Du Yunfeng and Frank chatted for a few words and were about to say goodbye.

Today, when family members are reunited, they are obviously not suitable to stay here anymore. His home is not far from here, so it is better to go home together.

Home is where relatives gather.

At this moment, the auctioneer reappeared and continued the second half of the auction. The auctioneer's voice soon rang in the hall:

"The next lot is a saber provided by Mr. Rothchaville, which was the trophy seized by their family during World War II."

"It is said that the owner of this samurai sword was a naval general from the island country at that time."

Originally, Liu Qingshan was already supporting his aunt and was about to leave the hall. After hearing the auctioneer's voice, he looked back and saw a samurai sword placed horizontally in the tray.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but lit up his eyes: This is "June debt must be paid quickly."

Just now, this guy Mitsui Ki snatched something from him. This time, it seemed that it was his turn to snatch it.

So Liu Qingshan whispered to Du Yunfeng, and Li Tie and others escorted his aunt, Liu Yinfeng, Huang Yueming and others to leave first, while Liu Qingshan and Du Yunfeng stayed together.

"100,000." There were already people in the hall, but it was not Mitsuiki, but Xiao Li.

After calling the price, the guy also said to his partner: "This knife looks quite sharp, and it should be better to use it to chop firewood."

His voice was not loud or small, and Mitsuiki and his gang could hear it just so far away.

Xiao Li is preparing to stand up for Liu Qingshan: This is my territory. You, a small man, dare to bully my friend. Do I, Xiao Li, want to be face-saving?

Mitsuki's face immediately became solemn, and he opened his mouth and called for a price of 200,000 yuan.

"One million!" Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal, and then nodded to Xiao Li, indicating that he had personally taken action.

It was Mitsuki's turn to feel uncomfortable. He glared at Liu Qingshan fiercely and quoted another price of 1.5 million.

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

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

As for other guests, they all chose to watch the show. If the occasion was not right, they would have to carry a bucket of popcorn, watch the fun and whistle twice.

"Three million and five million." Mitsuiki could only bite the bullet and increase the price. This samurai sword had a certain connection with his family and could not flow into the hands of outsiders no matter what.

Liu Qingshan's mouth slightly raised: "Five million!"

This auction is almost a copy of Master Zhang's painting, but the offensive and defensive sides have changed positions.

Such a play, also called the guests in the hall, was very excited.

Everyone is eager to compete in their hearts. Such an auction is of course even more exciting than a kind of charity auction that is gentle and polite.

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. That unforgettable shame still appears in his dreams from time to time.

"Five million and 500,000." Mitsuiki could only grit his teeth and follow the price.

Liu Qingshan fully carried forward the fighting spirit of Yi generals who bravely pursued the defeated enemy and directly shouted out "Eight million".

This time, the screams in the entire hall disappeared and became extremely quiet. Everyone was shocked by the price.

Although there are many billionaires present, this is just a slightly better samurai sword, which is not worth the price.

Mitsuki finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to rush over now, draw out the samurai sword, and then cut the bastard twice.

But reason told him that he could not do that.

Mitsuki did not rush to continue bidding, but came to the auctioneer with a pale face: "I suspect that this person maliciously raised the price, and he could not afford so much money at all!"

This guy is not stupid. Eight million US dollars is indeed not a small amount. Even if you have a net worth of over 100 million, you may not be able to take out eight million working capital at once.

The auctioneer was a little unhappy and was about to fan the flames and make the price of this samurai sword more than tens of millions.

In that case, he will definitely become famous.

As a result, Mitsui Ki jumped out at this time and the good things that disturbed him were really hateful.

So the auctioneer shrugged and spread his hands at Mitsuiki helplessly: "Sir, we are not from the Taxation Bureau, and we have no obligation to check accounts."

The crowd burst into laughter again, which made Mitsui Mu even more embarrassed: "Then I will pay 10 billion, will you dare to take it?"

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

The auctioneer waved his hand and told him not to whine here. Didn’t you spend money so happily just now? Why are you cowardly now?

Xiao Li in the crowd took the opportunity to start making excuses. He had many friends, and there were really some people who followed him. For a moment, there were sounds of coaxing.

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

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

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

Oh, there was a burst of exclamation around: Is such a young billionaire surpassing Bill Gates, who is currently in the limelight?

Mitsuki was also red in her eyes, and without regard to her identity and current occasion, she asked sternly: "Who are you? What qualifications are you qualified to be a proof!"

"Just because he is George Soros." Frank also looked serious. The young people today are too unruly. They are really inferior to each generation.

Of course, Mitsui Ki had heard of Soros' name, and he whispered a few times, then bowed to Soros.

"Continue the auction, you are all good kids 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 elderly, he simply ignored it.

The auctioneer received the order and re-hosted the auction: "Mr. Mountain has bid for eight million, is there any other gentleman?"

"Ten million!"

Mitsuki almost bit his teeth into pieces, but even if he bit his teeth into pieces, he could only swallow it. Who told him to jump out and go against Liu Qingshan from the beginning?

The auctioneer was also excited: "Ten million, gentlemen, is there anyone else who bid?"

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

Liu Qingshan spread his hands: "I'll give up, Mitsui Jun, congratulations."

Mitsuki's expression seemed to have just swallowed a piece of Xiang. He was so angry that he was considering whether to hire the underground forces of Luocheng to let that damn guy taste the taste of a gun.

However, he quickly dispelled this idea. He also knew that Liu Qingshan also had another identity, an influential musician. If he attacked such a public figure, the consequences would be very troublesome.

The auction was thrown on, but after two fierce competitions, the subsequent auction seemed relatively dull.

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

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

When the charity auction ended, warm applause rang out from the audience.

In an ordinary auction, the charity funds raised exceeded 20 million US dollars, which is amazing.

Among them, Mitsui Ki alone contributed 15 million.

If it were normal times, Mitsui Ki would definitely be the audience, and at least it would win people's superficial respect.

But now Mitsui Ki can only become a joke.

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

But this guy was quite tolerant and persisted until the end, before he hurriedly led his partner away.

Liu Qingshan also got on Du Yunfeng's classic car. Although it severely slapped Mitsuki's aura, Liu Qingshan still had a knot in his heart: the painting of Master Zhang still fell into Mitsuki's hands.

When he got into the car, there was no one outside except the bodyguard and driver in front of him. Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, you stopped me from bidding. Could it be that there was something else in the painting?"

However, Du Yunfeng did not ask for any questions and asked about Liu Qingshan's family background.

He could tell that Liu Qingshan must have been born in a wealthy family, otherwise he would not have spent so much money to buy stocks.

But when he heard that Liu Qingshan and his family still lived in a remote mountain village, he felt a little incredible.

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

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

Liu Qingshan didn't say it in detail, but just briefly said that in recent years, the lives of the people have gradually become richer, and their family lives have become better.

However, Du Yunfeng still had a question in his mind: Are they all so rich?

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

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

Wool, a small curly hair ran up, jumped up in the air, and rushed into Liu Qingshan's arms enthusiastically.

I guess 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 would have been torn to pieces by the pit bull that day.

Then, a little boy also ran towards Liu Qingshan and rushed to him. Then he stopped and raised his head and shouted to Liu Qingshan: "I'm private!"

"Speak Mandarin!" Du Yunfeng roared again.

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

Liu Qingshan didn't feel a smile, knowing that the little guy was calling him cousin.

But the little guy's pronunciation is not very standard. In his hometown, Biao's meaning is not that 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 calling Jiaxing. It's so late, and you're still waiting for grandpa to come back. You're a good kid!"
To be continued...