Chapter 679 Treatment

Ye Tian is a very independent person. It is difficult for others to change what he decides, so I heard that Ye Tian will go to the auction tomorrow. Even if Song Weilan strongly opposes it, it will not help.

What's more, when Gou Xinjia and others heard the news about Kaiyuan Daozang, they were shocked and strongly supported Ye Tian. Whether there is a practice in this Daozang or not, it is a precious Taoist classic.

In desperation, Song Weilan could only nod and agree, but Ye Tian originally just wanted to participate in the auction with Tang Wenyuan, but now the whole family is dispatched, and even Zhou Xiaotian did not agree to stay at home to guard the door.

Fortunately, Tang Wenyuan has a deep foundation in Hong Kong and has received several invitations through some channels. You know, not everyone can enter the auction held by Christie's.

"Mom, this is in Hong Kong, not the capital. Do you need to wear so much?"

Song Weilan came to her son's room early the next morning. She said that it was already December, and she had to have Ye Tian put on a sweater to go out, otherwise she wouldn't let her go, which made Ye Tian laugh and cry.

Seeing Yu Qingya hiding at the door and laughing secretly, Ye Tian suddenly said angrily, "Qingya, you still laugh. If you laugh again, I will let you go out in a leather coat!"

Seeing that her husband was really anxious, Yu Qingya came over with a smile and said, "Mom, the temperature outside is more than 20 degrees now. You let Ye Tian wear a sweater, and it's not hot to death when you go out!"

"It's okay if you don't wear it. Qingya, take it to him. If you feel cold, change it for him."

Song Weilan is right to think about it, but she always thinks that her son is seriously injured. This body is much weaker than ordinary people, so it is so nervous.

After breakfast, it was about 9 a.m., and a luxury bus picked up the whole villa and drove to Hong Kong Central.

The special auction of Chinese art organized by Christie's will be held for a total of three days.

Generally speaking, the first day. There will be several auction items to set off the atmosphere of the auction house, and then at the end. The final auction appeared again, so that the whole activity was successfully concluded.

At first, Christie's was going to use a precious Songjun kiln porcelain as a pressure field ranking.

However, considering that the market for ancient books and classics has been very popular in recent months, the organizing party temporarily decided to temporarily collect the six books of Kaiyuan Daozang. As a auction on the first day.

That's why Ye Tian and others went to the auction site early. For those "Kaiyuan Daozang", whether it is Ye Tian or Gou Xinjia, it is inevitable.

Central is a place name in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong. It is also the political and commercial center of Hong Kong. Many banks, multinational financial institutions and foreign consulates are located in Central.

Ye Tian likes to be quiet. Although he has been to Hong Kong many times, he has really never been to Central, but this time he is really suffocated by the bustling crowds on the road. Ye Tian actually watched it with great interest.

The car drove into the underground parking lot in the center of Central. In order to increase its influence, Christie's specially chose the auction location in Queen's Road in the Central District, which is also the tallest skyscraper in Hong Kong.

"Why do you set the auction place here? Can't you choose a clubhouse?"

Perhaps it has not come out of the shadow of the terrorist attack in New York in the first two months. Looking at the 73-story building, Song Weilan couldn't help muttering when entering the elevator.

After the terrorist attack in New York, Song Weilan not only withdrew the company from New York, but also built an office building in San Francisco as the headquarters. There are only three layers, which shows the impact of that incident on her.

"Mom, it's okay."

Ye Tian took his mother's hand and said with a smile, "That's a rare thing in a hundred years. If we meet it again, I think you can fly back to the United States to buy lottery tickets. By the way, the prize pool has accumulated more than 300 million dollars!"

"Son of a bitch, I don't have a good word in my mouth. Don't say these unlucky things." Although Song Weilan blamed her son, her expression relaxed a lot.

Affected by the terrorist attack in New York some time ago, security checks have become extremely strict when holding some rally-based activities in various places, so the organizer also spent money to set up a special security gate.

After entering the venue, Ye Dongping looked around and said, "This is much larger than the auction in the capital!"

Auctions organized in the capital are often held in the conference rooms of some hotels. There are generally only 100 seats in the venue, but the venue in front of us can accommodate four or five hundred people.

"Brother Ye, Hong Kong is the financial center of the East, and Christie's still attaches great importance to it."

For Ye Tian's reason, Tang Wenyuan did not dare to trust Ye Dongping. At present, he explained, "This auction not only has collectors in Hong Kong, but also many cultural relics collectors from the mainland and overseas. It is no exaggeration to say that this is a world-class auction!"

Indeed, as Tang Wenyuan said, in addition to some Chinese sitting in the field, there are many blonde foreigners, and these people account for more than half of them.

The arrival of Ye Tian and others has also attracted the attention of many people, because their combination is a little strange.

In addition to Ye Tian and his wife and Zhou Xiaotian's young people, the one-armed family and the energetic Nanhuaijin are also quite eye-catching.

As for Zuo Jiajun and Tang Wenyuan, let alone, at least half of the Chinese in the field stood up and greeted the two. These are local millionaires in Hong Kong.

However, Song Weilan and his wife dressed in ordinary clothes today, and everyone's attention was mostly on Zuo Jiajun and others. Under the guidance of the staff, the group came to the first row of the venue and sat down.

"Who are these people? How can you get to the first row?

"That's right. I just saw that Sir He was sitting in the third row."

"I don't know. That's Tang Sheng. Next to him is Master Zuo. I don't even know this?"

"Even Tang Sheng and Master Zuo may not be qualified to sit in the first row, right? Do you know that the Chief Executive will also attend this auction today?

After Ye Tian and others sat down, the people sitting behind couldn't help whispering.

You should know that whether at home or abroad, the order of seats is extremely eye-catching. Generally speaking, in auction houses, such positions in the first row are often reserved for guests.

Just like today's auction, the Chief Executive of Hong Kong will also participate.

The Chief Executive may not participate in the whole auction, but the first row must be left behind. Although Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are well-known on Hong Kong Island, they are still not qualified to sit there.

"Brother Zuo, we still occupy other people's light?"

Tang Wenyuan didn't expect that the organizing party would place their position in the first row. After hearing the comments behind him, he couldn't help laughing and looked at Song Weilan intentionally or unintentionally.

Zuo Jiajun smiled and said, "It's still under the light of the little brother."

In the early years, in order to find some feng shui magic weapons, Zuo Jiajun was also a regular guest of the auction, but like Tang Wenyuan, he never enjoyed the treatment of sitting in the first row.

However, Tang Wenyuan and Zuo Jiajun are both old and refined people. Naturally, they will not care about these gossips. They sit there and chat steadily at the moment, and they don't care what the people behind say at all.

Ye Tian and others arrived not early. Just five minutes after they sat down, the two doors of the conference room were pushed open from the outside, and seven or eight people came in with a gray-haired man in his fifties.

"Good, Dong Sheng!"

"Good, Chief Executive!"

"Hon, Mr. Dong!"

Seeing this man coming in, there was a burst of applause in the field. Ye Tian and others also stood up. Although he did not know the first Hong Kong chief of the ship's family, it was rare to see it on TV.

Walking next to the chief, there was a thin Englishman. He should be in his fifties. After accompanying Dong Sheng to the first row, the man suddenly came to Ye Tian and others.

To Ye Tian's people's strangeness, Song Weilan actually greeted him and said with a smile, "Wilson, I only heard that you came to the East to develop, but I didn't expect you to come to Hong Kong?"

"Oh, beautiful Miss Song, I knew you were coming to this auction, but I didn't sleep well last night!"

Wilson in Song Weilan's mouth spoke authentic Chinese. After coming to Song Weilan, he took Song Weilan's right hand and kissed her gently at the mouth.

"Damn it, who is this bastard? How dare you kiss my wife?"

Although he knew that kissing was a normal etiquette in the West, Ye Dongping still couldn't stand it when he saw this scene. When he saw Ye Tian's indifferent face, he couldn't help stepping on his son's instep and whispered, "Little rabbit, that's your mother. Don't you care?"

"Dad, your jealousy is too inexplicable. That's normal for people to understand."

Ye Tianbai glanced at his father, but looking at his father's threatening face, he couldn't help sighing and came forward and said, "Mr. Wilson, I think you should call her Ms. Song, not Miss."

"Yes, this is my son!" Ye Dongping listened and smiled. He smiled.

"Oh, who is this?" Wilson looked at Song Weilan with doubtful eyes.

"He is my son, Wilson. I've said that I've been married for many years, but you just don't believe it."

Song Weilan smiled, walked to Ye Dongping, took her husband's arm, and said, "This is my husband, Mr. Ye Dongping, Dongping. His name is Wilson. He used to be the president of my British company."

After explaining a sentence to Ye Dongping, Song Weilan looked at Wilson strangely, "Aren't you at Christie's headquarters? Why did you transfer to Hong Kong?"

"I hope to meet a beautiful woman like you in the East."

Wilson laughed, smiled apologetically at Ye Dongping and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm kidding. Come on, let me introduce it to you... There are still 18 monthly tickets to 2,000. It's the middle of the month. Friends, please support me!

. ( To be continued) RQ