My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

The old man raised his hand with a cold face, Qi Guofu suddenly became silent.

He picked up one of Ruyi, rubbed it carefully, and looked at the details of Ruyi like a knife.

After hesitating for half a salary, he slowly said: "Boss, you have a heart. This is indeed the national treasure lost in the disaster that year."

Qi Guofu heard this sentence, a sentence with a compliment, but his heart shook, and he had a foreboding that something would happen.

I saw that the old man Ruowu looked at the old man Lan on the table below the stage and said: "Old man Lan, you can take this thing back to the Kyoto Museum later, just say it is my heart."

The old Lan's face in the audience was not very pretty when Qi Guofu introduced the object.

But following the words of Mr. Qi, his face eased a lot: "How embarrassed then? Come to eat your birthday banquet and make you bleed a lot."

The old man Qi smiled and didn't take it, but put Yu Ruyi in the box and motioned to the person on the side to put it away.

"Boss, you go down first! Remember, be cautious in your words and deeds"

Elder Qi faintly asked.

These words exploded in Qi Guofu's heart like a thunderstorm, and he didn't dare to say more about why his father gave away the national treasure he bought with his own blood.

With his face as gray as death, he left the high platform.

At the same time, the scene fell into silence. Most people didn't understand the behavior of Master Qi, and there was a sense of shining uncle Qi in the face.

But no one dared to say.

"Is this the good show you are talking about?"

Looking at this scene, Ye Jun grabbed the clue a little, and waited for the moment to speak.

"Father is too sharp and he didn't understand Grandpa's painstaking effort. Although that wishful thinking is precious, it violated Grandpa's taboo."

Qi Ying shook her head slightly, disappointed with Qi Guofu's actions.

Since this thing is a lost object in that era, the treasure of the country, the meaning is still a five-clawed golden dragon.

If the old man accepted this gift, the meaning behind it would be obvious.

In the past few years, my grandfather has let the Qi family keep a low profile and wait for the last opportunity to rise to the sky one step at a time.

Who knows that father's idiot, giving such an eye-catching gift today can be described as hitting the tip of a knife.

Fortunately, grandpa made a quick decision and donated this hot thing. Whoever said it would admire the grandfather's Gaoyi. As for the father, he could be used as cannon fodder at any time.

Qi Ying said these words only in his heart, and didn't dare to talk to Ye Jun. Some words were too sensitive, and if they were too much to Ye Jun, it would only harm him!

Ye Jun heard Qi Ying's faint complaint, but did not follow up.

Elder Qi thought that he, the person who saw his inner secret, might have a better understanding than Qi Ying.

The two skipped this topic tacitly.

"The second son presents a gift, a pair of Ming Dynasty Eight Treasure Screens."

"The eldest daughter presents a gift, a flying Buddha."

...

The next gifts are quite satisfactory, with prices ranging from tens of millions to 100 million.

The old man also realized that the atmosphere had passed a little earlier, and he treated the next few children fairly well, and even praised some of them for an unprecedented time.

The children who have received praise and smiling faces are as happy as they have won five million grand prizes. According to their family situation, they should be described as happy as they have won five million for several years.

The guests underneath are also feasting their eyes. This fine product that is usually too lazy to see here, there may be six or seven things in a row, and there may be more in the future, and the audience's interest is suddenly hung up.

"The third son, Qi Guogang, presents!"

The voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again. This was the last person of the second generation of the Qi family to give a gift, the one who has gone the farthest on the official career of the Qi family.

Father Qi's third son, Qi Ying's third uncle, is also the finale of this generation, and his status is evident.

Qi Guogang strode up to the stage with a magnificent aura, with a fierce momentum when he walked.

He walked in front of Laozi with nothing in his hand. He knelt down in front of the futon, and said loudly: "My son congratulates my father, is fortunate as the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan, Canglong is still raining at sunset, and the old tree is deep in the spring... …"

Father Qi looked at his third son, and the smile that his children hadn't had time to get rid of just now was a little more real.

Standing up, stretched out his hand to help: "Okay, you are such a big person in a blink of an eye, get up quickly."

Before Qi Guogang waited for his father to support him, he got up and supported his father to sit down.

Old man Qi's eyes were full of smiles. The Qi family's tutoring is very strict and talented people come out in large numbers, but this third son is heartbroken since he was a child.

The rules of the Qi family have been handed down from the previous dynasty, and they are extremely strict. As his own son, he still feels that he does not have enough tutoring, so he honed himself.

Sensible, filial, capable, capable, ambitious...

Such a child, even Mr. Qi, who has a high vision in the sky, can't help being closer to this child.

Seeing the third uncle Qi with his hands empty, his eyes narrowed: "You kid, just come to your father's birthday party empty-handed?"

Third Uncle Qi waved his hand again and again and said: "My son just thinks that the gift is not as valuable as his brothers and sisters, so he dare not show his ugliness."

Father Qi patted his son on the shoulder: "If you don't take out the things yet, your brothers and sisters can just wait to see your good show."

At this time, the children who had offered gifts before, were already sitting around the high platform.

But their eyes were staring at Qi Guogang.

The old man Qi Guogang's migraine, these people are all in sight. On weekdays, the old man rarely even gives a smile to these sons, but he is as comfortable as an ordinary father and son with the third son.

How can they not hate this!

No one knows how much property the Qi family has in the hands of the old man. If one day, the old man is gone, this property...

Thinking of this, the eyes of these brothers and sisters looking at Qi Guogang were not so friendly, but due to the presence of the father, no one dared to show it on their faces.

Qi Guogang glanced at the brothers and sisters under the seat and let out a cold snort in his heart.

What nasty thoughts these people have in their hearts, he naturally knows them.

To say that he deliberately pleased his father for the sake of property is simply nonsense. With the foundation he has created now, it is enough for him to escape from the shadow of the Qi family for several generations and to be prosperous and wealthy.

But there was still no wave on his face, and his resolute face showed a mysterious smile at the old man Qi.

He took out a stack of papers from his pocket and gave them to Father Qi.

"What is this?"

Father Qi accepted the document with his body temperature, and looked at Qi Guogang with doubts.

"Just look at it and you will know."

Qi Guogang replied with a smile, and at the same time gave a gesture to the backstage.

The big screen is no longer a real-time broadcast on a high platform, but a video.

"Wow!"

"what is this!"

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