a lot of money to buy it, and others don't like it." , no matter how valuable it is, no one will buy it.”
Ding Zhanpeng nodded, indicating that he understood.
During the discussion between the two, seven or eight pieces of porcelain have been sold.
Ding Zhanpeng looked at it for a while, felt a little bored, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Ming, how did this auction method be settled? Could it be that the high price and the low price are auctioned together?"
"No, antique auctions have their own rules. Let's put it this way, like some more expensive antiques, they are put at the end of the auction, so you can see that although the opening is now, there are not many people, because everyone Know that good things are behind. Wait a little longer, and there should be good things."
Qu Ming stared at the auctioned antiques while explaining: "Moreover, the antique auction house will also print a large number of promotional books for the rich and some fanatical collectors who like to collect antiques. There will be no good things in the second antique auction, and then decide whether to participate in this auction."
Ding Zhanpeng felt a little embarrassed, he was completely blind to antiques, and he came to participate in the antique auction meeting, fortunately he was accompanied by Qu Ming, otherwise he would be really ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house.
Next, Ding Zhanpeng spent his time in boredom. He didn't know how to appraise treasures, and he came this time to find antiques with a lot of aura.
It's a pity that 30 minutes passed, and I bought more than 20 pieces of antiques, but I didn't have what I wanted.
Xiao Ding Ding kept yawning, and said in a milky voice, "Dad, it's so boring... Xiao Ding Ding really wants to sleep..."
Ding Zhanpeng smiled wryly, not to mention Xiao Dingding, he also wanted to sleep.
In desperation, I had no choice but to comfort him: "Little Ding Ding... don't sleep... it will be fine soon... something good will come out soon... If you fall asleep and you can't see something good, you will be at a loss, you Say it right?"
Little Ding Ding nodded his head feebly, half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be falling asleep soon.
Ding Zhanpeng had no choice but to hug him, staring at the antiques on the stage, hoping to find something.