The auction was held at the Guodu Hotel on March 26. Yi Huan asked Yan Zi the day before, "Do you have time to attend with me?"

"Yes, I can still get this time out." Yan Zi replied with a smile.

The next afternoon, Yan Zihui came back from outside and changed into the shirt and suit prepared by Yi Huan for him. He was wearing a bow tie facing the dressing table. He heard the sound and turned around and saw Yi Huan walking out of the cloakroom in a light green ankle-length skirt. "How are you back? Is it good?"

The neckline of the skirt is inlaid with pure white lace, and the delicate collarbone is faintly exposed. The belt is tied behind the back, outlining the slender waist, and the body is filled with seductive charm. Yan Zi turned back to the corner of his lips, "Ms. Yan, I am fascinated by you. Do you think it looks good?"

"I will say good things to coax me, but I don't believe you." Yi Huan walked to the dressing table, looked up at herself in the mirror, and covered her neck with a "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Yan Zihui asked in confusion.

"Yan Xuanling, you bastard." Yi Huan cursed and ran back to the cloakroom.

Yan Zihui asked in confusion: "Why am I a bastard?"

"Bastard, bastard, you big bastard." Yi Huan was still scolding him angrily.

After a while, Yi Huan changed into a purple, gray and blue background cheongsam. Yan Zi asked, "That skirt is really good. Why did you change it all?"

Yi Huan ignored him and went straight to the dressing table, stretched his neck and looked left and right, and found that the red marks could still be seen faintly. He couldn't help but turn around and glanced at Yan Zi. His clear black eyes showed a look of coquettishness and blame.

Yan Zihui didn't realize why her reaction was so great until she picked up the white powder and applied it on her neck. She didn't know how to react so much. She hadn't had a good time for a long time, and she was eating meat last night, which was too intense, leaving many traces on her body.

After Yi Huan packed up, she twisted her bag and took Yan Zi back to the arm downstairs. It was almost five o'clock. The auction was held at 7 o'clock. After a while, I drove the car faster and I shouldn't be late.

"Mother, Sixth Sister-in-law." The two greeted Mrs. Yan and Qu Ling'er who were sitting in the hall.

Mrs. Yan nodded coldly, Qu Ling'er was frightened by Liang Yan's head. Now when she saw the two of them, she always smiled flatteringly, "Seventh brother, seventh brother and sister, are you going out?"

"Go to attend Mrs. Zou's auction." Yi Huan laughed and replied.

The two of them went out and looked at their departure backs. Mrs. Yan curled her lips and said, "Make yourself like a socialite, and you are not careful at all."

Qu Ling'er didn't dare to answer the conversation, and lowered her head and pretended not to hear it.

This auction was held for frontline soldiers to raise funds for drug purchases, of course this is the official reason; Mrs. Zou just took over as the president of the Women's Association, and she is also the wife of the new Financial Secretary Zou Yong; the couple both took office and held an auction, which was suspected of gaining political capital. However, Zou Yong was appointed by Yan Zihui, so whether it was Yan Zihui or Yi Huan, they were willing to support him.

Yi Huan got into the car and said, "I hope there is something I like at the auction."

"As long as you like, you can just take pictures and I will pay for it." Yan Zi said generously.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Yi Huan smiled.

Yan Zi smiled, "Mrs. Yan, don't be polite."

Knowing that Yan Zi was coming back, the guards were tightly guarded 50 meters away. The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Yang Yihua got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat. Yan Zi, wearing a black suit, got out of the car. The guards all raised their hands, "Salute!"

After Yan Zi returned the gift, he bent down and took Yi Huan out. The reporters who invited to report the auction came over to take pictures regardless of the soldiers' obstruction. The sound of the shutter was heard constantly. Zou Yong and Mrs. Zou had already come out, "Sir, I have to pay tribute to this small auction every day, which really makes us flattered."

"I heard from Neizi that this auction was to raise medicine for the soldiers on the front line. She also painted a painting for this, but it was really hard for a few days. It was rare that I would come with her to support her when I had time today." Yan Zi replied that he had the meaning of putting Yi Huan first.

Mrs. Zou smiled. She asked Yi Huan to donate paintings that day, and it was a great gift. "Sir, Madam, please come in."

There were already many high-ranking officials and celebrities gathered in the banquet hall, Lan Yang and Zeng Shaowei were there, but they did not flock to flatter them with those people; Yan Zi returned to keep his usual coldness, while Yi Huan smiled cleverly. The two held hands and walked towards the two exclusive positions in front. At this time, someone suddenly heard someone shouting: "Vivian."

Hearing his foreign name, Yi Huan stopped and looked over, "McKenna?"

Su Yuting walked up to Yi Huan, "Long time no see."

The man following her bowed to Yan Zi at 90 degrees, "Your Excellency President, I have long admired your name. I will be lucky to see you today."

When he saw his salute posture, he knew it was a Japanese. A cold light flashed in Yan Zihui and Yi Huan's eyes. Both of them hated Japan, but no matter how they investigated, it was difficult to avoid the infiltration of the Japanese. After all, China and Japan did not break off diplomatic relations. Yi Huan asked with a fake smile: "McKenna, who is this?"

"This is my husband, Shuxiong Jiang, who is a historian." Su Yuting introduced.

To put it nicely, what historian is just an antique dealer? I don’t know how many cultural relics have been stolen from China. Yi Huan complained in his heart and did not reveal his face, “Hello, Mr. Jiang.”

"Hello, madam." Jiang Shangshuo bowed ninety degrees.

"McKenna, the auction is about to begin, we will talk later." Yi Huan didn't want to pay attention to Su Yuting and Jiang Shangshuxiong.

"I will live in Jizhou for a while and come out to have coffee when I have time." Su Yuting is much more sleeker than before.

Yi Huan smiled but did not agree. He walked back to the seat with Yan Zi and sat down. Yan Zi replied in a low voice: "You have a bad relationship with her?"

"It's not very good." Yi Huan frowned, "It's so strange, why didn't she marry Lin Zhexiao, but a Japanese?"

"I'll ask someone to check her." Yan Zi replied seriously.

"Okay." Yi Huan nodded.

The people had arrived, and Mrs. Zou walked to the front desk and announced that "the auction officially began."

The first auction item was a blue and white peony-shaped plum bottle. The bottle was decorated with five groups of patterns, with complex patterns not messy. The blue and white color was dark and thick, and the glaze was transparent and slightly flashing blue. The auction was led by Mrs. Zou's nephew Liao Xiangke. "The bottle was 42.1 cm high and the bottle was 5.5 cm diameter. It was donated by President Lan of Jizhou Chamber of Commerce. The starting price was 3,000 yuan in the ocean, and the price was at least 50 yuan per hour."

After a moment of silence, someone shouted: "Three thousand."

“Three thousand and fifty.”

"Three thousand one hundred."

The first auction item was not too fierce, and it was finally sold for 4,600 oceans.

The second auction item is a copper-golded Buddha statue. The Buddha sits cross-legged, with both knees on his left hand and a right knee to pinch the pills. The overall shape is beautiful, the image is dignified, and the gilded is bright. After Liao Xiangke introduced it, he said: "The starting price of this Buddha statue is 5,000 oceans, and the price is at least 50 oceans each time."

The Buddha statue was taken away by Tang Shuangyun's uncle for 7,900 yuan. Mrs. Tang believed in Buddhism, so she thought she had taken it back and gave it to Mrs. Tang to please her.

The third auction item is a knife, the fourth auction item is a screen for the treasure map of the lady in Huanghuali, and the fifth auction item is an ivory pen holder. Yi Huan frowned slightly, and there was nothing she liked and worthy of her bidding.

The sixth auction item is a pair of ink-black jade bracelets. Yan Zi turned his head and said, "Huan'er, you must be very beautiful when wearing this jade bracelet."

"I don't want it, I'm afraid it's a funeral object." Yi Huan curled his lips in disgust.

Yan Zi raised his eyebrows back, and Yi Huan didn't like it, so there was no need to take pictures.

Yi Huan's picture of the chick waiting to be fed was taken as the finale. Yi Huan is very clear. It is not how good she painted it or how valuable the picture is, but because of her identity. Liao Xiangke introduced: "This painting was donated by Mrs. Yan, and was painted by Mrs. Yan's handwriting. The starting price is 20,000 yuan, and the price is at least 100 yuan per price."

Yi Huan twitched slightly, "It's so expensive, it's going to be a failure to shoot."

"No." Yan Zi smiled and comforted her.

Someone shouted, "Twenty thousand, one hundred."

"Twenty-one thousand." Someone suddenly raised the price.

Several people competed to bid, and Yi Huan comforted her and said, "If I hadn't been self-aware, I would have thought I was a famous painter."

Yan Zi smiled and raised his hand and said, "Fifty thousand."

Yi Huan was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"How can Mrs. Yan's calligraphy be collected by others? I should collect it if I want it." Yan Zihui said seriously.

Yan Zi offered a price, but others dared not bid. Yan Zi bought the painting for 50,000 yuan. On the way back, Yi Huan curled her lips and said, "I would have known it, I might as well donate something else." After this auction, Yi Huan became known as a talented woman. The painting that she praised in the newspaper was so famous that she was comparable to a saint of painting.

The next day, Yi Huan received a call from Su Yuting, "Vivian, do you have time to come out for a cup of coffee?"

"Sorry, I don't have time." Yi Huan refused without hesitation at all. It's not that they have a bad relationship, but because Su Yuting married a Japanese man, she didn't want to contact him.

"Vivian, aren't you still worried about the little dispute between us when you were in school?" Su Yuting asked.

"How could that happen? Don't get me wrong, I really don't have time." Of course, Yi Huan was not calculating about the past.

"Yes, you are busy with noble people." Su Yuting said sarcastically.

Yi Huan chuckled and said, "McKenna, what else do you have? I hang up the phone if I have nothing to do, my mother-in-law is looking for me."

"It's okay." Su Yuting had to hang up the phone, and then shook her head at Jiang Shangshuxiong who was sitting beside her, "She refused to come out to see me."

"You will ask her again in a few days." Jiang Shuxiong was not discouraged.

A few days later, at the urging of Shuxiong of Jiang Shang, Su Yuting called the Governor's Mansion again, but was told, "The Seventh Young Master has returned to her parents' home and is not in the mansion."

Su Yuting didn't make an appointment with Yi Huan again and hung up the phone, "Shuxiong, Yi Huan is very beautiful, but don't forget that she is the president's wife. If you want to get involved in her, you are afraid that your life will be lost."

"Don't think about it. I have a business to talk to her." Jiang Shangshuo didn't dare to have Yi Huan's idea, although Yi Huan is indeed a rare beauty.

Su Yuting said: "Yi Huan is not short of money for spending. Even if she has cultural relics on her hands, she will not sell them to you."

"As long as the price is right, I believe she will buy it." Jiang Shangshuo opened the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Su Yuting took the lighter and lit it for him, "Then I'll call her tomorrow."

Jiang Shangshuxiong nodded. He already knew that the Last Emperor of China had fallen into Yan Zihui's hands. The treasures brought out by the Last Emperor from the palace should now be in Yan Zihui's hands. Yi Huan is his pillow and should know clearly where the treasures are. He came for those treasures.

After receiving a call from Su Yuting again, Yi Huan said bluntly: "McKenna, if you have something to do, you don't have to drink coffee."

Su Yuting was lucky, suppressed her anger and said, "My husband has a business to talk to you."

"I don't do business with the Japanese." Yi Huan said directly.

Su Yuting was stunned for a moment and defended: "There are good people in Japan, and my husband has no malice towards China."

Yi Huan sneered and said, "Whether he is a good person or has any malice towards China, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I will not do business with the Japanese. Okay, don't call me again in the future."

After saying that, Yi Huan hung up the phone directly. Su Yuting told Jiang Shangshuo, "Yi Huan hates Japanese people very much, she said she would not do business with Japanese people."

When Kusuo Ekang grabbed the book in his hand, his knuckles turned white. The president and wife of the northern government all regarded Japan as an enemy, which was very unfavorable to the plan to implement the **** Circle implemented by Japan.

Yi Huan had no time to pay attention to Su Yuting and Jiang Shangshuxiong. She was happy for Zheng Yuhong's remarriage, "Congratulations, Yuhong."

"Thank you." Zheng Yuhong's face was full of a happy smile.

"Mr. Su, please treat Yuhong well. She is a good girl, and it seems you cherish it." Yi Huan said solemnly.
To be continued...