Unparalleled Immortal Physician

"Auction? Uncle Qian wants to buy two treasures?"

"If you like it, take a picture, if you don't like it, just watch and have fun. It's very exciting."

While talking, the two took the elevator to the auction hall on the eighteenth floor.

The auction hadn't started yet, so the welcoming lady directly led the two of them to the VIP lounge.

It was the first time for Zhang Fan to enter such a high-end place.It can be said that this place is as luxurious as a palace, and the omnipotence of money is everywhere.

There have been more than a dozen people inside, and they all seem to be of the rich class.There are also two women in the middle, dressed in jewels.

Qian Liang was very familiar with them, and greeted everyone when he came in, and then found a corner seat with Zhang Fan to sit down.

Several people hold their own antiques in their hands, you look at mine, I look at yours, and comment on each other.

It turns out that this is a habit in the antique calligraphy and painting circles in Jiangqing City. Before the auction starts, everyone gathers in the VIP room to discuss with each other what they have in hand, learn from each other's strengths and make up for their weaknesses. Auction commissions are waived.

After observing for a while, Zhang Fan found that the center of gravity here was obviously focused on a white-haired old man.

Everyone respectfully called him Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng is in his 70s, neither fat nor thin, with silver hair and a childlike face, with a noble temperament. At first glance, he is a highly respected figure in the antique world.

Everyone took turns holding their own antiques and asked Mr. Meng to appreciate them.

Mr. Meng's tone was quite authoritative, citing scriptures and allusions, being erudite and knowledgeable, and speaking clearly and logically, which solved many doubts of the crowd, and attracted a burst of admiration from time to time.

Zhang Fan had just arrived, so it was inconvenient to talk, and he just watched from the sidelines.

Listening to Meng Lao's eloquent explanations, he has indeed gained a lot of knowledge about antiques.

After about 10 minutes, the door of the VIP room opened.

A guy with his head held high walked in, followed by two sturdy followers.

Huh?

Zhang Fan was stunned: How narrow is the road to Yuanjia!

Met this loser again.

"Young Master is here!"

A lot of people came to greet him and greet You Pengju warmly.

Obviously, You Pengju is a frequent visitor here.

He stretched out his hand in a very gracious manner, shaking hands with various distinguished guests, calling those who should be uncles uncles, and those who should be called aunts are called aunties, which seemed very proper.Especially when shaking hands with Meng Lao, he bowed and said: "Meng Lao, my father asked me to say hello to you."

"Okay." Meng Lao said with a smile, and his eyes were full of liking.

You Pengju turned around and saw Zhang Fan sitting in the corner.

His eyes sparkled immediately, like the excited light of a cat seeing a mouse.Last time, he treated Zhang Fan so badly that he even sealed off his small infirmary.

Hehe, this kid Zhang Fan has been pushed to the end of the road by me, why did he come to the auction today?Are you desperate for poverty and auctioned off the family heirloom?

And Zhang Fan was also staring at You Pengju, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

The grievances in each other's hearts made the gazes squeezed out of the eye sockets of both sides extraordinarily sharp, and they collided in the air like lightning, almost sparking.

Zhang Fan's whole body trembled!

I really want to rush over, give You Peng a punch, and smash that face: Boy, not to mention taking away my girlfriend, and almost ruining my entire family. If it wasn't for my luck, I would be destitute now.

After You Pengju's initial shock passed, he immediately recovered his composure, with a smile on his face, and said enthusiastically, "Huh? Why is my old classmate Zhang Fan here?"

Zhang Fan snorted: "Why, I can't be here anymore?"

"This is the VIP room, all successful people who participated in the auction."

"Am I unsuccessful? Hehe."

You Pengju looked Zhang Fan up and down, showing a very surprised expression: "Are you successful? Aren't you detained for selling aphrodisiacs? Why, after you came out, you changed to antiques? You can't afford this industry."

You Pengju's words attracted contemptuous glances, all of them turned to Zhang Fan, which meant: In this noble circle of ours, why do poor boys who sell drugs in the rivers and lakes get mixed up?

Even Qian Liang who was sitting next to Zhang Fan's face darkened, feeling that he had lost face.

Zhang Fan didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile: "You classmate, I remember that picking up girls is your strong point. I didn't realize it, but you also play elegant?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across You Pengju's face, fearing that Zhang Fan would continue to tell about his bad things in school, he ignored Zhang Fan and said to his followers, "Take it out and show it to Mr. Meng."

The attendant unzipped the large bag, pulled out a painting scroll from it, put it on the coffee table, and slowly unfolded it.

A group of people gathered around, wanting to see what treasures the famous Mr. You in Jiangqing City brought.

The follower slowly scrolls the scroll.

When the picture was fully unfolded, the onlookers exclaimed:

"Isn't this Zhu Rui's Journey to the West Mountain?"

"Zhu Rui!"

The entire VIP room was immediately filled with an amazing atmosphere: no one thought that Zhu Rui's works would appear here!

Holding the frame of the presbyopic glasses with his hands, Mr. Meng leaned down to take a closer look. After a while, he raised his head and sighed: "Oh, that's right, it is indeed the genuine product of Zhu Rui from the Song Dynasty! Everyone, Zhu Rui's unique features It is very clear: the brush and ink are clear and delicate, the description is arranged, and the music is clever. Zhu Rui's works were not many, but after the Yuanmingyuan was burned, Zhu Rui's survival is even rarer. It is really rare, rare."

With a proud face, You Pengju gave Zhang Fan a sideways glance, as if to say: Can you afford this?

Old Meng's face flushed with excitement, "Young Master, I have been interested in Zhu Rui's works for a long time, but I haven't asked for one so far. This painting, I intend to collect it. Why don't you auction it off! "

You Pengju smiled: "Old Meng, I'm so sorry, my father spent 500 million yuan to buy this painting from other provinces last year. I plan to keep it for a long time, so I didn't want to sell it."

Mr. Meng was a little embarrassed, and smiled instead: "Young Master, you are not authentic! You used Zhu Rui's masterpiece to lure out the gluttons of the old man, and you didn't sell it to the old man! Isn't this a tantalizing thing? Haha. "

Everyone knows that with Meng Lao's status and reputation, it is a matter of honor to acquire someone's collection.

"Young Master, you can think about it." Someone persuaded.

"Meng Lao is not willing to accept anyone's paintings. Young master, Meng Lao is willing to accept your paintings. This is your honor."