Cecilia had a very pleasant Saturday.

When she was chatting, she was surprised to find that Mr. Han actually had good artistic attainments. She didn't understand the brush and calligraphy written by the old man very well, but she knew a little about Chinese ink painting. Art is the same.

The sacred dialogue of Titian in the living room made her very happy. Cecilia herself created classical oil paintings, and this time she was able to appreciate the master's works up close. This trip was worth it.

Little Anya is also very happy.

Under the influence of her mother, she was not a naughty person, and now she is accompanied by her caring brother. The two of them stayed quietly in the library for several hours.

I occasionally chat after reading books, and time passes quickly, which is a wonderful feeling.

There was also that delicious lunch, the Chinese flavor reminded her of her great-grandmother, and the kitten became lively. She was so worried that she couldn't sleep last night, and now she finally felt relieved.

In the afternoon, Cecilia took Anya home, and the little girl reluctantly left her only friend. Poor Xixi and Han Xuan agreed to contact each other frequently. The cute look of pouting little mouth made the hearts of the young and old family melted.

So in the next few hours, Han Xuan spent the rest of the trance. Not only did Anya have no friends, but also Han Xuan.

Han’s father blamed himself on the side, saying that his son had too few friends of the same age. No matter how smart he was, he was just a child. McDull couldn’t speak, and now he had a fat kitten.

He shook his head helplessly and thought to himself what strange name his son had.

This situation does not stop until the evening, because the charity auction will begin at night.

Although the United States is a country composed of immigrants and has a population from all over the world, in general, this country only has two types of people and other people in its eyes. Racial discrimination exists in every corner, which shows how difficult it is for Mr. Han to make a big fortune in this place.

Auctions and parties have always been good places to make friends with business partners, and they will never make a name for themselves in this circle. However, today's nature is a bit different. In addition to donating money to orphans, it is also a platform for younger generations to get to know each other.

Americans are never stingy with donations. Instead of being exploited by the abominable tax bureau, it is better to do something good and gain a good reputation. They can also legally avoid taxes and kill two birds with one stone. Who doesn't want to do it?

The auction venue is set at the famous Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Manhattan, not far from Han Xuan's house, so they didn't set off until 6:40 pm, just a few minutes away.

The old-fashioned Aston Martin parked at the door, and soon a waiter helped open the car door, waited for the family to get off the car and drove it to the parking lot.

Han Xuan sorted out his clothes, black suit and small leather shoes, which made him feel uncomfortable to wear and was restricted when walking. This second generation of Mu had never had the chance to wear a suit in his previous life because of his special size. He was envious of others at that time, but now he has become thinner and picky. As expected, he will be furious if he can't get it.

Walking in, he turned around and looked around. Han Xuan raised his head and asked his grandfather, "Why are there so many Chinese?"

"Today it was initiated by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in the United States. The others are invited business partners." Mr. Han said as he walked: "It's your first time, grandson, you are here. How do you feel?"

"It's just like a party on our farm." Han Xuan shrugged.

"Haha, it's almost the same."

After the old man said that, he held Han Xuan's hand. From time to time, people nearby greeted him, smiled and nodded. It was not time to chat, and there was a cocktail party after the auction.

After checking the invitation, the servant politely led him to the venue to sit down. The first row was located near the aisle, making it very convenient to enter and exit.

There are many people who have come, and there are many half-aged children. They sit quietly beside their parents, and their tutors are very strict.

The Han family has long stopped treating Han Xuan as a child. Of course, this refers to psychologically, the good grandson and good son should never be missed.

Like Han Xuan, his father was not used to putting a bow tie, as if he had nails on his butt, and he was glaring at him by the old lady. He sat on the chair and sighed, "I wouldn't have come if I had known...

When the old man saw him, he was secretly sad and sighed that there was no successor. Yu Guang finally calmed down when he glanced at his grandson. He grabbed Han Xuan's small hand and looked at the front desk. After a while, the lights dimmed and the auction began.

The first half hour was actually speeches. Not only those foreigners, but even the Chinese around him were a little sleepy. Han Xuan drooped his head and supported it with his hands, waiting for the end of this "national treasure".

Finally, with the fierce applause of the crowd, as if cheering or venting, the old Chinese did not stop even when they stepped down. The uninformed old auctioneer came on stage and was a little nervous, but he didn't expect that he was so popular.

A woman quickly walked out of the side door, holding a wooden box in her hand, and gently placed it on the stone platform in the center. The auctioneer reached out and there was a porcelain plate of sea-rapping from the Song Dynasty.

There are many surviving porcelains in the seawater for hundreds of years. The quality is not very good. After asking for a price of two or three times, it was bought. Two thousand dollars is already very high.

The first few items are all unknown things. The most expensive small bottles of enamel, stone, and flower pattern were donated by Mr. Zhao. He bought them for another 150,000 US dollars, which caused a lot of rolling eyes.

Foreigners were indifferent to Chinese antiques and only fought for them when they had Western aristocratic products. A set of silverware used by Viscount, which had a history of more than 100 years, was sold for $300,000. What is even more surprising is that a commemorative Coca-Cola jar from the 1820s was sold for $5,000, and Han Xuan almost squirted out his old blood. It was terrible that there was no history.

Chinese immigrants brought out a lot of good things, such as the picture of Lang Shining's "Haino Autumn Song" being taken. As the most famous representative of foreigners in China, his pictures of hundreds of horses are hidden in the Palace Museum in Taipei. As one of the three treasures in the town, they are well-known even abroad.

This painting was called to 350,000 US dollars before being bought by Mr. Han. He was happy to stare at the auction table. Anyway, it was a charity, so it didn't matter if the price was high.

Xiao Hanxuan sighed helplessly: "It's true that people in the world are lucky..."

Antiques were taken on stage and then taken away. There were few charity auctions that failed. Many people, like Mr. Han, like Mr. Han, had their favorite babies wandered around and bought them back. Among them, Tang Bohu's pictures of the quiet mountains and suns were so envious that the old man wanted to get up and snatch them up.

There was no way. In order to make money with peace, the original owner was about to jump, and the price reached 190,000 US dollars, which was similar to its real price, so Mr. Han put down the wooden sign in his hand in disappointment.

The auction was already over, and the voice of the old auctioneer came from above: "Mrs. Sir, this charity auction raised a total of 3.75 million US dollars. On behalf of the poor orphans, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"But please wait a moment. Our auction house received a commission. There is something that has been leaked from China for a hundred years. I hope the owner wants to sell it. I think you should be interested. What if you can add another auction?" the auctioneer asked, waved his hand, and a black man walked onto the stage with a wooden frame and uncovered the red cloth covering it.

"Beast head?"

Someone in the audience was surprised and spoke.

"shoot!"

Mr. Han suddenly sat upright. Han Xuan was alarmed by him and turned his head to look, with the bronze horse standing upright.

The auctioneer on stage nodded: "The starting price is 100,000 US dollars. You can bid after you come on stage and see it."

Xiao Hanxuan was shocked, not only because he saw the beast's head, but because of the price...

"It's too cabbage!"

He went on stage and circled around the head of the horse for a few times, quickly reached out and pulled his grandfather, and whispered: "Buy it."

The bidding sounds were heard one after another, and it soon increased to $220,000. The old man nodded and said nothing.

After reaching 700,000, the bidding speed slowed down, and the 300,000 to 50,000 yuan increase, and then the old man raised his hand: "Ninety-hundred thousand!"

The surroundings were quiet in a tacit understanding. A foreigner said half a minute later, "Ninety-two thousand US dollars."

Han Xuan was immediately happy. This was too obvious.

The old man looked over there without saying a word, and the foreigner was about to sweat, and then he heard a tender voice: "Ninety-two-five hundred."

"Ninety-two-five hundred dollars? Is there anyone who has an additional price? One, two, three, bang! Congratulations, sir, this collection belongs to you!" The old auctioneer was very busy this time, and he asked twice and then got a hammer.

The first auction of the beast head, abroad, does not know the value of it, just look at the old auctioneer.

Rather than treating the twelve beasts as works of art, they are more like microcosm of the entire era and microcosm of the humiliating history of the Chinese for a century.

Yong Gui was so beautiful that it was round and bright. More than a hundred years ago, these beast heads were cut off by Westerners in front of Haiyan Hall. Han Xuan went on stage to touch the broken neck and could feel the mark of a knife and axe.

The old man stood up and clasped his fists at the people around him, thanking them for not raising the price. Most of them were Chinese, and they fought in the past, and winning or losing was their own business. We must not let others get cheaper.

People around him respectfully bowed to the old man and walked towards the banquet hall together. Han Xuan was distracted with his horse head and followed him.

China has just opened up now, and it is far worse than the future. In the future, when someone buys this thing, he will be scolded by the Chinese. In fact, it is like a nouveau riche. He shouts to those who look down on them in the past: "I am rich! I will suck you in the face when I speak!"

This is a very inexplicable emotion. Every time you take it back, it seems to increase your backbone and make people raise their heads to walk. For example, Mr. Han is so arrogant and the people around him looking at the children.

Han Xuanneng knew the future, but they didn’t know that without the support of a strong motherland here, they were like duckweed without roots.

Han Xuan sat at the table and shook his calves, touching his horse's head from time to time, as if he was chewing wax.

Han’s father was chatting with someone in the distance, and his smile was stiff no matter how he looked. Han Xuan had no choice but to shake his head and walked up to rescue him: “Dad, I’m sleepy, can I go home?”

"Wait... OK."

A taxi was parked on the side of the road, and soon the lights in the room started to light up, and the kitten Fat Ding ran over immediately.

Han Xuan picked it up and saw his father put a few antiques on the wooden rack with the horse's head. He nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the kitchen.

It's time to prepare dinner for Fat Ding.
Chapter completed!