Goldfinger is a bit strange

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

Today, the family reunited, and it was obviously not suitable for them to stay here any longer. His home was not far from here, so it was better for them to go home together.

Home is where the family gathers.

At this time, the auctioneer came back to continue the second half of the auction. The auctioneer's voice soon rang out in the hall again:

"The next item is a saber provided by Mr. Rothschild. This is the trophy captured by their family in World War II."

"It is said that the owner of this samurai sword was a naval admiral of the island country at that 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 horizontally in the tray.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: This is "June debts must be paid quickly".

Just now, Mitsui Mu was robbing him of something. This time, it seems that it is his turn to rob.

So Liu Qingshan whispered to Du Yunfeng for a few words, and Li Tie and others escorted my aunt, Liu Yinfeng, Huang Yueming and others to leave first, while Liu Qingshan stayed with Du Yunfeng.

"One hundred thousand." Someone in the hall had already called out a price, but it was not Sanjiu, but Xiao Li.

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

His voice was neither loud nor soft, and Sanjiu and his group not far away could hear it.

Xiao Li was ready to stand up for Liu Qingshan: This is my territory, and you, a little guy, dare to bully my friend. Don't I, Xiao Li, have any face?

Sanjiu's face immediately became solemn, and he called out a price of 200,000.

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

Now it was Sanji Mu's turn to feel bad. He glared at Liu Qingshan fiercely and quoted another price of 1.5 million.

"3 million!" Liu Qingshan didn't bother to argue with him and directly raised the price to 3 million, which caused exclamations in the hall.

To be honest, such a samurai sword is actually only tens of thousands of yuan at most.

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

"3.5 million." Sanji Mu had no choice but to increase the price. This samurai sword had a lot of origins with his family, and it couldn't be in the hands of outsiders anyway.

Liu Qingshan's mouth curled up slightly: "5 million!"

This auction was almost a replica of Master Zhang's painting, except that the attack and defense of both sides were reversed.

Such a show also made the guests in the hall feel very excited.

Everyone is eager to compete in their bones. Such an auction is certainly more exciting than the polite and pretentious charity auction.

Mitsui Mu'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 bid.

Liu Qingshan fully developed the fighting spirit of pursuing the enemy with all his strength and directly shouted "eight million".

At this moment, the exclamations in the entire hall disappeared and became extremely silent. Everyone was shocked by the price.

Although there were many billionaires present, this was just a slightly better samurai sword, which was not worth the price at all.

Mitsui Mu finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to rush over, draw the samurai sword, and cut the bastard in two.

But reason told him that he couldn't do that.

Mitsui Mu was not in a hurry to continue bidding, but came to the auctioneer with a sullen face: "I suspect this person is raising the price maliciously, he simply can't afford so much money!"

This guy is not that stupid. Eight million US dollars is indeed not a small amount. Even if you are worth hundreds of millions, you may not be able to come up with eight million in liquid funds at once.

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

In that case, he will definitely become famous.

But Mitsui Mu jumped out at this time and interrupted his good deeds. It was really hateful.

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

The crowd laughed again, which made Mitsui Mu even more embarrassed: "Then I offer 10 billion, do you dare to accept it?"

"Have you ever heard of an auctioneer who thinks the customer's bid is too high?"

The auctioneer waved his hand, signaling him not to whine here. Didn't you just spend money happily? Why are you scared now?

And Xiao Li in the crowd took the opportunity to start making a fuss. He has many friends, and some of them really followed him. For a while, there was a lot of noise.

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

A little old man next to Frank said: "I can prove that Mr. Mountain can definitely take out this money. He just gained nearly 100 million US dollars in the stock market."

"Even if young people spend money lavishly, it seems that they can't spend it all so quickly."

Oh, there were exclamations all around: For such a young billionaire, wouldn’t that surpass Bill Gates, who has been in the limelight recently?

Mitsui Mu's eyes turned red, and regardless of his identity and the current situation, he asked sternly: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to be a witness!"

"Just because he is George Soros." Frank also looked serious. Today's young people are so unruly that one generation is worse than the next.

Of course, Mitsui had heard of Soros. He clucked his mouth a few times, and then bowed to Soros.

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

Frank originally wanted to stand up and be a peacemaker, but when he saw that Mitsui Mu didn't know how to respect his elders, he simply didn't care.

The auctioneer took the order and presided over the auction again: "Mr. Mountain bids eight million, is there any other gentleman who bids?" wAp.

"Ten million!"

Mitsui Mu almost bit his teeth into pieces, but even if he bit them into pieces, he could only swallow it. Who told him to jump out and go against Liu Qingshan in the first place?

The auctioneer also became excited: "Ten million, gentlemen, does anyone else bid?"

Although he shouted "Gentlemen", the auctioneer's eyes were just staring at Liu Qingshan.

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

Mitsui Mu's expression looked as if he had just swallowed a load of gunpowder. He hated him so much that he considered whether to hire the underground forces in Luo City to give that damn guy a taste of guns.

However, he quickly gave up this idea. He also knew that Liu Qingshan also had an identity as an influential musician. The consequences of attacking such a public figure would be very troublesome.

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

Liu Qingshan took action again and took a picture of a piece of porcelain.

But this time, Mitsuiki 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 amazing.

Among them, Mitsui Mu alone contributed 15 million.

If it were normal times, Mitsui would have attracted all the attention, and at least he would have gained people's superficial respect.

But now Mitsui Mu can only be reduced to a joke.

Especially at the end, when Mr. Frank gave a speech and thanked "all the guests who generously donated money and contributed to charity", Mitsui Kizhen wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But this guy was quite tolerant and persisted until the end, before leading his companions to leave in a hurry.

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

When he got into the car, there was no one else except the bodyguard and driver in front of him. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, you are stopping me from bidding. Is there something hidden in that painting?"

Du Yunfeng did not comment, but asked about Liu Qingshan's family background.

He could tell 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 mountain village, he felt a little incredible.

He had been away from his motherland for so long that he really didn't know the specific situation in the country.

"Grandpa, you will know when you go back and take a look."

Liu Qingshan didn't go into details, but just talked about it in general. With the reform and opening up in China in recent years, people's lives have gradually become richer, and their families' lives have become easier.

However, Du Yunfeng still has doubts in his mind: Are everyone so rich?

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

Because it was night and he couldn't see the whole picture, Liu Qingshan followed the old man inside.

Woof woof woof, a little curly hair flew up, jumped into the air, and threw itself into Liu Qingshan's arms enthusiastically.

It is estimated that this little guy named Ruby was also using this method to express his gratitude to Liu Qingshan. If it hadn't been for him, Curly Hair would have been torn to pieces by the pit bull that day.

Then, a little boy also ran towards Liu Qingshan and rushed in front of him. Then he stopped, raised his head and shouted to Liu Qingshan: "cousin!"

"Speak Mandarin!" Du Yunfeng roared again.

The little guy made a face and said in informal Chinese: "Brother Biao."

Liu Qingshan also smiled, knowing that the little guy was calling him cousin.

It's just that the little guy's pronunciation is not very 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 called Jiaxing. You are waiting for grandpa to come back so late. You are a good boy!"

The little guy smiled and held Liu Qingshan's arm: "Brother Biao, can you teach me kung fu now? Just promise me, otherwise I will definitely not be able to sleep."

"Then you can take your rupees and have a good sleep now." Liu Qingshan rubbed his little cousin's head again. He only has a sister and really no brother.

Oh yeah! Du Jiaxing cheered and ran away.

Liu Qingshan looked inside the living room, but there was no sign of his second sister or the others. He was probably accompanying his aunt in the room, so he said to Du Yunfeng:

"Grandpa, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Du Yunfeng waved his hand: "Follow me, otherwise, your kid will probably be like Jiaxing, unable to sleep."

The old man led Liu Qingshan to the study. The place was antique and the Four Treasures of the Study and other utensils were placed on the desk.

"When I have nothing to do, I also like to write and draw, but I don't know how to do it. I'm not popular." Du Yunfeng said as he went to open the safe.

Liu Qingshan felt that it was also a good way for the elderly to write and draw traditional Chinese paintings, so he smiled and said:

"Grandpa, the painting you sent for auction couldn't have been a forgery by you, right?"

He just had this suspicion in his heart and was not quite sure yet.

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

Liu Qingshan hurriedly went up to check, the smile on his face became even stronger. This was another "Empty Mountain and Valley Picture".

Without comparison, there is no identification. This is true. Even a layman like Liu Qingshan can see that the painting in front of him has a richer atmosphere and the sway of colors is more natural.

Obviously, this is Master Zhang’s authentic work.

What Mitsui spent five million to buy was just a fake painting.

If it weren't for it being too late now, Liu Qingshan would have really wanted to laugh loudly to express his inner joy.

"Grandpa, you are so ungrateful. You are using fake paintings to deceive people. Aren't you afraid of being regarded as an old liar?" When he was happy, Liu Qingshan began to make up stories about this grandpa.

Um? Du Yunfeng snorted inside his nose.

Liu Qingshan quickly gave the old man a thumbs up: "However, my grandson is so impressed that I admire him so much. Why don't you take the time to copy a few more pictures, and we can wholesale them to the little devil!"

Du Yunfeng was also amused by him, and then his expression straightened: "How could I let such a national treasure-level thing fall into the hands of those foreign devils."

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

Liu Qingshan was completely convinced this time. He never expected that his newly recognized grandfather, who had been living overseas for decades, would still have such a deep love for his own nation.

The old man reorganized the "Empty Mountain and Valley" and handed it to Liu Qingshan: "Whenever you return to China, take it back with you."

In an instant, Liu Qingshan felt that the scroll in his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds.

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

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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