Poison Tongue System: Host, your head is a little green

The early stage warm-up has reached a fever pitch, and the auction will start soon.

Pei Xiu led Qiao Zhen to sit in the first row.

Status is everything here.

There are twenty seats in the first row. Generally speaking, only those who have a certain status in Licheng's antique circle can take the seats.

And people like Shi Lei can only sit in the last row. If they are not serious, they might not be able to see clearly the auction items on the stage.

[Wan Xiao System: Someone is staring at you, with bad eyes! 】

Qiao Zhen was taken aback.

He glanced left and right, and found a person walking towards him and Pei Xiu not far away.

There was a smile on this man's face, but when his gaze fell on Pei Xiu's hand, his steps froze for a moment, and the smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a sinister gaze.

"What a coincidence, Pei Pei, when did you come?"

The man sat down, with a smile that he thought was sunny.

It has to be said that this guy is indeed a bit handsome, and he is wearing a top-notch brand name. Many young beauties in the venue can't help casting ambiguous glances when they see him.

It's a pity that Pei Xiu doesn't necessarily care about what others like.

Pei Xiu leaned sideways on Qiao Zhen's body, holding Qiao Zhen's arm tighter with her arms.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Pei Xiu sneered.

The man was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, and no longer used a smile to cover up his gloomy expression.

He stared at Qiao Zhen and said, "Oh, to be Pei Pei's boyfriend, he must have a difficult background. I don't know which family's prince he is, Pei Pei...you don't want to introduce me?"

Pei Xiu thought for a while: "He...he's from Kyoto. As for his name, there's no need to tell you, right?"

"After all...we don't know each other well, I don't want my boyfriend to misunderstand!"

Qiao Zhen was speechless.

This is obviously to arrange a mysterious identity for him!

"Pei Pei, you are wrong to say that. My Li family and your Pei family are family friends. We played together when we were young. Although I went abroad later, I have come back now. If you want... …I can……"

"Oh, the auction is about to start!" Pei Xiu exclaimed, interrupting Li Zhen's family.

After that, Pei Xiu ignored him and kept putting her arms around Qiao Zhen's shoulders, as if completely ignoring the existence of Li Zhen's family.

At this time, two beauties in red cheongsams swayed their graceful bodies onto the stage.

One of them was holding a red silk tray with a golden vase on it.

"This is a gold-plated listening wind vase from the Tang Dynasty. It comes from a minority ethnic group in Yunnan. The auction reserve price is... 20 yuan, and the price will increase by 10 yuan each time!"

After the host's words fell, very few people raised their hands.

It can be seen that they have little interest in this kind of thing.

After all, although gilded antiques are worth a little, in this auction, things worth hundreds of thousands are really not worth talking about.

[Wan Xiao System: Oh, don't enjoy it, quickly raise your hand, hurry up! 】

Qiao Zhen was still enjoying the tenderness from his arm, that wonderful touch, which made him so engrossed in it that he didn't even pay attention to what the host on stage said.

It wasn't until the familiar voice sounded that he woke up.

He raised his hand in astonishment.

At this time, the price has risen to a height of 120 million!
"Tsk, a group of old hats, isn't it just listening to wind bottles from the Tang Dynasty? It's not Tang Sancai, and the bid is 120 million, which is a lot of money!"

"Don't say that, who in these people's offices is not a bunch of antiques, they just want to embellish themselves and pretend to be tough!"

"Anyway, I don't buy this thing anyway, let alone 120 million, I think 12 is too much!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion around, and these words fell into the ears of Li Zhenjia.

He originally planned to compete with Qiao Zhen on this, so as to see and see, but when he thought that if he raised his hand, he would be regarded as an old hat by others, he was somewhat disturbed psychologically.

At an oblique angle behind him, a man with a fat head and big ears ignored the environment and yelled in Qiao Zhen's direction: "Hey, brother...you like this bottle, I'll give it to you!"

His words were very heroic, as if he was deliberately yelling at these self-confident people around him.

The corner of Qiao Zhen's mouth raised, he turned around and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later when I have time!"

"By the way, some people are confused, don't mind, I will give you a long face later, brother!"

After Qiao Zhen's words fell, the faces of those discussing around became gloomy.

"Hmph, you still have a long face, what is a broken bottle?"

"Isn't it? I don't know why this guy is sitting in the first row. I haven't seen this kid before. I guess he got in from somewhere!"

"Hey, the organizer is becoming more and more casual now. Those of us who have been involved in the antique industry for decades are afraid to sit in the first row, but look at the first row, most of them are young people!"

"That's because you, Mr. Chen, don't pursue fame and fortune, and you don't want to fight with these young people. Otherwise, with your reputation in the antique world and your title as an expert Chen, the organizer would not have moved a chair for you to sit in the front." !"

"..."

Fishing for fame.

These four words are undoubtedly the best idioms to describe this group of old men.

One by one, they published a few articles in some weekly magazines, talked about some courses, and met a few people with a little status, and felt that they were invincible.

Just like many old people nowadays, they can't make sense of poetry, but they call themselves old writers, and then they flatter each other, and they are complacent about it.

This made Qiao Zhen feel a little inexplicably disgusted after seeing it.

On the stage.

The host quickly realized that he started shouting, and finally the pricing hammer fell, and the golden bottle fell into Qiao Zhen's hands.

From the beginning to the end, Pei Xiu on the side didn't know what happened. She didn't realize that this guy had become a fool in the eyes of most people until she saw Qiao Zhen stand up and walk onto the stage at the invitation of the host. .

"This guy……"

Pei Xiu was a little annoyed.

This guy took the bottle without discussing it with him. Even a person like her who doesn't know much about antiques can see that this bottle can't be worth such a high price!
At this moment, Qiao Zhen had already walked to the wind bottle.

He took the gold bottle with both hands, with some doubts in his eyes.

[Wan Xiao System: Don't think about it, the value of this thing... is beyond the imagination of everyone present! 】

[Wan Xiao System: How about... a show? 】

Qiao Zhen reacted, raised his head and looked at the monitor in front of him in astonishment.

The text on the monitor kept beating, and every word fell like a heavy hammer on his heart.

until the end...

"Everyone, the ancients said, don't judge people by their appearance. Antiques... are the same!"

"This thing is not as common as you think, in fact it is... the king's ear!"