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The auction of Baizhen Pavilion is an annual event in City C. There is a saying from the outside world: Eight out of ten antiques are treasures, and it is about the wide number of visitors on Baizhen Pavilion Road in City C.
On the day of the auction, the antiquities were taken out of the warehouse one by one early, and a young man at the door carried out the final verification according to the list, lest there would be any mistakes in the middle.
The inner court of Baizhen Pavilion is divided into private rooms and hall seats, but those who can enter the inner court are people with backgrounds, even the guests in the hall seats are powerful outside.
In the background, Cheng Xi, the bright boss of Baizhen Pavilion, is repeatedly telling the employees about the procedures and precautions later, emphasizing repeatedly that no mistakes can be made.
It wasn't that Cheng Xi was timid on the spot, but that there were many newcomers this year. They were not as experienced as the old people in previous years. He was afraid that someone would make a mistake and smash the signboard of Baizhen Pavilion.
"Boss." A young man hurriedly trot in from the backstage entrance, and whispered in Cheng Xi's ear, "Mr. Zhou is here."
Cheng Xi, who was still stern at first, suddenly changed his expression. He didn't care about admonishing the staff, turned around and left in a hurry.
"It seems that he is a powerful big shot." Hei Qi, who was watching the excitement, muttered.
Bai Qi looked at the antiques displayed beside him, with a thoughtful expression, "How much do you think God is worth?"
Black Seven "" If it is missing, he will smash it, right? But if the price for his auction is not highit feels like a Shura field again.
Cheng Xi hurried up to the third floor, stood still in front of a room with five golden coins embedded in the door, straightened his clothes and wiped off his sweat, and opened the door from the inside just as he was about to knock.
The person who opened the door was a man about forty years old. When Cheng Xi saw him, he immediately took two steps back and called out respectfully, "Uncle Qiu."
"Sir, I don't see anyone." Qiu Lihai said earnestly.
"Mr. Zhou is interested in coming?" Cheng Xi asked tentatively.
"If there is a gentleman who likes it, he will bid, and everything will follow the original process." Qiu Lihai said.
"Yes." Cheng Xi couldn't hide her disappointment at not seeing Feiyin last week, but she didn't dare to force her, so she could only leave in embarrassment.
There is a five-foot-wide stone alley in the innermost part of Siluo Alley, and at the end of the stone alley is a century-old house. In the house lives a man named Zhou Feiyin. People outside respectfully call him Mr. Zhou.
The people living in Siluo Lane are big shots from all walks of life, but Zhou Feiyin is a sword hanging over the heads of those big shots. No matter how domineering people see him, they all shrink their tails like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Did you see it? The room for ancient hardware and coins is open."
"Is the one from Siluo Lane here?"
"Mr. Zhou has never been out of Siluo Lane except for major events. It seems that there is a treasure tonight."
Everyone who entered the venue saw the lights on in the perennially dark room on the third floor, so they all whispered and discussed.
Cheng Xi glanced at the screen upstairs from behind, took a deep breath, got up and walked towards the high platform in the center of the arena.
As Cheng Xi came to the stage and spoke, everyone who had been whispering shut their mouths and became quiet one after another, except that they occasionally glanced at the third floor.
In the room on the third floor, a man in a black Tang suit was sitting in a wheelchair and brewing tea with a tea set. His flowing movements were very pleasing to the eye.
After Cheng Xi finished the stereotyped opening remarks, the first item was on the stage, while Zhou Feiyin was still sitting upright, staring at the tea set in his hand with a pair of deep and steady black eyes, but there was no reaction.
Backstage, pieces of ancient artifacts were brought onto the stage, and Bai Qi was comparing himself to the quotations outside. Bai Shangshen felt quite interesting about being "sold" for the first time in his life.
Hei Qi secretly slandered, 'If someone 'bucks' this ancestor back home, he must have done a lot of sins in his previous life. '
When the ninth item was photographed, Bai Qi heard the voice outside introducing the 'Phoenix Zun Nine Treasures Mirror', and immediately raised his spirits.
The bronze mirror was carried up to the auction stage, and the host continued to introduce, "This bronze mirror came from the Zhou Kingdom 2,500 years ago, and only the royal family is eligible to use it."
Zhou Feiyin on the third floor paused, raised his head and gazed sharply at the bronze mirror on the stage through the screen
"The earthy smell is so strong that even the incense in the infield can't suppress it. It is estimated that it was unearthed in less than a month."
"The things are good, but the objects just out of the tomb are very dark and easy to hurt money and bring disaster."
"The mirror surface and the mirror body are well protected. The unearthed tomb should be within a thousand years, not a long time."
There was a lot of discussion below, the eyes of the people who came were more poisonous than the other, and in a few words they almost picked up the source of the bronze mirror.
&After Qiu Li left the customs, Zhou Feiyin controlled the wheelchair and came to the table, stared at the bronze mirror for a while, and then unpacked it.
The light reappeared in front of his eyes, and Bai Qi caught sight of a face that was close at hand, and Hei Qi yelled "Oh my god" in fright.
Zhou Feiyin looked at the bronze mirror carefully. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. From entering the Baizhen Pavilion to taking pictures of the bronze mirror, everything seemed to be pulled and controlled by a thread.
Zhou Feiyin flexed his fingers and flicked down the mirror, and Bai Qi, who was absent-minded in the mirror, woke up suddenly, frowning and blocking his ears at the sharp sound.
Seeing that Zhou Feiyin was about to knock again, Bai Qi frowned, "Stop!"
Zhou Feiyin's hand did not knock down this time, but moved away after stroking the mirror.
Zhou Feiyin put down the bronze mirror and left the room. Seeing Bai Qi's dazed eyes, Hei Qi seemed to have guessed something, so he asked tentatively, "Old lover?"
Bai Qi looked sideways at Hei Qi indifferently, Hei Qi was speechless, "What does he look like?"
"mouth."
"Is Qin Wenlan chasing you?"
"Maybe it's not him." Bai Qi said.
After a long silence, Bai Qi suddenly reached out and grabbed Hei Qi with cold eyes, "Are you playing tricks on this?"
"I'm wronged!" Hei Qi cried out in shock, "I don't know what your old lover looks like."
Bai Qi stared at Hei Qi for a long time, frowned and threw it away again.
Hei Qi, who escaped from Bai Qi's grip, immediately jumped out to keep a distance from him, and Bai Qi didn't care about it lazily, sitting cross-legged and thinking about something.
Looking at Bai Qi who was lost in thought, the perplexity in Hei Qi's heart increased again.
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The stalk of the bronze mirror in the tomb actually comes from another story of mine, the history of the struggle of Internet celebrities, and I think it is very cute. o(n_n)o(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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