Hello, 1983

With the take-off of the island economy, many islanders naturally appear in auctions around the world.

One by one, they were rich and powerful, waving the banknotes in their hands and smashing them.

Many works of art have been captured by them at high prices.

In fact, this is also one of their investment strategies, but it is too crazy, so it gives the impression that people are stupid and have a lot of money.

So seeing an islander bidding for the auction, all the people present knew in their hearts: This painting is basically theirs.

With his aggressive eyes, Mitsui looked at Liu Qingshan provocatively, and his heart was very happy:

How do you say the old saying in Huaxia, Feng Shui turns around, you bastard, you cheated us 10 million pounds on the flag of the United Team, and I want you to taste this taste today!

Mitsui Wood originally came to Los Angeles to negotiate real estate, and their consortium was going to buy an office building here.

He heard that Mr. Frank was holding a charity auction, so he asked for an invitation through a relationship.

What he didn't expect was that he ran into Liu Qingshan, an old friend, and immediately sparked a spark.

The moment he saw Mitsuigi, Liu Qingshan quickly judged the situation and knew that today's events could not be good.

After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and gestured again: Half million.

One million! Mitsui Mu even put on an aggressive posture.

Looking at his arrogant posture, Grace on the side was very angry and muttered: Your offer, it won't be in Japanese yen, right?

There was a low chuckle all around.

Mitsui Mu looked proud: Master Zhang's paintings enjoy a high reputation internationally, and are also favored by domestic collectors. They can be called national treasures, and I will not miss them.

What he said is true. Master Zhang was also invited to hold an art exhibition in the island country, and it was indeed very popular.

It's just that this guy calls it a national treasure, and the meaning is different: your Chinese national treasure is collected by us, hehe, what do you think?

One and a half million! Liu Qingshan continued to increase the price with a calm expression.

In the hall, there was a low exclamation. This price has exceeded the current price range of Master Zhang's paintings.

You must know that in the 1970s, museums in the United States collected Master Zhang's works, and the purchase price was only 150,000 US dollars.

Including the expansion of the past ten years, the price has doubled or tripled at most.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Mitsui's mouth: Three million!

He was exhausted to carry on with Liu Qingshan, because he knew that on such occasions, celebrities gathered and they were the best witnesses.

What two people are fighting for now is not a painting, but each represents their own country, and they are competing for the top.

Therefore, Mitsui Wood firmly believes that the other party will never back down.

After the painting has been carried to a sky-high price, he will withdraw the ladder. At that time, ask Liu Qingshan to hug the painting and cry.

Hahaha! Thinking of this, Mitsui Mu's heart was very happy. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to laugh three times in the sky to retaliate for the suffocation at the auction a few years ago.

Boss, don't argue with that guy, he's a lunatic!

Grace whispered in Liu Qingshan's ear, although the boss just made a big profit, but the money was not brought by the wind. As an assistant, she had to remind her.

Liu Qingshan smiled and called out another price: 3.5 million.

At this moment, there were exclamations in the hall. At this price, works of painters of the level of Van Gogh and Monet can be photographed.

Five million! Mitsui Mu did not hesitate to completely detonate the atmosphere in the hall.

Even the owner of this charity auction, Mr. Frank, frowned slightly. The development of the situation was beyond his control and went against his original intention.

Generally speaking, charity auctions are more symbolic, and everyone will not really get angry.

As a result, these two young people now see red with the bayonet.

Frank also shook his head slightly: young people today don't understand things at all.

So he couldn't help complaining to an old friend beside him: George, young people like to show off too much.

No, this is a war. George Soros has long seen the connotation of this matter.

Mr. Soros, who is an old friend of Frank, naturally came over to join in.

Frank asked a butler-like person behind him for a few questions, and he knew in his heart that the unpleasantness just now was swept away, and his slack face even became interested:

Then George, who do you prefer to win?

Soros shook his head: There is no winner, but I am more optimistic about that Chinese boy. Just a few days ago, he just swept nearly 100 million US dollars from the stock market.

Speaking of this, Soros felt a little itchy in his teeth, making him have the urge to bite something.

Oh, this is a very powerful young man. Frank told the butler behind him to pour two glasses of red wine.

Wouldn't it be fun to watch the battle while tasting wine.

But unexpectedly, the battle on the field has already been decided.

Liu Qingshan shrugged his shoulders and threw out a sentence lightly: I choose to quit.

The auctioneer was overjoyed and dropped the hammer directly: Congratulations to Mr. Mitsui, for winning this painting, the transaction price is five million US dollars!

Although the auctioneer has no commission to take in this kind of charity auction, but being able to fetch such a high price will also improve his reputation.

There was a sparse applause around, but Mitsui wood was a little dazed: boy, are you not bidding?

At this moment, he didn't feel the joy of winning the auction in his heart at all. Instead, he had a feeling of being held in the air, then snapped and fell heavily.

The pure-looking woman next to Mitsui Wood reminded him softly, and this made Mitsui Wood return to his senses. He raised his arm mechanically, waved it in the air, and thanked those who applauded.

But why do you always feel that the eyes projected around you seem to be somewhat mocking?

On the other side, Mr. Frank, the owner of the auction, shook his head with a smile: George, you seem to have guessed wrong. The young man you are optimistic about seems to lack a little courage.

Putting himself in his shoes, even if it was Frank himself, he wouldn't back down easily in front of everyone's eyes.

Soros also fell into thinking, and in his heart, the level of danger of Liu Qingshan was raised by another level.

An opponent who can advance and retreat freely is of course more difficult to deal with.

When the applause stopped, Liu Qingshan also smiled and said, Mizui-kun, congratulations.

There was a chuckle around, and Mitsuigi's face instantly flushed red, and he felt as if he was being played by someone as a monkey.

Liu Qingshan looked away from Mitsuigi, fell on the face of the old man on the other side, and nodded slightly.

Du Bo also smiled and nodded slightly.

Just now, Liu Qingshan was determined to fight with Mitsui Mu to the end: even if he knew it was a battle of will, he was not allowed to back down.

But just as he was about to continue bidding, his keen senses sensed an unusual gaze.

So he found Du Bo, who was diagonally opposite, shaking his head slightly at him very covertly.

A thought suddenly flashed through Liu Qingshan's mind, remembering what the auctioneer mentioned just now, the provider of this painting seems to be called Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng, Du Bo.

Liu Qingshan seemed to understand something, so he simply retreated.

Although he had only had contact with this Du Bo twice, Liu Qingshan knew that Du Bo was a very old-fashioned Chinese who would not cheat his compatriots. He chose to trust him.

The auction came to an end temporarily and began to enter the rest session in the middle, where the guests rested and communicated.

Didn't you say it was a dinner party, why didn't you see the food? Li Tieniu's big eyes looked around, but he was a little disappointed.

Grace was very happy: I reminded anyone who told you not to eat before coming here.

Although it's called a dinner party, no one would really go there to eat and drink, and the host wouldn't prepare it like that at all.

Liu Qingshan was about to go over to say hello to Du Bo, but he saw Du Bo and an old lady walking towards them, supporting each other.

Liu Qingshan didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly greeted him: Du Bo, you...

Before he could say hello, the old lady next to Du Bo suddenly walked past Liu Qingshan with an excited expression. With dim yellow eyes, she stared at Liu Yinfeng who was behind Liu Qingshan, and asked in a trembling voice:

Who is Huang Shuzhen?

Liu Qingshan was also stunned for a moment, his eyes stopped on the old lady's face, feeling a bit cordial and familiar.

Liu Yinfeng reached out and grabbed the old man's arm: Don't get excited, my grandma's boudoir name is Shuzhen.

In an instant, two lines of turbid tears flowed from the eyes of the old lady: Shuzhen is my sister...

Perhaps because he was too excited, the old man's body twitched a few times and then slumped down.

This time, the people around him were shocked. Liu Qingshan rushed over to help the second sister and support the old man.

Then he hurriedly asked Grace to take out a small medicine bottle from the bag, poured out a few capsules of Musk Rescue Pill, and stuffed it under the old man's tongue.

Great joy and great sorrow are very dangerous things for the elderly.

Fortunately, Liu Qingshan kept several common first aid medicines with him. After less than a minute, the old man's face softened and his eyes slowly opened. He just looked at Liu Yinfeng and wept silently.

Among Liu Qingshan's two sisters, the second sister is the most similar to her grandmother. Liu Qingshan heard her talk about it more than once.

Now it seems that this old man must be grandma's sister, his own aunt.

Liu Qingshan never imagined that in a foreign country, he could still recognize his relatives. Liu Qingshan's heart was filled with excitement.

Auntie, it's alright, don't get excited, my grandma is doing well in her hometown, very well.

Liu Qingshan comforted the old man in his arms, and when he saw a sofa not far away, he hugged the old man directly.

After stabilizing for a few minutes, the old man recovered completely. Her dry palm always held Liu Yinfeng's hand tightly. It seemed that as soon as she released it, she would lose the news of her relatives again.

Auntie, there is good news. Uncle and grandpa are on Hong Kong Island. This is Yueming, the granddaughter of uncle and grandfather. Today, our family is reunited.

Liu Yinfeng spoke to the old lady in a soft voice, tears also flashing in her eyes.

The same is true for Huang Yueming, she also bent down and snuggled in front of the old lady:

Auntie, my grandfather is fine too.

Wow, wow, you are all good kids!

The old man stretched out his hands and stroked Liu Yinfeng and Huang Yueming's hair at the same time. At this moment, she only felt great comfort and no regrets in this life.

Du Bo, who was on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, the old wife suddenly fell ill, which shocked him a lot.

He was about to take the medicine, but he was not as quick as Liu Qingshan, and the medicine seemed to be more effective.

Originally, he thought that the old wife's delusion was caused by missing her relatives, and she must have recognized the wrong person.

Unexpectedly, he actually met his relatives for more than 50 years, and even he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Just as he sighed, a soft call suddenly came from beside him: Grandpa.

Du Yunfeng raised his hand and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder lightly: It seems that we are really destined.

Around them, someone suddenly clapped softly, and soon, the applause broke out.

Those guests all deliberately controlled their applause and did not make it too loud, but everyone had a smile on their faces, expressing their blessings to these reunited relatives.

Thank you everyone. As a junior, Liu Qingshan, of course, would like to express his thanks to the people around him on behalf of his aunt and grandfather.

At this time, the owner Frank also came over, and he also smiled: Mr. Du, congratulations, is your wife okay?

Du Yunfeng and Frank shook hands: Old friend, I would like to thank you. If it wasn't for the party you organized, how could we be able to reunite our relatives.

After he finished speaking, he pulled Liu Qingshan closer and said with a smile: Old friend, let me introduce to you, this is my grandson Mountain, who came to study here. He is also a little accomplished in music.

A few days ago, he created the song The Last of the Mohicans.

At this moment, Du Yunfeng, like other old people, showed his younger generation to his old friends, and the proud look on his face could be seen by anyone.

Liu Qingshan was a little embarrassed by the old man's praise, and quickly bowed: Hello, Mr. Frank.

Frank said with a smile: My old friend, I used to have this problem. If there is something good, I can't help but want to share it with others, hahaha.

At this time, someone next to him interjected: No, Mr. Mountain, he is indeed a very good young man. He just defeated me not long ago.

It was another old man beside Frank who was speaking. He stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan: Get to know me, I'm George Soros.

Oh, Soros?

Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand and shook it and said, Mr. Soros, it should be said that we are all winners.

Young man, until the end, no one can easily say victory. Soros also said haha.

Looking at Soros' smiling face, Liu Qingshan felt the fighting spirit in the other's eyes. It seemed that the battle with this Wall Street tycoon had just begun.