Is he teasing me

Chapter 5 Meeting Zhang Moyan Again

This question asked most people's hearts at the moment, and the uproar stopped in an instant, and everyone waited with bated breath for Xiao Xingyu's answer.

"I don't know." Xiao Xingyu said, with a clean voice and a low tone.

He thought for a while, glanced at the stage, and said in a flat voice: "But this brush wash obviously has traces of imitating secret-color porcelain. It should be the study of secret-color porcelain by craftsmen at the same time, just like our family has been studying. It is the same as the official kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. Therefore, it may come from Yue Kiln, Xing Kiln, Shouzhou Kiln, or even a little-known kiln mouth in a certain village in a certain place.”

"Don't shoot anymore! What is it? It's not secret color porcelain!" In the quiet breathing of the room, the rich man who bid 2.5 million was very indignant immediately, and then praised Xiao Xingyu: "This expert is really young. Youwei, you have a unique vision, I want to thank you, if you hadn't appeared, I would have been taken advantage of today!"

At this moment, the collector's face was completely pale, he was full of anger, but he couldn't speak, only his chest heaved violently.

After a long while, he clenched his fists and decided in a deep voice, "I announce that Lianhuaxi will withdraw from the auction!"

Xiao Xingyu sighed for a long time, raised his eyes to look at the clear and translucent celadon on the big screen in front of him, his eyes were like a pool of deep water, and his tone of voice was already pressing sparks.

"I have never been in favor of measuring the value of porcelain by kiln mouth or category. Just like this lotus wash, it is not inferior to secret color porcelain in terms of glaze color, carcass, and vessel shape. It is better than blue. But today, it is likely to lose its value because of the origin, which is really a kind of sadness that the world attaches to utensils."

The dark shirt reflected the scattered light of the crystal lamp in the venue. Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows, eyes, lips, nose, jaw, neck... the lines were undulating like mountains, extremely profound.

For some reason, Zhang Moyan felt that Xiao Xingyu looked like an ancient general who had experienced ups and downs at the moment, feeling pity for a beautiful woman who had fallen into dust, but helpless.

This picture is so timeless, she couldn't help but set up the camera almost instinctively.

Click!

The flash exploded presumptuously, and its power in this atmosphere was no less than that of a flare.

Damn, why is it shining? !

Obviously not before.

Zhang Moyan was stunned.

The eyes of the audience shot at her in seconds, including the figure in the front who was definitely over [-] meters, and turned around.

The death of a large society is nothing more than that.

Zhang Moyan groaned in her heart, her limbs were stiff, she held the camera and forgot to put it down.

It was probably an accident that there were still reporters present, Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan in surprise, his penetrating eyes pierced the eyepiece and went straight into his eyes, making Zhang Moyan's heart shudder.

"Uh, we are the reporters leading the 'First Express' of the media, and we are invited by the auction company to be news editors." Jin Xueyang reacted first, and quickly pressed Zhang Moyan's hand holding the camera.

The face was no longer covered by the camera, and Zhang Moyan's true colors were revealed. The degree of death in this society instantly escalated by an octave, and Xiao Xingyu's eyes were directly bathed in him.

His eyes inspected her face inch by inch, the expression and pattern were exactly the same as the lotus flower wash he had examined on the stage just now.

Zhang Moyan seemed to be choked by someone, and felt a little lack of oxygen.

As soon as she cleared her throat, Xiao Xingyu's gaze had already moved down, following the blue belt on her chest, and slid to her work ID.

Sensing that he was reading the information on her ID, Zhang Moyan covered it vigilantly.

It's over, this person must remember that she complained and took revenge on her!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Moyan had already thought of more than a dozen awesome words, such as "Reporters are obliged and responsible to convey the news facts they see to the audience as soon as possible" and prepared to be tough.

However, Xiao Xingyu only exchanged a glance with her, turned back without saying anything unexpectedly.

Ok?
Shouldn't the development of the plot be like the gangsters besieging He Shuhuan and Du Fei to make her hand over the camera and smash it to the ground?
Otherwise, at least it should be like Zhang Dongsheng forced Zhu Chaoyang and the others to ask her to delete all the photos!

However, he didn't say anything.

Under Zhang Moyan's calm appearance, she breathes steadily with luck in her heart, and her heart hasn't landed yet——

"Hey, those of the first newsletter, don't take pictures and write randomly!"

It was the general manager of the auction company who rushed over, stood between her and Xiao Xingyu, and yelled viciously: "Don't report today, take out what you took and delete it!"

"Why?" Zhang Moyan's voice did not fluctuate.

Her voice was naturally nasal and sounded quite cold.

The general manager's mouth moved, and he thought that if you wrote about the discovery of the secret-color porcelain oolong today, would the reputation of their auction company not be discredited?

But for this reason, I can only understand it, and it is impossible for the public to say it.

The general manager pursed his lips, looked up at Zhang Moyan's boss who was not far away, and said in a mild tone, "Mr. Liu, how can you solve this problem? The cooperation between our group and Leading Media has been running well over the years..."

Both Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang understood that their unit had an intricate network of relationships with the owner behind the auction company, and it was because of this background that "First Express" was able to obtain the exclusive right to report this time.

As soon as the general manager ordered, the former Asia's top 1 President Liu came up thoughtfully, weighed it with his hands on his hips for a while, and finally made a gesture to Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang: "Okay, you guys delete today's material!"

"Oh," said the boss. Although Jin Xueyang was surprised, he still operated the camera obediently, and then showed the interface to the general manager: "Nong, don't worry after deleting everything!"

The other party nodded, and moved his eyes to Zhang Moyan, who hadn't moved yet: "What about you, why didn't you delete it? Did you hear Mr. Liu's words?"

"Reluctance." Zhang Moyan said simply, raised his hand and handed him the camera directly, meaning to let him do the work himself.

The general manager looked at Zhang Moyan, took the camera, lowered his head and pressed playback, flipped through the contents one by one, raised his head to look at Zhang Moyan in disbelief, and continued to flip through.

Jin Xueyang leaned over to look curiously, and saw pictures of Xiao Xingyu in the camera one after another!

He was surprised, then pressed the corner of his mouth, and gave Zhang Moyan a "I underestimated you" look.

"There seem to be a few media outlets out there." Zhang Moyan said coldly.

The general manager subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, feeling that she meant something, and asked cautiously, "What do you want to say?"

"The results of the auction must always be disclosed to the public. The turnover rate of antique auctions is generally 45%. It is normal for collections to fail." Otherwise, I can’t guarantee it.”

Surrounded by everyone, Zhang Moyan stood in a pavilion, dressed in Hong Kong-style casual business attire, with long hair shawl, fair complexion, and a clear voice.

Jin Xueyang crossed his arms, silently "wow", and scanned Zhang Moyan's whole body from top to bottom.

Mr. Liu understood it, and nodded to the general manager of the auction house: "There was a lot of publicity before this spring auction. With the spirit of starting well and ending well, there should be a conclusion after the end. Instead of letting other media dig deep and make a fuss, it's better Or leave it to us.”

The general manager of the auction company held the camera in his hand, with two points of wavering, three points of confusion, and five points of uncertainty: "What are you going to do with it?"

At this time, Zhang Moyan stretched out his arm, and stretched out a typed mobile phone in front of Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu took it and glanced at it, smiled, and passed it to the general manager of the auction company: "It is still necessary to briefly mention the concerns in the industry, but the focus is to attract attention and expand the popularity of the brand 'Baoda Auction', isn't it? "

The latter took the phone suspiciously, and when he lowered his head, he saw this text:

[Baoda Spring Auction ended, the turnover rate was as high as 88%, the lotus flower in the Qing Dynasty regretted that the auction failed, and the appearance of Xiao Xingyu became the biggest attraction. @宝达卖配@第一篇新闻…] Next, there are nine close-ups, close-ups, full-body, sideways and close-ups of Xiao Xingyu, each of which is extremely handsome.

What a move to encircle Wei and save Zhao!
The general manager of the auction company stood there in shock, then grinned.

"this is okay!"

As if he had foreseen the effect of this report, he immediately returned the phone and camera to Zhang Moyan with both hands.

　The old books are still receiving recommendation tickets every day, haven't they discovered that I have opened a new book? (An author is biting his pen and talking to himself)

　　


(End of this chapter)