Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Xiao gritted her teeth, and Song Qiaoqiao's words and sentences all looked down upon her.

Grandma, doesn't the tiger show her power and treat her as a sick cat?

"Since Miss Song thinks it's okay, I won't say anything anymore."

No way, some people want to die, and she wants to stop them. That can't be stopped.

Song Qiaoqiao has to jump into this pit, she has to do it, what can she do?

Hey... It's really helpless. She didn't look for money. As a result, the money was always coming in unconsciously. The momentum of sending money was unstoppable.

With Lan Xiao's understanding of Song Qiaoqiao's silly Baitian, Baitian lost the game, and it is estimated that he will not quit the antique circle obediently in the future.

So, hey, then, didn't the money roll into Lan Xiao's pocket?

"Okay, let's start now. Before I came, I specially found some people who have studied ancient paintings. When they were young, they all worked in museums, and they were all high-paying experts and antique-level figures hired by the state. My uncle will ask them to appraise the antiques that he has trouble with, so it would be better to let them be judges. Papa...Masters, you all come in..." Song Qiaoqiao clapped his hands and eyes Looking at the entrance door on the second floor, he shouted.

Lan Xiao laughed. She was also worried about this issue just now. The experts in the field were all half-hearted, and there was no one who was convincing and could control the ability of this competition.

Unexpectedly, Song Qiaoqiao came here prepared, and actually invited a museum-level master to be the referee in advance.

Haha... Everything is really ready, but the east wind owes it, the east wind was prepared early.

Awesome, he is so awesome.

Lan Xiao couldn't help but clap and cheer for Song Qiaoqiao.

As soon as Song Qiaoqiao's voice fell, there was no sound in the originally noisy venue.

Everyone looked at each other and looked at the entrance with excitement.

Good deed, the retired expert master of the museum, that is an existence that most people can't touch.

Everyone's eyes gathered at the door.

In about half a minute, everyone heard faint footsteps coming.

Then, Yishui, dressed in robe from the Republic of China, with presbyopic glasses, and gray-haired masters, all appeared in front of everyone on crutches.

Probably four people came in. Although they were graying on their temples and in their old age, all of those eyes were full of spirits, and their spirits were incredible.

Everyone was shocked and stupid, and someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah, the master in the blue robe, he... isn't he the curator of the museum in our mausoleum after years of retirement?"

"Yeah, Director Zhang, how many years has he retired, how dare he still invite his old man?"

"Hey... the person standing next to the curator Zhang seems to be the former curator of the National Museum. What is the last name..."

"Curator Fu, this is definitely a legendary figure. Almost all the antiques identified in his hands were listed in the National Museum, and they are still listed in the museum."

"Hey, these people who can't usually spend money are all here, it's exciting, it's really exciting."

"The other two old men don't seem to have seen them very much, but to be able to come with these two famous curators, they must be very remarkable people."

"This little girl from Xin Song is not easy. Not only did she come prepared, she actually invited these four. Who do you think she is?"

"Song... Think about it, in our country S, there are those powerful and powerful masters who can invite these antique-level masters to come over?"

"Kim Kyung Song's house? OMG..."

The four elders, along the way, those in the court, automatically gave up a way to Song Qiaoqiao's side.

The four elders did not squint and walked by one after another.

Many people greeted them on the way.

"Hello, Director Zhang..."

"Hello, Director Fu..."

"How are the two masters..."

None of them responded, straightened their backs, enjoying the admiration of everyone, and walked to Song Qiaoqiao's side.

Song Qiaoqiao squinted and greeted them very well.

Obviously, the four elders have a very close relationship with Song Qiaoqiao.

Everyone looked at Song Qiaoqiao with kind eyes, and after Song Qiaoqiao said a few words, the old men laughed.

The atmosphere was very warm at one time, until Song Qiaoqiao introduced Lan Xiao to several old men.

The four people immediately suppressed the smile from the corners of their lips, and looked at Lan Xiao very unhappy.

Among them was an old man who raised his head and snorted with disdain: "Huh... you are the little girl who was praised by Mr. Qu? There were so many people in the black market yesterday, so you could miss it. Picked up a big deal?"

Lan Xiao smiled and wanted to reply modestly.

Who knows the old man, he continued to hum: "I don’t know where I got from, the little girl who has no hair grows up, dare you to compete with our Miss Song? Well... I want to see the old man today, you lose. How miserable it would be to lose to Miss Song. Miss Song, but some of us have been genius appraisers who have deliberately cultivated since she was ten years old. Heh...you can have the possibility of winning her? Dreaming Right..."

Lan Xiao touched her nose, dream, she didn't need to do it.

Absolutely, 100% better than Miss Song.

In this way, these few are all Song Qiaoqiao's masters.

Sure enough, the people of the four major families are awesome-

"Okay, Old Man Fu, why do you talk so much nonsense with her? Since Miss Song wants to compete with her, we are here today to let Miss Song beat her..." Another old man patted Old Man Fu. On the shoulders, whispered.

The other old people nodded in agreement.

Old Su looked at these antique-level figures, both eyes were exposed.

Unexpectedly, he just held a private party, so he could attract so many experts?

Ha~ He really doesn't know how to say, whose blessing is he on earth.

...

The competition officially began, and the four elders sat down one by one, opposite the glass exhibition table.

Song Qiaoqiao hugged her shoulders and looked at Lan Xiao disdainfully: "You can appraise these two paintings first. After appraisal, you can write the correct answer on the slip of paper. Then give the slip to the four. The master keeps it. After I have completed the appraisal, the four masters will verify the results and seal them up. Then we will unfold our paper, and the three parties will compare and publish the results. This method can be said to be very fair."

Lan Xiao had no objection at all. In fact, Song Qiaoqiao's proposal was very fair.

"Okay, do as you said."