Chapter 630 "Empty Mountain and Valley Map" (seeking a monthly ticket)

   After chatting with Frank for a few words, Du Yunfeng was about to leave.

  The relatives are reunited today, and it is obvious that they are no longer suitable to stay here. His home is not far from here, so it is better to go home together.

  Home is where relatives gather together.

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

   "The next lot is a saber provided by Mr. Rothschaville. This is a spoil of war captured by his family during World War II."

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

   Originally, Liu Qingshan had already supported his aunt and grandma, and was about to leave the hall. After hearing the voice of the auctioneer, he turned around and saw a samurai sword lying horizontally in the tray.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help but his eyes lit up: this is "June's debt will be repaid quickly".

   Mitsui Ki just robbed him of something, this time, it seems that it is his turn to rob.

  So Liu Qingshan discussed with Du Yunfeng in a low voice, and Li Tie and others escorted his aunt, Liu Yinfeng, Huang Yueming and the others to leave first, while Liu Qingshan stayed with Du Yunfeng.

   "One hundred thousand." In the hall, someone has already called for a price, but it's not Mitsuki, but Xiao Li.

  After shouting the price, the guy said to the partner beside him: "This knife looks quite sharp, and it should be better for chopping wood."

  His voice was neither too loud nor too small, and it happened that Mitsuki and his group not far away could hear it.

  Xiao Li is going to stand up for Liu Qingshan: This is my territory, you little man dare to bully my friend, I Xiao Li don't want to lose face?

   Mitsuigi's face immediately turned serious, and he opened his mouth to shout a price of 200,000 yuan.

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

   Now it was Mitsuki's turn to suffer. He gave Liu Qingshan a vicious look, and quoted another price of 1.5 million.

   "Three million!" Liu Qingshan didn't argue with him, and directly raised the price to three million, which caused a lot of exclamations in the hall.

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

  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 hug a bucket of popcorn and watch the excitement while blowing whistles twice.

   "Three and a half million." Mitsui can only bite the bullet and increase the price. This samurai sword has some connections with his family, and it cannot flow into the hands of outsiders no matter what.

  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 switched positions.

  Such a drama, also known as the guests in the hall, was addicted to it.

  Everyone is eager to compete in their bones. Of course, this kind of auction is more exciting than the polite and pretentious charity auction.

   Mitsuki'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 appeared in his dreams from time to time.

   "Five and a half million." Mitsuki could only grit his teeth to match the price.

  Liu Qingshan fully carried forward Yi Jiang’s fighting spirit of chasing down the poor, and directly shouted "eight million".

   At this moment, the exclamation 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 samurai sword, which does not match the price at all.

  Mitsuigi finally couldn't take it anymore, he can't wait to rush over, draw out that samurai sword, and cut that **** in two.

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

   Mitsui Ki did not rush to continue bidding, but came to the auctioneer with a livid face: "I suspect that this person raised the price maliciously. He simply can't afford so much money!"

   This guy is not too stupid. Eight million 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 liquidity all at once.

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

   In that case, he must be famous.

   As a result, this Mitsui Ki jumped out at this time, disturbing his good work, it is really hateful.

  Then the auctioneer shrugged, and reluctantly threw his hands at Mitsui Mutan: "Sir, we are not from the tax bureau, and we are not obliged to check the accounts."

  The crowd burst into low laughter again, which made Mitsui Kimen even more embarrassed: "Then I offer 10 billion, do you dare to accept it?"

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

  The auctioneer waved his hand, signaling him not to babble here. Didn’t you have a good time throwing money at it just now? Why are you so cowardly now?

   And Xiao Li in the crowd took the opportunity to start booing. He has many friends, and he really followed. For a while, booing was everywhere.

   At this time, Frank, the owner of the charity auction, came over, and the place immediately became quiet.

  A little old man next to Frank said aloud: "I can prove that Mr. Mountaine can definitely use this fund. 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."

   Oh, there was an exclamation all around: Isn't such a young billionaire surpassing Bill Gates, who has been in the limelight recently?

   Mitsuki also blushed, 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 face. The young people nowadays are too unruly, and they are really inferior to each other.

  Of course Mitsuiki had heard of Soros' name, he clicked his mouth a few times, and then bowed to Soros.

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

  Frank originally wanted to stand up and be a peacemaker, but when he saw that Mitsuki didn't know how to respect the elders, he simply ignored him.

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

"Ten million!"

  Mitsui Wood almost crushed his teeth, but even if he crushed his teeth, he could only swallow it. 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 to bid?"

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

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

   Mitsuki's expression was as if he had just swallowed a shovel, he hated it to death, and considered whether to hire the underground forces in Los Angeles to let that **** guy taste the taste of a gun.

  However, he quickly dispelled this idea. He also knew that Liu Qingshan had another identity, that of an influential musician. It would be very troublesome to attack such a public figure.

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

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

   And this time, Mitsui Ki finally held back and did not continue to raise the price. He is already embarrassing enough today.

   When the charity auction ended, there was warm applause from the audience.

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

   Among them, Mitsuki alone contributed 15 million.

  If it was changed to normal times, Mitsuiki would definitely attract the attention of the audience, at least he could win people's superficial respect.

  But now Mitsuki can only be reduced to a joke.

  Especially at the end, when Mr. Frank delivered a speech, thanking "all the generous guests who have contributed to charity", Mitsui Kima wanted to find a crack in the ground.

  However, this guy was quite tolerant. 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 Mitsuiki's spirit was severely frustrated, Liu Qingshan still had a knot in his heart: the painting by Master Zhang still fell into Mitsuiki's hands.

   After sitting in the car, there was no one else except the bodyguard and driver in front, so Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, you stopped me from bidding. Could it be that there is something hidden in that painting?"

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

  He can see that Liu Qingshan must also come from a wealthy family, otherwise, he would not spend so much money to buy stocks.

  But when he heard that Liu Qingshan's family was still living in a remote mountain village, he felt a little unbelievable.

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

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

  Liu Qingshan didn't go into details, but just talked about it in general. In the past few years of reform and opening up in China, the lives of ordinary people have gradually become richer, and their family's life has also become better.

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

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

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

  Wow, woof, a little curly hair ran up, leaped into the air, and rushed into Liu Qingshan's arms very enthusiastically.

   It is estimated that this little guy named Ruby is also using this method to express his gratitude to Liu Qingshan. If it weren't for him, the little curly hair would definitely be torn to pieces by that pitbull that day.

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

   "Speak Mandarin!" Du Yunfeng roared again.

  The little guy made a grimace, and said in unstandard Chinese: "Brother Biao."

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help but 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 called Jiaxing, it's so late, and you are still waiting for grandpa to come back, you are 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, otherwise I will definitely not 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, but really no younger brother.

   Oye! Du Jiaxing cheered and ran away.

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

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

  Du Yunfeng waved his hand: "Come with me, otherwise, you probably won't be able to sleep, just like Jiaxing."

  The old man led Liu Qingshan to the study room, the place is antique, and there are four treasures of the study and other utensils on the table.

   "When I'm free, I also like to write and draw pictures, but I haven't got the right method and I'm not popular." Du Yunfeng went to open the safe while talking.

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

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

  He just had this kind of suspicion in his heart, but he was not quite sure.

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

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

   Without comparison, there is no identification. To put it bluntly, even a layman like Liu Qingshan can tell that the painting in front of him has a more vigorous atmosphere, and the swaying of colors is more natural.

   Obviously, this is the authentic work of Master Zhang.

   And what Mitsuki bought for five million 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 are too careless. You even use fake paintings to deceive people, so you are not afraid of being regarded as an old liar?" Once happy, Liu Qingshan began to make up this grandpa.

Ok? Du Yunfeng snorted.

  Liu Qingshan quickly gave the old man a thumbs up: "However, my grandson admires it so much, why don't you take some time to copy a few more, and we can wholesale them to the little devil!"

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

   "These foreign devils, when they formed the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, did not miss our good things. I am just taking revenge on them."

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

  The old man reorganized the "Empty Mountains and Valleys" and handed it to Liu Qingshan: "Whenever you go back to China, take it back with you."

  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 take this thing back by yourself."

  (end of this chapter)