The auction was held in the showroom of cityâs only star level hotel and the host is Hong Kongâs antiques dealer . Those who could attend the auction, aside from the domestic and foreign genuine antiques lover and businessmen, there are also quite a few of the cityâs and the provinceâs influential personages . Therefore, the local government placed great importance to the event, utilizing much manpower and resources to secure the area .
Those showing up to the event, as expected, the men are in suits and leather shoes, the women are of splendid attire and appearance, as if theyâre going to attend some grand assembly .
Granted, this is also a grand assembly . A high-end grand assembly with the opportunity to form ties of benefits .
Due to Song Xuanâs respectable and sincere character as well as top class appraisal standards, his great prestige isnât only within city but even within the provinceâs antiques community . Just as he reached the entrance, there were already quite a few whoâve come forward with greetings .
Song Xuan was neither overbearing nor servile, greeting each with a nod and a warm spring breeze smile .
As for the Yang ZiMei beside him, naturally attracted the attention of many .
To be in this grand assembly with a gathering of renown well-bred young ladies contesting for beauty, Yang ZiMei wasnât considered super beautiful nor outstanding . Not to mention she was younger, so she didnât possess the kind of charming allure of a matured woman . However, her pure and graceful appearance, immaculate refined attire and bearing attracts much attention, especially because she stood beside the Song Xuan whoâs never had any woman related scandals .
One is a mature and scholarly, one is graceful and delicate . Both had a strong classical aura, if not for the age gap, them standing together would simply look like a picture of warmth and happiness .
âMister Song, this isâŚâŚâAs someone whoâs had closer exchange with Song Xuan, Jade Stone Xuan owner MuRong YunQing couldnât help but asked .
âMy disciple Yang ZiMei . â Song Xuan replied with a light smile and then turned the Yang ZiMei to introduce, âZiMei, this is Jade Stone Xuanâs Mister MuRong . â
âHello Mister MuRong!â
Yang ZiMei cleverly and politely greeted .
As for MuRong YunQing, the Yang ZiMei who wandered the streets and alleys in her previous life naturally knew of him . It is said that MuRong YunQing relied on a piece of stone to build himself up . His gamble on the stone turned out to be a sky-high priced glass type supreme royal green jade . From there, he founded Jade Stone Xuan and had lucrative capital . Moreover, itâs said that he has mafia background, neither those in the underbelly nor the lawful dare make a move on him . âFemale disciple? Not bad, not bad . â MuRong YunQingâs words carried a bit of ridicule but his eyes were clear, his sight direct, and they didnât contain any meaning of narrow-minded vulgarity so Yang ZiMei didnât mind it .
âFemale disciple? Hehe, Mister Song, never thought with your exterior as an upright gentleman, you would have such appetite . â A small sharp voice intruded, it was the Municipal Committee Secretary Yang DeJieâs only son, Yang JianMing . His hair had so much wax it could reflect light like a mirror, nose choking cologne, the dress shirt under the suit has two buttons purposely opened, and embraced in his arm is a low strapped red mini dress woman with heavy makeup whose pair of promiscuous peach blossom eyes kept sizing up Yang ZiMei .
Right when Yang ZiMei saw him, she felt disgust as if she ate a fly . Her dark pupils slightly submerged in cold .
Upon Song Xuanâs warm expression appeared a smear of endured displeasure, lowered his tone to say, âMister Yang please have some awareness, be prudent with your words . â
âHmph!âYang JianMingâs corner of the mouth lifted, sneered, âWhat do I have to be aware of? Isnât the one who should have more awareness you, Mister Song? This little missy looks about 15 years old, Mister Song, donât blame this gentleman for not reminding you, with a minor, youâll get sentenced . â
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Aside from antiques, Song Xuan usually isnât good at contact with others, especially with crooked disputes . He could only be livid with rage, in addition, he was worried that Yang ZiMei would get hurt so his mindset became even more distressed . His tongue became tied in knots and he became speechless .
Yang ZiMei reached out to pat the back of his hand, she wanted to tell him to calm down and ease up, she didnât mind the words of Yang JianMing .
Song Xuan looked at her clear deep black unwavering pupils and suddenly felt a wave of calming strength . His aggravated heart slowly returned to normal .