MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 20 0 Qingying enters the temple, the real beam body

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  Chapter 20 020 Qingying enters the temple, the real beam body

  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 Po looked up at him, her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

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

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

   "Sit in front of you."

  Bai Po: "...?"

   According to the legend, Ning Xiao, who can be admitted to Jiangjing University this year and who is always the first and second in the school?

  He's not very bright?

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

   "Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Po walked lazily, "A group of four, I just copied a copy for the other three teammates."

  Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

   While the two were talking, they arrived at the milk tea shop, and 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 movements 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 the specific source will be announced after the auction."

  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 the analysis with her, picked up a pen, and wrote down another question, with a faint tone without any emotion, "Let them think for themselves first."

  **

   When Bai Po went back, the rain gradually became lighter.

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

   When she went back, Ji Heng's courtyard lights 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.

   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."

  Obviously he left at the point when he came back with a white scorpion.

   After the others 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 aside, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for them to finish their chat.

  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 **** soup for Ah Po. 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 both have work on Sunday night.

   At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Po came back from the library, Ren'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, "Auction house?"

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

  Bai Po stopped in place for a 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 I didn't expect that it was the first time for her to ride a commercial vehicle of this level without feeling cramped at all.

  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 him 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, you can see a 20-meter-tall stone white tiger majestically lying 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, you go to line up 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.

  Mao Kun stood at the entrance of the auction house with a cigarette in his hand to prevent 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 fight poisonous scorpions, and can bring 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.

   "Wow-"

   A group of wealthy businessmen who were lining up quickly dispersed.

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

  Mao Kun took Bai Po and entered from 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 long skirt 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 with every movement.

  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 went out to suppress the place again.

  It's close to seven o'clock.

  Only on the first floor can there be the sound of entering the venue.

  Ren Qian walked in the front outside the door, and beside him was Ji Heng. 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..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the secretary-general helped them open the door of the box, and Ren Qian's words suddenly stopped.

  In the small box, someone has already arrived first.

  Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stopped, and Ren Wanxuan was even more incredulous, "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 come in. Who knew that when they came in, they saw Bai Po sitting by the window.

  Bai Po was reciting words, pressing the screen of the phone casually with one hand, and when she heard the sound, 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 sitting like this, she couldn't 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 remained silent, 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 red tourmaline in the glass equipment, "collection-level red tourmaline, 106 carats, with a starting price of 2 million."

  People who come here are not short of money, and the price will soon reach 3 million.

  Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped. Beside him, the Secretary-General pressed the bid button, "3.5 million."

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

   While talking, he suddenly saw Bai Po, and the secretary suddenly 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 said no more, "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.

   Pulled the price from 500 to 7 million at once.

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

   But it has exceeded the Ren family's estimate, 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 does not 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 Ke didn't care anymore, and the box on the third floor didn't make any more noise.

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

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

  Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

nine thirty.

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

   As she spoke, she reached out and lifted the red cloth behind her back.

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

  【The soul of the old general is back, and he is drunk now.

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

  Here to go to the wrong road, Qingying enters the temple.

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

  —"Chang Pavilion Sending the Army March"]

  There are not many words in this poem, but each word is mentioned according to the priority, the hidden front is sparse and dense, and the odd twist is straight.

  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 Bai Chongyu by his younger sister when he was in the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the **** of history, was Jieyuan in the 15th middle school and Huiyuan in the 18th year. After his father died, he abandoned his pen and joined the army at the age of 20. On the battlefield, his sister hoped that he would 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 is the only ink treasure, which is very meaningful for historical collection..."

  The auctioneer is still talking in detail.

  In the private room, Bai Jian 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 through the words, we can see the wind, flowers, snow and moon of thousands of years ago.

   When hearing the starting price of 50 million: "..."

   Watched it a little too seriously, so that she didn't hear Ji Heng called 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?" ?”

  After 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 would ask Bai Po this question. The Ji family doesn't seem to know how to study Liang Ti.

  Bai Po turned her head to the side, she looked back at the framed calligraphy, and recited the words lazily, "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 a hundred years, you can't reach one-tenth of it." , you’re not strong enough, can you go back and read more if you don’t understand?”

   This article is half empty, the brothers and sisters of the Bai family are both civil and military, **** it, I don’t study literature, and I can’t write about the thousands of talents, so I heard that mature readers will imagine for themselves.

   ps: Some people said that they couldn’t find the lottery around the entity. Now there are two lottery draws. The first one is the update activity of the bookshelf, and the other one can be found by searching "All the way to trouble Hua Tongren" in Xiaoxiang. Good luck~

   "Rebirth: I Want to Learn Literature", good night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)