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The woman in this small conference room next to the conference hall used by Jiade Auction House in Beijing International Hotel Convention Center tonight is named Wang Nanyan. Everyone in the industry knows that her identity is the head of Beijing Jiade, the largest auction house in China. Since she founded Jiade in 1993, Jiade has become the leader of today's auction house under her leadership.

In fact, Li Sansheng guessed her age wrongly, and it was not a big deal for Li Sansheng. Except for those who knew each other, most people could not guess Wang Nanyan's real age, because Wang Nanyan was about to enter his sixties, but she had been in this industry for a long time. She met some experts and learned some health recipes. With her usual maintenance and good living habits, she looked only in her early forties.

After Qi Dongshi and the female secretary brought Li Sansheng and the others in, they quietly left the conference room. After all, the grand view tonight was crucial to the Jiade Autumn Auction and could not tolerate any carelessness. Li Sansheng stood aside and watched Uncle Long and Wang Nanyan chat and laugh. The second brother had always been as if it was not there.

"We are getting older and older, and Sister Wang is really getting younger and younger." Li Yanhuang has known Wang Nanyan for more than 40 years. They have a common memory, but no one will mention it. But over the years, they have become more and more distant. After all, there are not many exchanges.

"If the prince says that he is old, I don't know if the north is going to change," Wang Nanyan joked. She knew better than anyone else. When she met Li Yanhuang, Li Yanhuang was still a follower behind someone's butt. However, after so many years, the former follower became a great hero in the whole north, a Dragon Prince who did not dare to underestimate him. In addition, she also intends to draw a clear line with Li Yanhuang.

"Sister Wang, your mouth is still so unforgivable," Li Yanhuang said with a smile.

"Who is this?" Wang Nanyan finally realized the difference between Li Sansheng standing beside Li Yanhuang. First, he had met Li Yanhuang several times. Every time, Li Yanhuang was only terrifying and scary. The man who was only in the Northeast was under Li Yanhuang, but this time there was more individuals. Secondly, this man looked at Li Yanhuang different from others, without fear or fear, but more gentle. Third, this man looked like a person, very similar.

"My nephew" Li Yanhuang said lightly, Li Sansheng smiled at Wang Nanyan and nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

"His son?" Wang Nanyan was stunned when she heard the shocking news and said in shock. Li Sansheng was also stunned when he heard Wang Nanyan's words. What does it mean? Could it be that this woman knew his parents? She was very curious when she heard Uncle Long called this woman Sister Wang. Now it seems that there is still inside story.

After reacting, Wang Nanyan was a little out of control and said a few hurriedly to Li Yanhuang, and then took Li Yanhuang and Li Sansheng to the center of tonight, the Zijin Hall. Wang Nanyan did not let Li Yanhuang sit in the hall like others, but went to the private room specially opened upstairs. Who knows who among the hundreds of buyers will know Li Yanhuang tonight? At that time, Li Yanhuang will only dare to seize food if he bids for the time being.

At this moment, the private room on the second floor has been filled with all kinds of people, including bosses of various consortiums, as well as client of many fund chambers of commerce and multinational groups. After all, since the establishment of the Tianjin Art Exchange, this industry has become a gathering place for hot money. People from all walks of life want to get a share of this feast. It is estimated that only a few people are real collectors tonight.

After Wang Nanyan sent Li Yanhuang and Li Sansheng into the private room, she frowned and left. It seemed that she didn't want to stay here for a moment. Wang Nanyan's sudden attitude made Li Sansheng extremely confused.

"Are you very confused?" After Wang Nanyan left, Li Yanhuang said softly, and Li Sansheng's reaction was also expected.

Li Sansheng nodded and said, "It's really confusing. Uncle Long, you should have known Mr. Wang for a long time, and you should still be very familiar with me, otherwise you wouldn't call her Sister Wang, but why did Mr. Wang deliberately call you Prince?"

The private room in Zijin Hall was obviously rearranged by the staff of Jiade. It was very noble and elegant. There was a set of purple clay tea set on the coffee table in the private room. The tea had been brewed at this moment. It should have been just brewed and it was very hot. After the second brother tasted it, he poured a cup for Li Sansheng and the Dragon Prince. He had been careful for most of his life and believed that inconspicuous details often ruined a hero.

Li Yanhuang took a sip of tea and said, "It's better to say that she doesn't want to be related to me," she said.

"Don't want to have something to do with our Li family?" Li Sansheng asked frowned. As expected, Mr. Wang knew his parents, and it seems that the relationship is not ordinary now.

Li Yanhuang nodded and sighed and continued, "She once loved a man crazy for a time, and this man and her father were both teachers and friends. However, this man finally firmly chose a woman who was childhood sweethearts with him. In the storm twenty years ago, her father was buried first, and even if she didn't choose her, the man she loved deeply died in that storm. Originally, that man didn't have to die, but that man jumped in without hesitation for the family of the woman he chose. Therefore, she hated that woman and that family of the woman."

"That woman is my mother, that man is my father, that family is the Liu family, she is his daughter?" At this point, Li Sansheng finally understood everything, or explained it more clearly. Uncle Long also knew so much history. For a long time, no one in the Liu family told him about the history of the storm. Although he was very curious, he did not want to reveal it, because he knew that once it was revealed, all the things about the past would explode, involving not only the Liu family, but many people. This is his intuition.

Li Yanhuang nodded. He didn't seem to want to recall that history, so what he said was also quite obscure.

Li Sansheng's thoughts were all moved to those things twenty years ago. He was wondering if Uncle Long knew everything, how many grudges there were in the Liu family and Mr. Wang's family, how many things there were between Mr. Wang and his parents, how much Mr. Wang loved his father, so that more than 20 years have passed, and he was still so excited when he mentioned his father.

Time can forget many things, but are those things that have been unforgettable to the bones really so easy to forget? Mr. Wang told him that no, never can.

Li Sansheng did not come back to his senses from those things twenty years ago until Uncle Long said in a deep voice that "the auction has begun."

The second floor of Zijin Hall is surrounded by more than ten private rooms, each private room is independent. People inside can see outside, but people outside cannot see inside. In order to make all the things that just filled my mind disappear, Li Sansheng stood up and went to the window to look at the huge Zijin Hall, which was already full of hundreds of people, and there were staff and media reporters, and they also joined in the fun.

When the auctioneer standing under the big screen announced that the auction will begin tonight, the first cultural relic of Jiade's "Grand View - A Night of Chinese Calligraphy and Painting" was also displayed on the big screen.

Fu Baoshi's "Pipa Walking Poems"...

There was an uproar in the middle, and it was really a big deal. The first item tonight was Fu Baoshi's famous work "The Poetry of the Pipa".

Li Sansheng knew that "Pipa Xing" was a classic creation by Fu Baoshi. The "Pipa Xing Poetry" filmed this time was huge in size and meticulous in composition, and the sadness of the characters was about to emerge. Compared with other books "Pipa Xing", this book opened the distance and became more broad and broad, and the surrounding dull moonlight became more sad. In Bai Juyi's place, the poet regarded a Pipa girl as his confidant, and shared the same illness with him, writing about others and oneself, and the officialdom.

Floating and ups and downs and the sorrow of life are all integrated into one. In Fu Baoshi's writing, the shape and tone are perfectly integrated. The low-crying singer and Sima who drinks shallowly, each with lonely eyes blurred among the shadows of the trees. The heroic brushstrokes depicting trees highlight the painter's mature brushwork and the agile use of light and shadow. Fu Baoshi uses his original artistic vocabulary to express the painter's understanding and resonance of the characters in his writing, and deeply expresses the richness and subtlety of the objects.

"The starting price is 50 million, the price is 1 million, and the auction is now started." When the auctioneer shouted to start the auction, the heroes were competing. After a while, this painting of Fu Baoshi's "Pipa Song" increased by 60 million, and after 60 million, it followed by 70 million. This scene made Li Sansheng, who had experienced the first time, just exclaimed.

"Sansheng, what do you think of this painting?" Li Yanhuang asked with a smile when she saw Li Sansheng's eyes burning.

"Grandpa said that Fu Baoshi's paintings have always been underestimated. Compared with Qi Baishi's price, this price is not high," Li Sansheng thought for a while and said.

"I believe you, my second brother is 75 million," Li Yanhuang said with a smile, which really scared Li Sansheng. Uncle Long took action.

"The buyer of the private room No. 8 paid 75 million, and is there anyone more than his price?" the auctioneer shouted after a while.

It seems that there are many people who have seen this painting tonight. Uncle Long’s 75 million did not stop everyone. There are two buyers who are chasing him relentlessly. One of them is a phone auction. Li Sansheng watched Uncle Long compete with the other two buyers with interest. The price was getting higher and higher, and everyone was even more excited. When Uncle Long called the price to 80 million, the bidder finally gave up. The other on-site buyer hesitated for a while and then added another million. Li Sansheng just looked at Uncle Long and smiled faintly, and then called out a high price of 83 million. This time the on-site buyer finally gave up.

Fu Baoshi's "Poetics of the Pipa" was sold for 83 million yuan, and the hammer fell. The scene was filled with exclamations. Fu Baoshi's auction record hit a new high. At this moment, Li Sansheng only had one idea, the Northeast is really rich.

Fu Baoshi's "Pipa Song Poetry" shot a new high and completely ignited the atmosphere on the scene. Next, Huang Binhong's "Siding Mountains and Rivers" was sold for 53 million, Lu Yanshao wrote "The Picture of Spring River Is Age? Seven-character Couplets of Running Stories" in 1986, and Zhang Daqian's "Imitation of the Mountain Temple of the Song Dynasty" and "Splashing Ink Purple" changed hands at high prices of 41 million and 34 million respectively; Fu Shan's cursive script "Study, Biography of the Three Masters of Taiyuan" sold for 33 million;

Qiu Ying, Wen Zhengming, Xie Shichen, Wen Jia, Peng Nian, Zhou Tianqiu and others changed their ownership of the "All-by-Portraits and Paintings of the Wise in Wuzhong, Ming Dynasty", Ren Yi's "Five Relationships Pictures", Fu Baoshi's "Night Rain in Bashan", Xu Beihong's "Himalayan Spirit Vulture" and "Fallen Flowers Independence" all changed ownership for 32 million. Among them, the works by Shiqu Baoji, Wang Hui's "Tang People's Poetry Pictures" changed ownership for 126.5 million yuan, setting a new record for Wang Hui's works and becoming the first climax tonight.

"The next one is Mr. Cui Ruzhuo's "Four Seasons and Twelve Screens", with a starting price of 10 million yuan and an increase of 500,000 yuan."

Hearing the auctioneer's words, Li Sansheng finally waited for the painting "Four Seasons and Twelve Screens" they were going to buy tonight. However, the starting price was far from Fu Baoshi's "Pipa Xing Poetry" that he bought just 83 million yuan, and everyone in the venue was even more uninterested.

But when the first buyer shouted "two million" and the second buyer shouted "two five million" directly, everyone was completely shocked, and then they looked at this painting "Four Seasons and Twelve Screens" seriously again.

Li Sansheng and Uncle Long looked at each other. It seemed that it was not just their family who would pay attention to this painting tonight.
Chapter completed!