Hello, 1983

Du Yunfeng and Frank chatted for a few words, and then prepared to leave.

Today's family reunion, they are obviously not suitable to stay here, his home is not far from here, it is better to go home together.

Home is where family members gather.

At this time, the auctioneer reappeared and continued the second half of the auction. The auctioneer's voice soon resounded in the hall:

"The next item to be auctioned is a saber provided by Mr. Rothchevel. This is a trophy captured by their family during World War II."

"It is said that the owner of this samurai sword was an admiral of the island country at the time."

Originally, Liu Qingshan had already supported his aunt and was about to leave the hall. After hearing the auctioneer's voice, he looked back and saw a samurai sword lying across the tray.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but light up: This is "the debt is paid off quickly in June".

Just now, this guy, Mitsuigi, robbed him of something, but this time, it seemed that it was his turn to rob him.

So Liu Qingshan whispered a few words with Du Yunfeng, Li Tie and others escorted his aunt, Liu Yinfeng, Huang Yueming, and the others, and left first, while Liu Qingshan stayed with Du Yunfeng.

"100,000." In the hall, someone was already bidding, but it wasn't Mitsui Wood, but Xiao Li's.

After shouting the price, the guy also said to his partner: "This knife looks sharp, it should be good for chopping wood."

His voice was not too small, just not far away from Mitsuigi's group, he could hear it.

Xiao Li is going to stand up for Liu Qingshan: this is my territory, you are so small that dare to bully my friend, do I want to lose face, Xiao Li?

And Mitsui Mu's face immediately became solemn, and he opened his mouth and shouted a price of 200,000.

"One million!" Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal, and then nodded towards Xiao Li, indicating that he would go into battle in person.

Now it was Mitsui Mu's turn to feel uncomfortable, he gave Liu Qingshan a vicious look, and quoted another price of 1.5 million.

"Three million!" Liu Qingshan didn't bother with him, and directly raised the price to three million, which attracted exclamations in the hall.

To be honest,

Such a samurai sword, in fact, is at most tens of thousands of dollars.

As for the other guests, they all chose to watch a good show. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, they would have to hold a bucket of popcorn while watching the excitement while whistling twice.

"Three and a half million." Mitsui Mu can only bite the bullet and increase the price. This samurai sword has some roots in his family, and it can't flow into the hands of outsiders anyway.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth twitched slightly: "Five million!"

This auction is almost a replica of Master Zhang's painting, except that the two sides have changed positions on offense and defense.

This kind of drama, also called the guests in the hall, is very addictive.

Everyone is eager to compete. Of course, this kind of auction is more exciting than that kind of polite charity auction.

Mitsuigi's face became more and more gloomy. The scene in front of him seemed to bring him back to the auction a few years ago. The unforgettable shame still appears in his dreams from time to time.

"Five and a half million." Mitsui Mu could only grit his teeth and follow the price.

Liu Qingshan fully carried forward the fighting spirit of Yi Jiang's remaining brave and chasing the poor bandits, and directly shouted "eight million".

This time, the exclamations in the entire hall disappeared, and it became extremely silent. Everyone was shocked by the price.

Although there are many billionaires present, this is just a slightly better katana sword, and it doesn't match the price at all.

Mitsuaki finally couldn't bear it anymore, and now he can't wait to rush over, pull out the samurai sword, and cut the bastard in two.

But reason told him not to do that.

Mitsuigi did not rush to continue bidding, but came to the auctioneer with an ashen face: "I suspect that this person is raising the price maliciously, he simply can't get so much money!"

This guy is not too stupid. Eight million dollars is indeed not a small sum. Even if you are worth hundreds of millions, you may not be able to come up with eight million liquidity all at once.

The auctioneer was a little unhappy, and was about to stir up the flames again to raise the price of this samurai sword to more than ten million.

In that case, he must be famous.

As a result, this Mitsui wood jumped out at this time and disturbed his good deeds, which is really hateful.

So the auctioneer shrugged and reluctantly spread his hands to Mitsui Mutan: "Sir, we are not from the tax bureau, and we have no obligation to check accounts."

The crowd burst into low-pitched laughter again, which made Mitsui Mu Mian even more embarrassed: "Then I'll pay 10 billion, do you dare to accept it?"

"Have you heard of any auctioneer who thinks the client's bid is too high?"

The auctioneer waved his hand, indicating that he should not be swaying around here. Didn't you have fun throwing money just now?

And Xiao Li, who was in the crowd, took the opportunity to start booing. He had many friends, and he really followed him. All of a sudden, there were booing everywhere.

At this time, Frank, the owner of the charity auction, came over, and it immediately returned to silence.

A little old man beside Frank said aloud: "I can prove that Mr. Mountain can definitely come up with this capital. He has just gained a fortune of nearly 100 million US dollars in the stock market."

"Even if young people spend a lot of money, it seems that they can't spend it so quickly."

Ooh, there was an exclamation from the surroundings: Isn't that a young billionaire who has surpassed Bill Gates, who has been in the limelight recently?

Mitsuigi's eyes were also red, and regardless of his identity and the current situation, he asked sharply, "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to be a witness!"

"Just because he is George Soros." Frank also had a serious look on his face. Today's young people are so unruly, they are really inferior to each other.

Of course, Mitsui Mu had heard Soros's name, his mouth clucked a few times, and then bowed to Soros.

"Continue to auction, you are all good children who are enthusiastic about charity."

Frank originally wanted to stand up and be a peacemaker, but seeing that Mitsuigi didn't know how to respect the elderly, he simply didn't care.

The auctioneer took the order and presided over the auction again: "Mr. Mountain bid 8 million, is there any other gentleman bidding?"

"Ten million!"

Mitsui Mu almost crushed his teeth, but even if he crushed his teeth, he could only swallow in his stomach. Who told him to jump out and fight against Liu Qingshan in the first place?

The auctioneer was also excited: "Ten million, gentlemen, is there anyone else bidding?"

Although he shouted "Gentlemen", the auctioneer's eyes were only fixed on Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan spread his hands: "I give up, Mitsui-kun, congratulations."

Mitsui Mu's expression was as if he had just swallowed a piece of Xiang Xiang, and he hated it to death, considering whether to hire the underground forces in Los Angeles to let the damn guy taste the taste of guns.

However, he quickly dismissed this idea. He also knew that Liu Qingshan also had an identity and was an influential musician. If he attacked such a public figure, the consequences would be very troublesome.

The auction continued, but after two fierce competitions, the next auction seemed relatively dull.

Liu Qingshan took another shot and photographed a piece of porcelain.

And this time, Mitsui Mu finally held back and did not continue to raise the price, he was already embarrassed enough today.

When the charity auction ended, the audience burst into warm applause.

An ordinary auction raised more than 20 million US dollars, which is quite amazing.

Among them, Mitsui Mu alone contributed 15 million.

If it were changed to usual, Mitsuigi would definitely be in the audience's attention, at least to win people's superficial respect.

But now Mitsuigi can only be reduced to a joke.

Especially at the end, when Mr. Frank gave a speech, thanking "all the generous guests who contributed to the charity", Mitsui Muzhen wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill into.

However, this guy was also quite enduring, he persisted until the end, and then led his partner to leave in a hurry.

Liu Qingshan also got into Du Yunfeng's classic car. Although it severely dampened Mitsui's spirit, Liu Qingshan still had a lump in his heart: that Master Zhang's painting still fell into Mitsui's hands.

When he got into the car, except for the bodyguard and driver in front, there were no outsiders. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, you stopped me from making a bid. Could it be that there is something else in the painting?"

Du Yunfeng did not make a decision, but instead asked about Liu Qingshan's family background.

He could see that Liu Qingshan must have come from a wealthy family, otherwise, he would not have spent so much money to buy stocks.

But when he heard that Liu Qingshan's family still lived in a remote small mountain village, he felt a little weird.

He has been away from the motherland for too long, and he really does not know the specific situation in the country.

"Grandpa, you'll know when you go back and have a look."

Liu Qingshan didn't go into details, but just talked about it. In the past few years, the reform and opening up in the country has gradually made people's lives richer, and their families have had a better life.

However, Du Yunfeng still has doubts in his heart: Are they all so rich?

Du Yunfeng's house is not far from here. After ten minutes' drive, the classic car drove into a villa.

Because it was night and the whole picture could not be seen clearly, Liu Qingshan followed the old man inside.

Wang Wangwang, a small curly hair flew up, jumped into the air, and rushed into Liu Qingshan's arms with great enthusiasm.

It is estimated that this little guy named Ruby is also expressing his gratitude to Liu Qingshan in this way. If it weren't for him, the little curly hair would definitely be torn apart by the pit bull that day.

Afterwards, a little boy also flew towards Liu Qingshan and rushed in front of him, then stopped, raised his head and called to Liu Qingshan: "Cousin!"

"Speak Mandarin!" Du Yunfeng roared again.

The little guy made a face and said in non-standard Chinese, "Brother Biao."

Liu Qingshan didn't even smile, knowing that the little guy was calling him cousin.

It's just that the little guy's pronunciation is not standard. In his hometown, Biao's meaning is not so good.

He put the little curly hair in his arms on the ground, then stretched out his hand and rubbed the little guy's head: "You are Jiaxing, right? It's so late, waiting for Grandpa to come back, he's a good boy!"

The little guy smiled and took Liu Qingshan's arm: "Brother Biao, can you teach me kung fu now? Just promise me, or I won't be able to sleep."

"Then you can take your rupee now and go to sleep." Liu Qingshan rubbed his little cousin's head again. He only has a younger sister, and he really has no younger brother.

Oye! Du Jiaxing cheered and ran away.

Liu Qingshan looked at the living room, and there were no signs of the second sister and the others. It was estimated that he was accompanying his aunt in the room, so he said to Du Yunfeng:

"Grandpa, it's getting late, you should rest early too."

However, Du Yunfeng waved his hand: "Come with me, otherwise, it is estimated that your kid will not be able to sleep just like Jiaxing."

The old man led Liu Qingshan to the study, which was antique, and there were four treasures of the study and other utensils on the table.

"When I have nothing to do, I also like to write and draw, but I haven't gotten it right, and I'm not in the flow." Du Yunfeng said as he went to open the safe.

Liu Qingshan felt that it is also a good way for the elderly to write and draw Chinese paintings, so he laughed:

"Grandpa, the painting you sent to the auction is not an old imitation, right?"

He just had this kind of doubt in his heart, and he wasn't quite sure.

"Oh, your mind is very sensitive." Du Yunfeng took out a scroll from the safe, carefully unfolded it, and spread it out on the table.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly went up to check, the smile on his face was even stronger, this was another "Picture of Empty Mountains and Valleys".

Without comparison, there is no identification. It is not bad at all. Even a layman like Liu Qingshan can see that the painting in front of him has a more vigorous atmosphere, and the sway of the color is more natural.

Obviously, this is the real work of Master Zhang.

And what Mitsui Mu spent 5 million to buy was just a fake painting.

If it wasn't too late now, Liu Qingshan really wanted to laugh out loud to express his inner joy.

"Grandpa, you're not too particular about this, and you actually used fake paintings to deceive people, so you're not afraid of being regarded as an old liar?"

Um? Du Yunfeng snorted in his nose.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly gave the old man a thumbs up: "However, my grandson is full of admiration. If you don't have time to copy a few more pictures, let's wholesale them to the little devils!"

Du Yunfeng was also amused by him, and then his expression became positive: "How could I ask him to fall into the hands of those foreign devils with such a good thing at the national treasure level."

"These foreign devils, when they formed the Eight-Power Allied Forces, robbed us a lot of good things. I'm just taking revenge on them."

Liu Qingshan was completely convinced this time. He never imagined that his newly recognized grandfather, who had been abroad for decades, still had such a deep love for his own nation in his bones.

The old man reorganized the "Empty Mountains and Valleys", and then handed it to Liu Qingshan: "When you return to China, take it back."

In an instant, Liu Qingshan felt that the scroll in his hand was heavier than a thousand catties.

But he still shook his head: "Grandpa, of course you have to bring this thing back yourself."