After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Before Zhu Candu could say anything to get closer to Dr. Xi, the charity auction on the central lawn began.

Wang Cheng stood in the spotlight, holding a half-full glass of wine in his hand. He tapped the spoon three times, and the clear sound gradually calmed the voices of the people present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished persons from all walks of life, I, Wang Cheng, am honored to gather you here today. This is not for feasting and entertainment, nor for the pursuit of profit by merchants. It is simply because the war in the southwest is tense, the government's financial resources are limited, and the soldiers on the front lines are fighting bloody battles, but they are short of food, clothing, and ammunition..."

Xi Zhenghe heard a barely perceptible sneer and turned his head to see Mrs. Zhu standing next to him.

She was holding the arm of a young man in a suit, and her neck was slightly bent when she smiled, like a flower swaying in the wind.

Looking from the side, Zhu Can and his mother have many similarities in appearance.

"Doctor Xi."

At this time, Zhu Can happened to be speaking, very close to him, and his voice was whispered. Xi Zhenghe turned his head and saw Zhu Can with a look of disdain on his face. He said, "My mother didn't laugh at the soldiers, don't get me wrong."

Zhu Can knew that most people like Xi Zhenghe, who had studied abroad and returned, were patriotic, so he quickly explained, "My mother couldn't stand Wang Cheng's rhetoric; it was too high-sounding."

Xi Zhenghe nodded, and Zhu Can leaned closer. "Don't be fooled by his decent appearance. He's a nobody at heart. He's a relative of some military department somewhere. He patrols the area under his jurisdiction under a pretext. If he finds something he likes, he'll just accuse him of something and bring it to the government office."

Xi Zhenghe blinked and was silent for a while. Then he thought of his suffering old friend and the innocent Dada, and he agreed deeply. Such departments are just following the example of their superiors.

Zhu Can was well versed in the art of pulling down others: "Although there are many people who hold banquets and sing and drink at my house, I never seek such a prestigious title for myself."

There's no need to look for one. Mrs. Zhu's message alone is enough to gather a group of people. There's no need to find any special reason.

Zhu Can wanted to add a few more words. The auction had already begun. The first few were famous paintings from private collections. There was no shortage of pretentious people at the scene, and the bidding went very smoothly. Xi Zhenghe listened to people bidding and couldn't help wondering how many of them could really be sent to the southwest battlefield and become clothes worn by the people on the front line and cotton shoes they stepped on.

"Mr. Zhang has already raised it to 800 yuan, and I'm willing to add another 200. I really like it, so please bear with me."

Zhu Can took the initiative to raise the price with a smile. Xi Zhenghe looked towards the middle and saw that the waiter was holding a golden brown fountain pen, which he described as a masterpiece of a famous Italian artist. It was beautiful, but the price had already far exceeded the market value.

The auctioneer announced loudly: "Young Master Zhu of the Zhu family is willing to lend his all to the war of resistance. 1000 yuan! Truly patriotic!"

Wang Cheng, who had been standing nearby, suddenly raised his hand and said, "Although it is said that a gentleman should not take away what others love, this pen is indeed something my friend has longed for. Master Zhu, I'm sorry, I'll add another 200."

Zhu Can's face tensed, and he raised his hand again: "Add another 200."

Wang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Add another 400."

In just a few words, the price of a fashionable house was announced. Zhu Can was about to speak when Mrs. Zhu raised her hand over her shoulder, revealing her pair of white rose lace gloves. The auctioneer looked over, nodded, and said loudly:

"Mrs. Zhu, please increase the price by 2700%. The current price is yuan!"

Mrs. Zhu smiled at Wang Cheng while covering her fan, determined to win. Wang Cheng on the other side immediately bowed slightly, indicating that he would withdraw from the auction.

In the end, the small pen was sold for nearly three thousand yuan.

Zhu Can looked at his mother, who was talking to the young people around her again, then turned back and stuck out his tongue at Xi Zhenghe: "I didn't get it."

Seeing that the other party seemed sad, Xi Zhenghe hesitated for a moment and said, "If you admire the works of that famous artist, I do have a few of them. I bought them when I was abroad early on. The quality is average, but..."

Zhu Can suddenly laughed, and Xi Zhenghe stopped talking. Zhu Can slowly continued, "A gentleman does not take away what others love. I am a gentleman, and I will not let anyone take away what you love."

Xi Zhenghe didn't know that Zhu Can was actually laughing at his clumsiness. Zhu Can didn't like pens at all. To him, it didn't matter if a pen was made of gold. It was just that he saw Xi Zhenghe in the hospital twice, and both times he wore the same style of pen, so he took the time to check.

On the one hand, Zhu Can also smiled with some pride, thinking that this doctor of medicine who had studied abroad looked serious and cold, but he had not been by his side for long, so he took the initiative to show his courtesy, right?

Zhu Can has received no less favor than Mrs. Zhu since he was a child. He had dated several girls before, but they got bored after a few days and parted ways amicably. Now he finally met one he was interested in, and it seemed too easy to get her.

The two were talking at a very close distance. Mrs. Zhu touched the young man's hand next to her, the gems in her earrings sparkled, and she glanced at her son several times.

The auction was gradually coming to an end, and an old ginseng collected by the Zhu family was sold at the highest price. When the last item was about to be auctioned, Wang Cheng asked everyone to move to the side of the swimming pool. The servants removed the layers of curtains, and the water in the center of the pool was swaying.

Two young people, a man and a woman, wearing cool swimsuits, stood by and first posed a few times to greet everyone, and then jumped into the water with a splash. Xi Zhenghe looked down and saw that there was a strange ripple in the background of the blue and white mosaic tiles, and the light scattered hundreds of white lights there.

As the man and woman dived into the water and lifted it together, a jade Bodhisattva with excellent water head emerged from the water. Under the sunlight, the jade Bodhisattva's face was compassionate, and it seemed that Buddha's light was shining. Everyone was amazed by this scene and applauded.

Zhu Can smacked his lips and thought to himself that he had hidden a good treasure, so he gave the Buddha head to me easily.

Wang Cheng took the initiative to come forward and introduce it, saying that it was circulated from the private treasury of a person in the previous dynasty, and was passed to the military after several twists and turns. He, Wang Cheng, was also entrusted by the government to use it to raise military funds.

This time, there are not as many people bidding as before, but once there are bidders, they are either rich or noble, and the bid increases by 1000 yuan each.

The last person in dark casual clothes bought the Jade Buddha at a high price. Zhu Can looked behind that person and saw that they were all strong young men with guns.

As all the items were sold, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes. Wang Cheng had not yet finished his social engagements, so he had no time to cause trouble for Zhu Can.

Xi Zhenghe had watched a whole day of theater and didn't want to stay any longer. Zhu Can put down the half-eaten Furongzhai snack, wiped his hands, and ran out.

"Doctor Xi, I'll take you there."

Zhu Can stopped the man with a smile on his face.

The driver drove over at the right time. Xi Zhenghe looked at the endless street and followed Zhu Can into the car.

"Doctor Xi, this is for you."

Zhu Can waited for the other party to sit down, then couldn't wait to take out the gift in his arms and tie a gold-edged ribbon on it.

When Xi Zhenghe opened it, he found that it was the pen that Mrs. Zhu had just bought at a high price.

Zhu Can thanked the other party with a smile on his face, but Xi Zhenghe opened the gift box and put the lid back on.

"No merit, no reward. Master Zhu, I am not worthy of such a valuable item."