Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

Chapter 11 The natal magic weapon
  Jingjiang Auction House.

The decoration style is a combination of European and American style and Chinese style, which exudes luxury and elegance everywhere. Even the floor is made of sandalwood. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the subtle fragrance.

What the Bai family got was an entry card to the third floor, and the waiter respectfully led them to one of the private rooms.

There were curtains hanging on the glass windows. Since I arrived relatively late, the auction downstairs had already concluded its warm-up session.

The fragrant heart flower is the finale of the auction, which will take at least another hour or two.

Only Bai Xiumian and Du Yunjun came to the Bai family. Their only son originally wanted to come, but the cram school did not allow him to take leave.

Yu Qing didn't wear a mask today. Bai Xiumian glanced at her a few more times, but it didn't mean anything else. It was the inertia of a businessman.

There are certain people whose looks are worth remembering.

Yu Qing was sitting on the sofa, with the heater on in the private room. She placed the white fleece jacket beside her, wearing a low-necked sweater and light blue jeans wrapped around her slender legs.

Du Yunjun poured her a cup of hot water, "It's still early, you can look at other things first. Maybe there's something you like, I'll take pictures for you."

She took it calmly, thanked her, and then shook her head: "No."

She wasn't interested in those things, so she hooked her fingers around the curtain and pulled it open.

Bai Xiumian squeezed in some time to come here, with a computer on his lap and a Bluetooth headset. He occasionally said a few words, saying that he was having a video conference with others.

Taking care of Yu Qing was left to Du Yunjun.

In the hall downstairs, a machine voice on the blue screen introduced the auction items.

Afraid that Yu Qing would be bored while waiting, Du Yunjun found a topic to talk about some new news.

The sweetheart flower is a rare plant with no leaves, no fruits, and only flowers. It grows in the desert and requires special methods to preserve it after being picked.

And it can be stored for no more than a week at most before it will wither and wither.

So far, only ten Fragrance Flowers have been found. The boss behind Jingjiang Auction House got one by chance, and it has already fetched a sky-high price since the news spread.

Du Yunjun's voice was slightly excited: "I think this sweet flower is what we want."

Too precious.

Yu Qing didn't speak. She held the tea cup tightly and looked downstairs thoughtfully.

Du Yunjun didn't know why, but she felt a touch of sadness in her body, an indescribable sadness, and she looked downstairs.

On the screen is a very ordinary brush, giving people a dusty feeling.

The kind you can see everywhere in street stalls and two-yuan stores.

But this is Jingjiang Auction House.

"This should be an antique." Du Yunjun pressed the button and took a photo of the item.

There is a stipulation on the starting price for the third floor, which is five million for one press of the light, so no one will snatch up ordinary brushes.

There are also many people who laugh at the big enemy.

Although I guess it is an old item, it is not worth the price.

Jingjiang Auction House is very efficient. As soon as the card was swiped here, someone sent the brush over.

Du Yunjun took the rectangular mahogany box and put it on the table, with a gentle voice: "Dr. Yun, this is for you."

When she went to pick her up in the morning, Yu Qing said that she could just call her Dr. Yun.

Yu Qing, who had been thinking about something, raised his head, his face a little dazed.

After a long time, he said coldly: "Thank you, but... it will be deducted from the consultation fee."

Yu Qing saw that Du Yunjun had only bid once and didn't think much about it. His dark pupils were as calm as ever, but with a little determination.

Du Yunjun pondered for a moment and did not refuse: "Okay."

Du Yunjun didn't speak again for the rest of the time.

She has a keen personality and can tell that Yu Qing is not in a good mood, but she doesn't know the reason.

Glancing at the mahogany box on the table, it might be related to this thing.

After several auctions one after another.

The final auction item appeared on the screen. A wooden box was displayed on the screen, and the introduction and starting price of the Fragrant Heart Flower were written on the right side of the screen.

The starting price of the ‘Fuxinhua’ is 500,000 yuan per plant. People on the first and second floors knew that they could not compete with the third floor and had given up on the initiative. The noisy discussions were silenced, and everyone in the venue became silent in a tacit understanding.

Quietly waiting for the bloody robbery by the big guys on the third floor.

Things are rare but valuable. In fact, most people don't understand the true function of Fuxinhua.

Bai Xiumian closed the computer, took off his Bluetooth headset and walked over, "How's it going?"

Du Yunjun looked back at him, his face not very good, "The asking price has reached 10 million."

The starting price was only 500,000 yuan, and 10 million yuan was completely beyond her budget.

Moreover, there are no photos of Fu Xinhua. Just looking at a wooden box, it has not yet been determined whether the one inside is what Yu Qing wanted.

"In this way," Bai Xiumian looked at the numbers jumping downstairs, calmly, "continue, we can't miss any possibility."

Du Yunjun looked at him and nodded slightly.

She had been married to the Bai family for almost twenty years. The old lady was very kind to her and gave her the right to run the family. Naturally, she was willing to exchange her sincerity for her sincerity.

Yu Qing picked up the tea cup and took a sip. She felt relieved that the auction would be left to the Bai family, and looked at the mahogany box on the table.

The brush inside is actually not ordinary at all, it has its own name.

‘Crimson bone writing brush’.

It is her natal magic weapon.

She couldn't figure out how Jiang Gu, who had been following her in the dungeon, appeared here...

Judging from Jiang Gu's state, he is back to his original appearance.

Because she penetrated someone else's body, her ability was sealed, and Jiang Gu experienced something and was knocked back to her original shape.

Yu Qing didn't think about it for too long. The auction of Fu Xinhua had ended, so she took a break for the time being.

As expected, the Bai family took the photo of the fragrant heart flower, and the final transaction price was 30 million.

When the waiter brought the wooden box over, Yu Qing opened it and took a look, confirming that it was the one he had seen in the copy, "Mr. Bai, Miss Du, it is the right one."

Bai Xiumian and Du Yunjun looked at each other, both of them very excited.

"Doctor Yun, I'll leave it to you to take care of the special medicine!"

"Of course." Yu Qing nodded lightly.

The agreed time was tomorrow. After saying goodbye, Yu Qing returned to the hotel alone.

Fortis Hotel has ninety-eight floors. Yu Qing lives in the presidential suite on the top floor, which is no different from two bedrooms and one living room.

At this time, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, opening the lock of the wooden box with her slender fingertips, and found a gray brush lying quietly inside, her eyes getting colder.

"Jianggu..."

The girl called softly, and the brush rose into the air as if it were alive, floating in mid-air, with the top of the pen facing up, the tip of the pen facing down, and the barrel of the pen smooth.

The brush made of bone is waiting for its owner to hold it again.

To be honest, Yu Qing didn't really want to touch it, which meant her seal would be lifted.

She doesn't really want to see monsters and monsters, it's nice to be an ordinary person.

"go back."

There was another sound, the pen tube shook, and Jiang Gu circled around her aggrievedly, and stopped in front of her again.

"3, 2......"

"pat-"

The crimson bone writing brush returned to its rightful place, and the wooden box locked automatically.

Looking down from the ninety-eighth floor, you can see the mountains and small mountains at a glance.

Neon lights flash and various advertising signs light up at 9:10 at night.

Yu Qing put one hand on the window sill, supporting his chin with the slender hand bones, and looked down at the whole city, feeling calm.

(End of this chapter)