Chapter 629 The battle has just begun

  With the economic growth of the island country, many people from the island country will naturally appear in various auction houses around the world.

   They were rich and powerful, waving the banknotes in their hands and smashing them.

  Many works of art have been collected by them at high prices.

  In fact, this is also one of their investment strategies, but it is too crazy, so it will give people the impression that they are stupid and have a lot of money.

  So seeing an islander bid for the auction, all the people present knew clearly: this painting is basically theirs.

  Mitsui Ki looked at Liu Qingshan provocatively with his aggressive gaze, and felt extremely happy in his heart:

  What do you say in the old Chinese saying, Feng Shui turns, you bastard, you cheated us of ten million pounds on the United flag, and I want you to taste it today!

   Mitsuki originally came to Los Angeles to discuss real estate, and their consortium was planning to purchase an office building here.

  He heard that Mr. Frank held a charity auction, so he asked for an invitation through his relationship.

  Unexpectedly, he ran into Liu Qingshan, an old enemy, and immediately sparked.

  The moment he saw Mitsui Ki, Liu Qingshan quickly judged the situation, knowing that today's events could not be better.

   After thinking for a while, he raised his hand again to signal: "500,000."

   "One million!" Mitsui Ki put on an aggressive posture.

   Seeing his defiant attitude, Grace on the side was very upset, and muttered: "Your quotation, it can't be Japanese yen."

   There was a low chuckle around.

  Mitsuigi looked proud: "Master Zhang's paintings enjoy a high reputation internationally, and are also favored by domestic collectors. They can be called national treasures, and we will naturally not miss them."

  His words are true. Master Zhang was also invited to hold an art exhibition in the island country, and he is indeed very popular.

   It's just that this guy calls it a "national treasure", so the meaning is different: your Chinese national treasure is collected by us, hehe, what do you think?

   "One and a half million!" Liu Qingshan continued to increase the price with a calm face.

  In the hall, low exclamations sounded. This price has exceeded the current price range of Master Zhang's paintings.

   You know, in the 1970s, the museums in the United States collected Master Zhang's works, and the purchase price was only 150,000 US dollars.

  Counting the past ten years of inflation, the price has only doubled or tripled at most.

   A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Mitsui's mouth: "Three million!"

  He was holding back all his strength to carry on with Liu Qingshan, because he knew that on such an occasion, celebrities gathered and they were the best witnesses.

  The two people are no longer competing for a painting, but each representing their own country, competing for the top.

  So Mitsuigi firmly believes that the opponent will never back down.

   After the painting has been raised to a sky-high price, he will withdraw the ladder. At that time, tell Liu Qingshan to hold the painting and cry.

Hahaha! Thinking of this, Mitsuigi's heart felt extremely happy. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times, in order to avenge the aggrievedness at the auction a few years ago.

   "Boss, stop arguing with that guy, he's a lunatic!"

   Grace whispered in Liu Qingshan's ear, although the boss just made a lot of money, but the money did not come from the wind, as an assistant, she needs to remind.

  Liu Qingshan smiled, and called out another price: "3.5 million."

   At this moment, exclamations rang out in the hall. At this price, the works of painters of the level of Van Gogh and Monet can be photographed.

   "Five million!" Mitsui Ki did not hesitate, and completely detonated the atmosphere in the hall.

  Even the owner of this charity auction, Mr. Frank, frowned slightly. The development of the situation was beyond his control and violated his original intention.

  Generally speaking, charity auctions are relatively symbolic, and everyone will not really get angry.

   As a result, these two young people are now red with bayonets.

  Frank also shook his head slightly: Young people nowadays don't understand the truth at all.

  So he couldn't help complaining to an old friend beside him: "George, young people like to show off too much."

   "No, this is a war." George Soros has already seen through the connotation of this matter.

  Mr. Soros is an old friend with Frank, so naturally he has to come over to join him.

  Frank asked a few words from a person who looked like a housekeeper behind him, and he realized in his heart that the unhappiness just now was swept away, and the somewhat slack face became excited**:

   "So George, who do you think will win?"

  Soros shook his head: "There is no winner, but I am more optimistic about that Huaxia kid. Just a few days ago, he just took away nearly 100 million US dollars from the stock market."

  As soon as he mentioned this, Soros felt his teeth itchy, which gave him an urge to bite something.

   "Oh, this is a very powerful young man." Frank ordered the butler behind him to pour two glasses of red wine.

  Wouldn't it be fun to watch the battle while tasting wine.

   But unexpectedly, the battle on the field has already been decided.

  Liu Qingshan shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "I choose to quit."

  The auctioneer was overjoyed, and dropped the hammer directly: "Congratulations, Mr. Mitsui, for winning this painting, and the transaction price is five million dollars!"

  Although the auctioneer does not get a commission in this kind of charity auction, being able to fetch such a high price will also improve his reputation.

   There was a burst of sparse applause around, but Mitsuki was a little dazed: Boy, are you not calling the price anymore?

  At this moment, he didn't feel the joy of winning the lot in his heart. On the contrary, he felt a feeling of being lifted into the air, and then fell down heavily with a snap.

  The pure-looking woman next to Mitsuiki reminded him softly, which brought Mitsuiki back to his senses. He raised his arm mechanically, waved it in the air, and thanked those who applauded.

  But why do you always feel that the eyes cast around you seem to be somewhat mocking?

  On the other side, Mr. Frank, the owner of the auction, smiled and shook his head: "George, you seem to have guessed wrong. The young man you are optimistic about seems to lack a little courage."

  Put yourself in the same shoes, even if it was Frank himself, he would not easily back down under the watchful eyes of everyone.

  Soros was also lost in thought, and in his mind, he raised Liu Qingshan's danger level by another notch.

  An opponent who can advance and retreat freely is of course more difficult to deal with.

   When the applause subsided, Liu Qingshan also smiled and said, "Mitsui-san, congratulations."

   There was a burst of chuckles around, and Mitsuki's face flushed instantly, and he felt as if he was being played like a monkey.

  Liu Qingshan moved his eyes away from Mitsui Ki's body, fell on the face of the old man on the other side, and then nodded imperceptibly.

  Duber also nodded slightly with a smile.

   Just now, Liu Qingshan made up his mind to fight Mitsuki to the end: even though he knew it was a battle of will, he was not allowed to back down.

  But just as he was about to continue bidding, his keen senses felt an unusual gaze.

  So he found Dubo who was diagonally opposite, shaking his head slightly at him very secretly.

  A thought suddenly flashed in Liu Qingshan's mind. He remembered what the auctioneer mentioned just now. The provider of this painting seems to be called Du Yunfeng.

  Du Yunfeng, Du Bo.

  Liu Qingshan seemed to understand something, so he retreated neatly.

  Although he only had contact with Du Bo twice, Liu Qingshan knew that Du Bo was a very old-fashioned Chinese who would not deceive his compatriots, so he chose to trust him.

  The auction came to an end for the time being, and began to enter the middle of the rest period, and the guests took a break to socialize.

   "Didn't you say it was a dinner party? Why didn't you see anything to eat?" Li Tieniu looked around with big eyes, but the result disappointed him a bit.

   Grace, on the other hand, was happy: "I reminded anyone who told you not to eat before coming here."

  Although it’s called a dinner party, no one will really come here to eat and drink, and the host will never prepare like that.

  Liu Qingshan was about to go over to say hello to Du Bo, but he saw Du Bo and an old lady, supporting each other, walking towards them.

  Liu Qingshan did not dare to be negligent, and hastily greeted him: "Dubber, you..."

  Before he finished greeting him, the old lady next to Du Bo suddenly walked past Liu Qingshan excitedly, with a pair of dim eyes, fixed on Liu Yinfeng behind Liu Qingshan, and asked in a trembling voice:

   "Who is Huang Shuzhen to you?"

  Liu Qingshan was also stunned for a moment, his eyes stopped on the old lady's face, feeling kind and familiar.

  Liu Yinfeng stretched out her hand and grabbed the old man's arm: "Don't get excited, my grandma's boudoir name is Shuzhen."

  In an instant, two lines of dirty tears flowed from the old lady's eyes: "Shuzhen is my real sister..."

  Perhaps because he was too excited, the old man's body twitched a few times before slumping downward.

   This shocked the people around, Liu Qingshan rushed over to help the second sister, and supported the old man.

   Then he hurriedly asked Grace to take out a small medicine bottle from the bag, poured out a few pills of Musk Relief Pill, and stuffed them under the old man's tongue.

   Great joy and great sorrow are very dangerous things for the elderly.

  Fortunately, Liu Qingshan always kept several common first aid medicines with him. After less than a minute, the old man's expression eased and his eyes slowly opened. He just looked at Liu Yinfeng and wept silently.

  Among Liu Qingshan's two elder sisters, the second elder sister resembles her grandma the most. Liu Qingshan has heard this matter from her grandma more than once.

   Now it seems that this old man must be grandma's sister and his aunt.

  Liu Qingshan never imagined that in a foreign country, he could still recognize his relatives. Liu Qingshan was extremely excited in his heart.

   "Auntie, it's okay, don't get excited, my grandma is doing well in her hometown, very good."

  Liu Qingshan comforted the old man in his arms, and when he saw a sofa not far away, he hugged the old man directly.

   After stabilizing for a few more minutes, the old man recovered completely. Her withered palm was always tightly grasping Liu Yinfeng's hand. It seemed that as soon as she let go, she would lose news of her loved one again.

   "Auntie, there is another piece of good news. Uncle and grandpa are on the other side of Hong Kong Island. This is Yueming, the granddaughter of my uncle. Today, our family is reunited."

   Liu Yinfeng spoke softly to the old lady, and tears glistened in her eyes.

  Huang Yueming did the same, she also bent down and snuggled up in front of the old lady:

   "Grandma, my grandpa is fine too."

   "Wow, wow, you are all good boys!"

  The old man stretched out his hands and stroked Liu Yinfeng's and Huang Yueming's hair at the same time. At this moment, she only felt that she was so relieved that she would have no regrets in this life.

   Du Bo on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now his old wife suddenly fell ill, which shocked him a lot.

  He was about to take the medicine, but he was not as agile as Liu Qingshan, and the medicine seemed to be more effective.

  At first, he thought that the old wife had an illusion because she missed her relatives, and she must have admitted the wrong person.

   Never would have expected that he would actually reunite with his relatives for more than fifty years, and even he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

   Just as he was feeling emotional, a soft call came from beside him: "Grandpa."

  Du Yunfeng raised his hand and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder lightly: "It seems that we are really destined."

   Around them, someone suddenly slapped their hands softly, and soon, the applause rang out.

  The guests deliberately controlled their applause, not to make it too loud, but everyone had a smile on their face, expressing their blessings to these reunited relatives.

   "Thank you everyone." As a junior, Liu Qingshan must of course express his gratitude to those around him on behalf of his aunt and grandpa.

   At this time, the owner Frank also came over, he also smiled: "Mr. Du, congratulations, is your wife okay?"

  Du Yunfeng shook hands with Frank: "Old friend, thank you very much. If it wasn't for the party you organized, how could we be reunited with our relatives."

   After finishing speaking, he pulled Liu Qingshan closer, and said with a smile: "Old friend, let me introduce you, this is my grandson Mountain, who came here to study abroad, and he has some accomplishments in music."

   "A few days ago, the song "The Last of the Mohicans" was created by him."

  At this moment, Du Yunfeng, like other old people, is showing off his junior to old friends, and anyone can see the pride on his face.

  Liu Qingshan was a little ashamed by the old man's praise, and quickly bowed: "Mr. Frank, hello."

  Frank said with a smile: "My old friend, I used to have this problem. If there is something good, I can't help but want to share it with others, hahaha."

  At this time, someone beside him interrupted: "No, Mr. Mountain, he is indeed a very good young man. He just defeated me not long ago."

   It was another old man beside Frank who was speaking. He extended his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Get to know me, I'm George Soros."

   Oh, Soros?

  Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand and shook it: "Mr. Soros, it should be said that we are all winners."

   "Young man, no one can claim victory until the end." Soros also laughed.

  Looking at Soros's smiling face, Liu Qingshan felt the fighting spirit in the other party's eyes. It seems that the battle with this Wall Street tycoon has just begun.

  (end of this chapter)