Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Po was still squatting at the door.

She put away her umbrella, looked up lazily at the continuous heavy rain, her long hair was randomly tied behind her head by a simple wooden hairpin, the hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and mist, and fell slightly across the cold white face cheek.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find the way home, accidentally broke into the splashed ink painting.

"You walk very slowly." Bai Ke looked up at him, her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fuli returned the mobile phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said casually: "I saw a classmate who is not very smart in your class doing a problem."

"Who is it?" Bai Po got up and followed him outside. The training class was filled with top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There is no one who is not so smart.

She took the phone, the red ribbon on her right hand reflected her white jade-like wrist, the color was bright and rich.

"Sit in front of you."

Bai Po: "...?"

Ning Xiao, who is said to be admitted to Jiangjing University this year and who is always number one and number two in the school?

He is not very bright?

Jiang Fuli was holding the umbrella, his knuckles were clearly defined, "Why do you want to show your classmate the questions today?"

"Oh, it's divided into groups," Bai Po walked lazily, "in a group of four, I copied a copy for the other three teammates."

Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

While the two were talking, when they arrived at the milk tea shop, Ming Dongheng squatted at the door of the milk tea shop with Jiang He.

Jiang He was still turning the seventh-order fifth Rubik's Cube slowly. The seventh-order fifth Rubik's Cube was a sphere with twelve faces, and the formulas for quick twisting were numerous and complicated, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple to write the formulas for him. Can only rely on memory to restore.

So his actions were terrible for Jiang Fuli, Jiang Fuli slightly looked away.

Jiang He: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.

Bai Po went to grab his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"

Jiang He grabbed her by the corner of her clothes, and would not look at Jiang Fuli anyway.

Seeing Jiang Fuli approaching, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him, and handed him the red invitation letter in his hand, "Chen Bureau bought an invitation letter on the black market, and the auction will start at seven o'clock in the evening the day after."

"Are you sure it's the authentic work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside, and took the invitation with his hand, desolately.

"Definitely, but who it came from will have to wait for the auction to announce."

Jiang Fuli nodded, leaning on the sofa in the corner with a slender figure, and put the invitation letter on the table, "What questions did you leave today?"

Bai Po handed him the title, and set his eyes on the familiar invitation letter——

Because Zhang Shize took it to play table tennis, there was an obvious depression in the middle.

she:"……"

"Don't send this answer to your classmates yet," Jiang Fuli finished explaining to her, picked up a pen, and wrote down another question, in a calm tone without any emotion, "Let them think for themselves first."

**

When Bai Po went back, the rain gradually subsided.

Today, Ji Shaorong was still waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.

When she went back, the lights in Ji Heng's yard were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the main room.

There is also a beautiful gift on the table.

It is Ren Qian's secretary-general.

"Miss Bai is back." Seeing Bai Po, the Secretary-General got up to say goodbye, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

It was obvious that he had come back by pinching the white scorpion before leaving.

After the people left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I'll just go and talk to Ren's family, and even though the police force in Xiangcheng has been strengthened, it may not be possible to..."

"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Po sat on the side, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for them to finish talking.

Ji Heng lowered his head and took a puff of the cigarette. In the smog, Bai Po was looking at him for a moment: "..."

"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out: "I remembered that I made ginger soup for Ah Shao. I'll go and see if it's ready."

On a rainy Saturday, Bai Po and Jiang He spent another day reading in the library.

They all have something to do on Sunday night.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Po came back from the library, the Ren family's car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street to pick her up on time.

"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, "Your grandfather and our husband went to the auction house, Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here, do you want to go?"

Bai Po raised his eyes and asked lazily, "The auction house?"

"Yes, today there is an auction item of Liang Zewen's disciple, and your grandfather went too."

Bai Po stopped in place for a long while before nodding.

The driver glanced at her, not surprised.

Bai Po sat at the back, with his wrists loosely resting on his knees, opened the vocabulary app on his phone and began to recite English words.

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew this was the Ji family.

But she didn't expect that she would not feel cramped in the slightest when she was riding in a commercial vehicle of this level for the first time.

The car slowly drove into the intersection of Heishui Street.

At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over an official document, and the other party let the other party go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass to come here, especially because there is an auction today, not everyone can come in."

Bai Po was reciting words without raising his head.

The White Tiger Auction House is at the end of Heishui Street. From a distance, a 20-meter-tall stone white tiger is lying majestically at the entrance of the auction house.

There was a queue of people at the entrance.

The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car far away, "Miss Bai, go to the line first, and Mr. Ren and the others will go in first, and someone will pick you up at the entrance."

Bai Po put on his earphones and got out of the car and walked into the crowd.

With a cigarette in his hand, Mao Kun stood at the entrance of the auction house to guard against troublemakers.

He has yellow hair and is vicious. He has a great reputation in this street, especially when it was recently heard that the poisonous scorpion was broken because of him.

Heishui Street is very famous for its ability to beat poisonous scorpions, and it can knock down poisonous scorpions. This Mao Kun is not an ordinary person at first glance.

His notoriety spread far and wide, and even the people in the arena were in awe of him.

Today's auction will face VIPs from all over the world, and he was brought here by his godfather.

Others who knew him wanted to stay three meters away from him.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw the white scorpion in the crowd.

Mao Kun narrowed his eyes, stood up quickly and walked into the crowd.

"Whoa-"

A group of wealthy businessmen who lined up hurriedly dispersed.

"Sister," Mao Kun walked up to Bai Po, and patted his head naively, "Aren't you not coming? Why are you crowded with this group of people? I'll take you in from the back."

Mao Kun took the white scorpion and went in through the VIP passage at the back.

The White Tiger Auction House is very large, with a circular shape. There are three floors from top to bottom. The first and second floors are ordinary boxes, and the third floor is special boxes.

Knowing that Ren's box was on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor. The box on the first floor was very small, with only a table and a few wooden chairs. He was not satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, I Help you change to the third floor?"

Bai Po found a chair by the window and sat down, leaning her elbows lazily on the window sill. Today she was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved blouse, and the woven light blue buttons were neatly buttoned. White wrists, and loosely tied red wristbands.

Sit down, and the dress will cover the entire chair.

"No need." She leaned loosely on the window sill, her almond eyes drooped slightly, and she couldn't hide her beauty when she raised her eyes.

Mao Kun didn't dare to look any more, he made someone serve tea, and asked Bai Po to come to him directly if he had something to do, and then he went out to suppress the scene again.

It was nearly seven o'clock.

There was only the sound of entering the hall on the first floor.

Outside the door, Ren Qian walked in the front, and beside him was Ji Heng, and the two walked towards the box while talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu walked last.

"It's been seven years, and I may not be able to find it..." While Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, the secretary-general helped them open the door of the box, and Ren Qian suddenly stopped talking.

In the small box, someone has already arrived first.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stopped, Ren Wanxuan was even more incredible, "Why did you arrive first?"

To enter the White Tiger Auction, you have to go through a strict queuing security check. They came early, but they had to wait for nearly two hours before they could enter. Who knew that they would see Bai Chi sitting by the window as soon as they entered.

Bai Po was reciting words, and she was pressing the screen of the phone casually with one hand. When she heard the voice, she lazily tilted her head, "Grandpa."

After a pause, he greeted Ren Qian politely.

Didn't get up the whole time.

Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite appearance, and then saw that Ji Heng was just sitting like this, she could not help but sit beside Chen Zhu, closed her eyes, and slowly uttered two words: "vulgar."

She is good at etiquette and has always looked down on the Ji family's vulgar behavior.

Chen Zhu didn't make a sound, the auction started on time at seven o'clock, and the first auction item was a red tourmaline.

The beautiful and elegant auctioneer displayed the rubellite in the glassware, "collection-grade rubellite, 106 carats, starting price 200 million."

Those who come here are not short of money, and the price will soon reach 300 million.

Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped. Beside him, the Secretary-General pressed the bid button, "350 million."

After finishing speaking, he explained with a smile: "Ms. Wanxuan's birthday is coming soon, Mr. Ren asked me to keep an eye on an item for her birthday."

When he was talking, he suddenly saw Bai Jian, and the secretary general coughed again and stopped talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu sat on the side. It was the first time for the two of them to come to the auction house, and they couldn't calm down. They were studying the items in the auction house. Hearing the voice of the secretary general, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you keep buying these? I haven't worn the one I bought last time."

The secretary-general smiled, and didn't say much, "Of course I want it."

"700." A dull voice sounded from the third floor.

Hearing this voice, Bai Po couldn't help but glanced towards the third floor.

Why is it so like a paramecium.

The price was suddenly pulled from 500 to 700 million.

700 million, which is not particularly expensive for a collection-level red tourmaline.

But it has exceeded Ren's family's estimate, and the secretary-general looked at Ren Qian as if asking.

Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, the VIPs on the third floor should not be contested."

Their Ren family doesn't have the capital to compete with them.

The red tourmaline was taken down by the third floor.

The auction items came one after another, and Bai Jian didn't care about it any more, and the box on the third floor didn't make any more noise.

In the middle, Ren Qian took another picture of other ink treasures.

Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat up straight and stared at the auction stage intently.

Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

09: 30.

The tall auctioneer in a long Chinese-style dress smiled gracefully: "I know why everyone is here. Believe me, this finale auction will never disappoint you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to remove the red cloth behind her.

A carefully maintained framed text appeared in front of everyone, it was a poem that was swayed wantonly——

[The soul of the old general returns to the place where he is drunk and drinking.

The long pavilion is ten miles short, and it is difficult to cool the cold armor and blood.

Going for a fork, Qingying enters the temple.

The spear rises against the waves, and the pen sharpens its edge.

——"Changting · Sending off the Army"]

There are not many words in this poem, but each word is mentioned according to the urgency, the hidden front is sparse and dense, the odd twist is straight, and the strokes are free and easy after penetrating the wood for three minutes. Each word is vivid on the paper, full of vitality as if it has the temperature of life.

Behind her, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze, "Qingying entered the temple... So this is Liang Ti."

No one can feel the rush of life more than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seems to be able to see the woman in white scribbling pen and ink, and achieving it overnight.

"Because the font is in Liang style, and the inscription is also Liang Zewen's private seal, we at the auction house thought it was Liang's own handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath. It was written to him by his sister when Bai Chongyu was in the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the god of history, was a junior in the fifteenth middle school and an eighteenth Huiyuan. After his father died, he abandoned his pen and joined the army at the age of 20 and went to the battlefield with a gun , his sister hoped that he could return home safely before writing in front of the hall. Later, because he did not come back, she wanted to throw this calligraphy, but according to historical records, her teacher picked it up again. It can be said that Liang Zewen left it for us. This one and only calligraphy is of great historical significance for collection..."

The auctioneer is still talking in detail.

In the box, Bai Ke rested his chin on the window sill, quietly looking at the almost yellowed framed calligraphy.

The authentic work from thousands of years ago has been preserved until now, and it seems that the wind, flowers, snow and moon of thousands of years ago can be glimpsed through the words.

When hearing the starting price of 5000 million: "..."

She watched it so seriously that she didn't hear Ji Heng calling her several times.

Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Po. Seeing her staring blankly at the picture, he smiled with surprise in his voice, "Student Bai, do you have any research on Liang Ti? How long do you think this picture will eventually be photographed?" ?”

Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came back to her senses, she squinted at Bai Po.

I don't understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Po this question. The Ji family doesn't seem to know how to study Liang Ti.

Bai Po tilted her head, she turned her eyes away from the framed calligraphy, and lazily recited the words again, "This calligraphy is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it, and her wrist strength is not strong enough. The starting price is too high."

"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was originally unhappy because Ren Qian valued Bai Po so much. She even invited Ji's family when she came to the auction, but Bai Po pretended to know everything. Now even Liang Zewen's The apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, half of the calligraphy world is her fans. Even if you practice this kind of calligraphy for 100 years, you can't reach one-tenth of it. It's not enough wrist strength, can you go back and read more if you don't understand?"