The auction will be held in the exhibition hall of the only star-rated hotel in city A. The organizer is a Hong Kong antique dealer. Apart from real antique lovers and merchants at home and abroad, there are also many famous people in the city and even the province who are able to come to the auction. , so the city government attaches great importance to it and has used a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange the guard site.
The people who entered and left the venue were indeed men in suits and leather shoes, and women in well-dressed clothes, as if they were going to attend a grand event.
Indeed, this is also a grand event, a high-end event that can take the opportunity to form a circle of interests.
Because of his noble and honest character and high appraisal level, Song Xuan has a very high reputation in City A and even in the province's antique circle. As soon as he arrived at the door, many people came forward to say hello.
Song Xuan was neither humble nor overbearing, nodding his head one by one, always with a warm smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze.
Yang Zimei who was following him naturally attracted the attention of many people.
In this grand gathering of famous ladies and ladies, Yang Zimei is not very beautiful, and she is young, not as charming and sexy as a mature woman, but she is fresh and graceful, with a spotless and refined dress and temperament , is quite eye-catching, especially standing next to Song Xuan who has never had an affair with any woman.
One is mature and elegant, the other is graceful and charming, both of them have extremely classical temperament. If it weren't for the slightly large age gap, standing together would be as beautiful and warm as a painting.
"Mr. Song, this is..."
Murong Yunqing, the owner of Yushixuan who was on good terms with Song Xuan, couldn't help but ask.
"My disciple Yang Zimei." Song Xuan replied with a faint smile, then turned to introduce Yang Zimei, "Zimei, this is Mr. Murong from Yushixuan."
"Mr. Murong is good!"
Yang Zimei said hello obediently and politely.
As for Murong Yunqing, Yang Zimei, who lived in the streets and alleys in the previous life, naturally knows it. It is said that Murong Yunqing started his business with a single stone. He has a background in the underworld, and neither black nor black dared to touch him.
"Female student who entered the house? Not bad." Murong Yunqing's tone was a bit teasing, but his eyes were clear and straight, and he didn't mean to be narrow-minded and wretched. Yang Zimei didn't mind.
"Female student? Hehe, Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to be so serious and serious." A slightly shrill voice broke in. It was Yang Jianming, the only son of Yang Dejie, the secretary of the municipal party committee, whose hair was waxed. She was shiny, sprayed with slightly pungent cologne, deliberately undid two buttons of the shirt inside the suit, and hugged a heavily made-up woman in a low-cut red dress with suspenders in her arms, a pair of amorous peach blossoms His eyes kept looking back and forth at Yang Zimei.
When Yang Zimei saw him, she felt disgusted as if she had eaten a fly, and her black eyes were slightly cold.
A trace of forbearable displeasure appeared on Song Xuan's gentle face, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yang, please respect yourself and be careful with your words."
"Ah!"
The corner of Yang Jianming's mouth slanted, and he sneered, "What do I have to respect? Mr. Song is the one who respects himself, right? This little sister looks like she is about fifteen years old. Mr. Song, don't blame me for not reminding me You, together with minors, will be sentenced."
"you you… "
Except for antiques, Song Xuan has never been good at arguing with others, especially rascals, but his face turned red with anger, and he was also worried that Yang Zimei would be hurt, so he became more nervous, and his tongue became knotted, saying no Speak up.
Yang Zimei stretched out her hand and patted the back of his hand, signaling him to be calm and calm, and he didn't mind what Yang Jianming said.
Song Xuan looked at her cool eyes that were so dark that no waves could be seen, suddenly there was a steady force, and the excited mood gradually calmed down.