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The auctioneer didn't say a word, and the room exploded!

Many people couldn't help but stood up and exclaimed: "What? Li Xin's design? How is this possible? She never left anything behind! You said that Li Xin's design is very unique, I believe you! But you said That's Li Xin's stuff, I don't have it!"

When she looked at the man in his 60s, she was also moved.

Obviously he also knew Lessing.

Many people around her shouted excitedly: "Yes, I don't believe it! Golden Fritillaria, Li Xin, has never left any patterns in this world! She ruined everything she had! So, how do you prove that this is really?"

"I don't know, who is the goddess Li Xin in the auction house?"

"I don't know either, no!"

The second time was at Yan's birthday party when a car hit him.

The third time, when he was pushed off the roof.

Mom, Mom, you've been here, haven't you?

Your spirit in heaven has been watching over me and protecting me, hasn't it?

Everyone in the audience looked back at Cheng Qingran.

Seeing Cheng Qingran's face, they were also stunned.

Like, really like!

Almost the same eyebrows, almost the same determination, almost the same pride and indomitableness.

If she wasn't Li Xin's daughter, no one would believe her.

Because in this world, no stranger is so alike.

If a person's facial features can be similar, it is the charm between the eyebrows, that kind of charm, a stranger is absolutely impossible to have!

We left the booth and walked slowly towards the booth.

As soon as Cheng Qingran arrived, the auctioneer bowed, "Miss Qin, please! If it's your mother's handwriting, please read the words on it."

Cheng Qingran nodded.

Reaching over, I picked up a glove offered by another auctioneer, put it on slowly, and opened the small mahogany box.

Inside the box, a set of blueprints sat quietly.

We open it to see familiar handwriting, blurring his vision.

Yes, this is my mother's handwriting.

She is not wrong.

We put down the blueprint and retrieve a letter from his mother to his teacher.

This letter, Cheng Qingran, has always been with her, as if she was still with her mother.

I had no idea the letter was of such great use here.

The auctioneer was ecstatic to find that Cheng Qingran had brought this letter, carefully took it from Cheng Qingran's hand, unfolded it slowly, and compared it with the text on the design, so that the audience could compare.

On the big screen, the manuscript of the letter and the blueprint appeared immediately.

Most of the people here are professionals.

It only took one glance to know that this is indeed a masterpiece of one person.

This design is indeed the work of Li Xin, the goddess of the Northern Jin Dynasty!

After the bid evaluation, the auctioneer folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and solemnly sent the letter back to Cheng Qingran: "Thank you very much for your cooperation! Thank you! Please return to your seat."

We put away the letter and looked back at the box involuntarily.

The longing and nostalgia behind her eyes is so clear.

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That was Mom's relic!

If you have money, how good is it to get it?

Cheng Qingran's eyes turned black, she knew she didn't have that much money.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get the box today.

Cheng Qingran walked three steps back to his box.

Her clear eyes touched people's hearts.

Cheng Min suddenly became excited.

If Cheng Qingran cared so much about this design, she would accept it!

As long as it hits Cheng Qingran!

Whatever it is!

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Xiao Zhao on one side moved his eyes, slowly came out of the box, and quietly dialed the phone, and the situation report came out.

But as soon as Noah was back in the box, he said to Qui: "Okay, I'll take a picture of you later! Your mom's stuff, of course, you should keep!"

Cheng Qing shook his head. "Okay, don't push it! Because it's in someone else's hands, my mother must have given it to someone else that year. It's not an insult to my mother's reputation to put it up for auction. Knowing that my mother and so many precious It may comfort me to be in the final auction with my artwork.”

But Noah wanted to say something, but Noah shook her head and told her not to say anything more.

Jen may have thoughts of her own, but she doesn't say anything.

Now, all five treasures are on display.

The official auction is about to begin!

The auctioneer stood there and said beamingly, "Now, the auction of the first precious item has begun. This bronze sword comes from the collection of a distant relative who used to be a very famous martial artist and has been passed down. This The sword was an unworthy son's heirloom, passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom. After a few generations, it fell into the hands of an old Chinese man who wanted to buy it back, but sold for millions.