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Hong Yang looks like a talented person, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like bright stars, standing side by side with Song Wenyuan and Jiang Biying at the door, such a talented man and woman look like a rare famous painting, people passing by turned their heads one after another look at them.

Jiang Biying smiled and said, "Wen Yuan usually shows Mr. Huang's shop in Antique Street, but he doesn't often come to the auction house. Of course you won't see him."

"Why don't you come out for a walk if you have nothing to do?" Hong Yang warmly hugged Song Wenyuan, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Staying in the square inch of Antique Street all day long, you've become a big girl."

Song Wenyuan chuckled, "You're still so cheerful, you haven't changed a bit from when you were in junior high school."

"You have changed a lot," Hong Yang smiled, showing his small canine teeth, "You are much calmer than before, no wonder my foreigner boss always said that the young talents in the Nanjing antique shop, no matter your eyesight or personality, you are the only one. share."

"Come on, it sounds fake to me," Jiang Biying ran on him, "Kembard hates Wen Yuan to the bone, he will praise him? Don't put money on that old man's face."

Hong Yang frowned at her exaggeratedly, "Hey, the goddess hasn't changed much since she was in junior high school? This little face still looks like a junior high school student, and her personality has not changed even more. .”

"Fuck you, are you okay to provoke me?" Jiang Biying laughed angrily at him, and kicked him.

"Ouch, pay attention to your image! Image!" Hong Yang was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, clearly dressed as a social elite, but his behavior was flamboyant. He jumped back nimbly, avoiding Jiang Biying's flying legs, and pointed at her high heels shouted, "Murder!"

Song Wenyuan smiled and watched the pair of old classmates fighting, "You guys also look like adults, Hong Yang, what are you doing at the auction house?"

"Hey, isn't that my boss?" Hong Yang, as a wage earner, is full of bitterness, "I got this Song edition book a while ago, and it's like a convulsion. I have to participate in the special session on ancient books and inscriptions that Jiahua will hold at the end of this month." The auction, I have been busy for a quarter, the catalog is ready, and the preview will be previewed soon, he wants to stop, and sent me to come early in the morning to talk about this matter."

Song Wenyuan keenly captured a word, "Song edition book?"

"That book is incredible," Hong Yang said solemnly. "Zhu Xi's original work, the official engraved copy of the Southern Song Dynasty, has been passed down in an orderly manner. As a foreigner, my boss is full of praise."

"I've heard about this. That "Book of Changes" is said to be very precious," Jiang Biying said, "Ken Bud didn't get the book for a long time, but he was in a hurry and sent people to talk about it several times. Participating in this special auction, I actually want to say that the book is a rare book, and Kembard is not short of money, so it can be placed in the autumn auction in early November."

Hong Yang said, "You don't know that. Our boss is obsessed with Chinese culture. He doesn't have much money to live on. He bought them all as antiques and put them in the collection room. Now he probably wants something more It’s a precious antique, and I need to sell a few old things in exchange for two dollars.”

Song Wenyuan snorted coldly, and mocked very bluntly, "I'm afraid it wasn't put in the collection room, but smuggled to his manor in England."

"What do you mean?" The smile on Hong Yang's face turned cold, and he frowned, "Old classmate, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Xing is also a well-known collector, if you slander him for smuggling cultural relics, you will be accused of slander."

Song Wenyuan didn't take his warning seriously at all, and turned to Jiang Biying and said, "I want to report to you that the Song Edition book sent by Kembard is an unearthed cultural relic that must never be auctioned, and it has been unearthed for less than half a year."

Jiang Biying immediately became serious, "What's going on?"

Hong Yang said angrily, "Song Wenyuan, don't talk nonsense. There are many book collectors' imprints on this book. It has been passed down in an orderly manner. It is not an unearthed cultural relic at all!"

"You know if you're talking nonsense," Song Wenyuan said expressionlessly, ""The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes" was buried in Tao Zhongwen's tomb. It has been buried underground for more than 400 years. It is really an orderly inheritance. As for the collection of books on it...I'm afraid yours The boss is not only suspected of tomb robbery, but also of fraud!"

Both of them are handsome young men, even if they quarrel, they are quite pleasing to the eye. People come and go in and out of the auction house from time to time. Seeing this, they stop to watch the beautiful men quarreling, and some even take out their mobile phones and start recording.

Jiang Biying's pretty face was covered with frost, and she roared, "Enough! If you two want to be famous, don't drag me to Jiahua Auction House. I will investigate what's going on. Hong Yang, please go back and find an authoritative expert to appraise it. , Song Wenyuan, you want to say that this book is an unearthed cultural relic, but you have to show evidence!"

Song Wenyuan looked at her calmly, "Whether it is an unearthed cultural relic or not, invite a few masters of calligraphy and painting appreciation to appraise it, and it will naturally reveal the truth."

Hong Yang's face was very ugly, and he said with hatred, "This is simply unreasonable trouble. The owner of this book is the British friend Lord Kembard. If you are so troublesome, what should you do if you cause damage to the old master's reputation? compensation?"

"Wen Yuan's method is feasible," Jiang Biying said. "Although the auction law does not require the auction house to be authentic, Jiahua Auction House has never auctioned fakes. Hong Yang, please go back and tell Mr. Kembard that since the auction house If you have doubts, then I will ask my dad to hold a public appraisal meeting, please be prepared."

"True gold is not afraid of fire, the old man will definitely prove the innocence of himself and "The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes,"" Hong Yang said solemnly, and lifted his legs to leave.

The three of them, one is Kembard's confidant secretary, the other is Huang Xingyun's closed disciple, and the other is Jiang's favorite. The scene of arguing standing at the door of the auction house is a once-in-a-lifetime scene, and they were soon stabbed into major art appreciation. On the forum, there are both pictures and texts, which is simply a farce.

The culprit of the quarrel among the three——"The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes" also appeared in front of everyone. Some people searched through piles of old papers, trying to find information about the inheritance of this book, and found that the first time it appeared in modern times was not long ago. At the antique fair held in Chongqing, in just two months, three hands have already been sold.

For a while, although the ancient book hadn't appeared yet, the discussions on the Internet were already overwhelming.

But Song Wenyuan, who caused all this, seemed to have nothing happened, and went to Xiaoxuan window to work on time every day, without showing any strange emotions.

"Isn't that person a reporter from "Chinese Works of Art" just now?" Kong Xin stepped into the door of Xiaoxuan's window and asked, pointing to the back of a person walking out of the door.

Song Wenyuan stopped wiping the porcelain, glanced at his fingers, nodded, "Yes, just came to interview me with a few questions."

Kong Xin frowned, "What's the problem?"

"It's nothing more than gossip about "The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes," Song Wenyuan smiled calmly, "For example, how do I know this book is an unearthed cultural relic, what do I think of Kembard, and what Hong and I think about it." The feeling that old classmate Yang turned his face."

"How did you answer?" Kong Xin lifted his clothes and sat down in the shop.

"Answer truthfully. I got this book by chance when I participated in treasure appraisal activities with my teacher in Hubei. After returning to Nanjing, I donated it to the museum. My opinion on Kembard is very simple. The foreign devil who smuggled national treasures, Hong Yang... …he was young, inexperienced, and blinded by Kembard."

Song Wenyuan found out the tea leaves that Huang Xingyun put in the drawer, brewed a cup of Mingqian Longjing tea, and put it in front of Kong Xin, "Mr. Kong has a good tea from the teacher's collection. How does it taste?"

Kong Xin took a sip and praised, "Although your teacher is not a good person, he really enjoys it."

Song Wenyuan laughed and didn't say much.

Kong Xin was sitting in someone else's shop, drinking tea from someone else's house, and admiring their collections, without any feeling of embarrassment or restraint. His natural state was even more casual than in his own home.

Song Wenyuan smiled apologetically, "Mr. Kong is here today, is he looking for something from the teacher?"

"No, I'm looking for you," Kong Xin looked up at the young man in front of him, with peach blossom eyes that were getting older and more thief, carefully scrutinized him for a moment, then smiled lightly, and waved to Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan didn't know why, so he saw another clerk in the store playing with his mobile phone with his head down, then bent over and said, "Did you find me..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Kong Xin stretched out his long arms, hooked Song Wenyuan's neck, pulled him to his side, leaned into his ear and asked with a smirk, "How does my family taste like innocence?"

"!!!" Song Wenyuan's heartbeat almost stopped in an instant.

Kong Xin let go of his hand and frowned slightly, "Have you succeeded yet?"

Song Wenyuan didn't know what he meant, weighed it for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Kong, please don't worry too much. I like naivety, but... I will respect his choice."

"That's it..." Kong Xin's voice was a little disappointed for some reason, he thought about it, and said softly, "His stupid father made two hours of overseas phone calls, crying to me that his son was raped by someone."

Song Wenyuan sucked in a breath of air, "Fraud... rape?"

Kong Xin nodded solemnly, "It is said that there is a hickey on the innocent neck, but he himself thought it was a mosquito bag. It can be seen that the murderer committed the crime without his knowledge, and then made up such an obvious lie to deceive him .”

The corner of Song Wenyuan's mouth twitched, "Since you are naive and believe it to be true, it can be seen that this lie is quite effective."

"Hahaha," Kong Xin laughed, "I knew it was you as soon as I thought about it. There are only a few friends in Tianzhen. Wang Sanxiao doesn't have the guts to lie to him by leaving hickeys, and that's you."

Song Wenyuan smiled with him, and then said sternly, "I didn't want to lie to him, I was just naive. He always thought he was heterosexual and regarded the brotherhood between us as very important. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that after confessing Not even a brother did."

Kong Xin nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "You should know my situation. I don't have a son. Our Kong family, Luo family, and Kang family have only one child, Tian Zhen, in this generation. We all want to give him The best life in the world, who he likes and who he doesn't like is his freedom, but to be honest, seeing him being hurt over and over again by Jiang Biying makes us feel very distressed."

Song Wenyuan's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he looked at him blankly, "Mr. Kong, what do you mean..."

"What I mean is useless," Kong Xin smirked. "Whether you can achieve a positive result depends on Tian Zhen's own intention."

Watching his figure leave the store, Song Wenyuan didn't come back to his senses for a long time, wondering why this person came suddenly?

Could it be that... before I started confessing, I have already obtained the approval of my husband's family?

What is this!