Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun sat in the car, looking at the snowflakes on the street through the car window with his head tilted.

Fu east and south, the snow is very precious, but it has fallen several times this winter, he thought, maybe this is the year of auspicious snow.

During the three years when he was the rich young master of the Mu family, relying on the indebtedness of his own father Mu Liangqi to him, it can be said that he was arrogant and spent money like water.

After using this for so long, he felt a little embarrassed, but he was a monk halfway, and he couldn't play the game of making money with money. Basically, all the projects in his hand lost money. I don't know if it's the God of Wealth this time. Finally received his devout prayers, and a project he randomly invested in generated a profit of 1000 million yuan.

Then how could he live up to God of Wealth's gift?

He went to a recent well-known auction, and there was a lotus statue that Mu Liangqi liked very much. He planned to spend several million to buy it back to please the old man who used gold mountains for him, and the rest Keep the money for yourself to run a venue and have fun.

Mu Xun planned beautifully, and brought his little assistant to the auction.

When everyone saw that the young master who had just been found by the Mu family was coming, their expressions were a little subtle.

Mu Xun is well-known in Fudong, for example, he is famous for his extravagance and his willful behavior.

For example, now, when others greet him, he also looks like he doesn't answer, nods with a dirty face, turns around, and begins to complain about the hardness of this chair with Ah Mo beside him.

The auction started on time, and the lotus statue was the finale. Mu Xun was waiting in the audience and almost fell asleep when he heard the auctioneer start talking about the lotus statue.

He slowly opened the closed pair of fox eyes, and looked at the lotus statue on the eye platform. It is an excellent glaze color, and the lifelike patterns are exquisite. It is no wonder that it was made by the master Mu Liangqi admired.

In fact, he has rarely studied these things, because every time he sees these things, he will think of a person and past events that he shouldn't think of.

His thoughts were brought back when the lotus statue started to be auctioned. The reserve price was 300 million. Immediately, people began to bid, but not many, they all started from [-] and up.

Looking at this posture, Mu Xun felt that these people were really conservative, so he slowly raised his card and casually called out a price: "600 million."

Suddenly, there was no sound from the audience.

Just when the auctioneer was about to make a final decision, he was stopped by a faint call: "700 million."

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the audience began to search for the owner of the voice, Mu Xun was no exception, turning his eyes to the right behind him, looking for the source of the voice.

He thought he would never forget this feeling in his life, the feeling that the nerves that had been paralyzed for a long time suddenly began to ache, and the blood all over his body rushed to his forehead.

It is Qizhi Festival.

He thought he would never see him again in this life.

He has obviously almost forgotten.

Amid the auctioneer's violating thump, Mu Xun quickly picked up his mixed emotions, and raised his sign again without any expression on his face: "800 million."

"900 million." His voice stuck to Mu Xun's words, without a second of hesitation.

"1000 million. Mu Xun clenched his molars, damn it, the fun money is gone.

The audience was in an uproar over the 1000 million bidding price, but they also felt that this was something Mu Xun, the second generation ancestor, would do.

"Ten thousand and three million." Qi Zhijie held up the placard again, and those peach blossom eyes inadvertently turned to Mu Xun.

Mu Xun was so angry that he really wanted to call Qi Zhijie to the end to see whose family had a stronger background.

But the last sliver of rationality prevented me from doing so. The purpose of shooting this lotus statue was to please Mu Liangqi with the 1000 million I earned.

After the auctioneer hammered three times, the lotus statue went into Qi Zhijie's pocket.

Mu Xun is very dissatisfied with this reunion drama.

When leaving the venue, Mu Xun heard many people talking about Qi Zhijie's background, but they couldn't figure out why.

Only Mu Xun knew the origin of this guy.

He is the legal heir of Wanbaolou and Zehua Group.

A veritable noble son.

Sitting on the chair, Mu Xun began to rewind the scene of him and Qi Zhijie being together three years ago in his mind, every frame was extremely clear.

Damn.

It wasn't until the people in the field were almost gone that he reluctantly got up from his chair and left.

At the gate of the venue, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

It is Qizhi Festival.

The man was wearing a gray overcoat with an off-white turtleneck sweater inside. His long legs were as eye-catching as ever, and his face, which looked like the golden ratio mentioned in a magazine, had a pair of troublesome eyes. Peach blossom eyes.

In three years, he didn't seem to have changed much.

It's just that Mu Xun's expression now is no longer the undisguised indifference and alienation that he had when he first met him, but a little more tender.

"Ah Xun, long time no see, are you in such a hurry to leave?" the man said with a low voice.

Ah Mo, who was following Mu Xun, only felt that the atmosphere was subtle, and felt that it was better for him to slip away quickly: "Mr. Mu, I'll wait for you in the car."

Mu Xun was annoyed when he saw Qi Zhijie, so he tried his best to make up for his little assistant: "Well, let's go."

Only then did Qi Zhijie start to look at the little boy next to Mu Xun.

Ah Mo was even more frightened by the sight, and fled away with her head shrunk.

"Axun, who is he?" Qi Zhijie asked again.

Mu Xun frowned, folded his hips and cursed, "None of your business, Qi Zhijie."

"Angry hurts the liver, Axun." The man seemed to be resigned, and his tone was still soft.

Mu Xun sneered, still with his arms akimbo: "I'm young, Mr. Qi don't need to worry about me, worry about yourself."

There is no other meaning in these words, it is simply saying that Qi Zhijie is old.

"So, Axun, are you worried about me? I'm in good health, don't worry." The man curled his lips, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled a little bit to be beaten.

Mu Xun choked up speechlessly, let out a breath, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and planned to leave with strides.

Qi Zhijie reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Through the heavy material on his body, he could feel the warmth of the man's palm.

His brain froze for a moment, and then he shook off the man's hand, raising his eyes to warn Qi Zhijie with cold eyes.

Seeing this, the man raised his left hand in a gesture of surrender: "Don't be angry, Axun, I just want to tell you that I can give you the lotus statue as a gift from our long-lost reunion."

On the bony left thumb he raised was a white jade wrench made by Mu Xun himself.

Before there was enough warmth, Mu Xun was amused by what Qi Zhijie said: "Are you okay? Qi Zhijie, you called me so fiercely just now, and now you want to give it to me? Why, you are carving a Bodhisattva recently." Want to cosplay for inspiration?"

"That's not it, it's just that I'm just idle, and... isn't it convenient to negotiate terms with you if I have something in my hand?" Qi Zhijie slowly put down his hand, and replied calmly.

"Oh~ you're waiting for me here, Qi Zhijie, then what are you talking about giving it away? It's really funny. Don't lie to me if you're alive. What's the condition?" Mu Xun had already thought about it, this old dog If he dared to turn around and say to sell him 2000 million, he would definitely not promise not to punch him twice.

Looking at his gritted teeth, Qi Zhijie was very proud: "It's very simple, when you are free, Axun, come with me to the amusement park."

Mu Xun couldn't help laughing: "Are you okay, big brother, at your age you go to the amusement park by yourself, people don't think you are a weird uncle?"

"But I remember, you said you wanted me to accompany you." Qi Zhijie paused for several seconds before saying this.

As soon as he mentioned the past, Mu Xun couldn't help it, and immediately turned cold: "You know it's the past, now I don't like going to the playground, let alone go with you."

He looked straight at the man, with undisguised hatred and sharpness in those fox eyes, then raised his legs and walked straight out of the gate.

The snow was still falling, and a thin layer of white had accumulated on the stone steps outside the venue.

Qi Zhijie looked behind him at Mu Xun who was wearing a black suit.

He had never seen him dressed like this before.

"If you don't want it, I can only put it in the warehouse to eat ashes." He shouted at the man who was drifting away.

Mu Xun wanted to leave in a very unrestrained manner, but he really needed this treasure, if he could get it without spending a penny, he felt that he would not be too aggrieved.

300 million bought him to go to the amusement park once, and he could barely accept it: "I have a meeting tomorrow, and you can find me yourself the day after tomorrow."

After Mu Xun finished speaking, he went straight to the car that was waiting for him at the foot of the stone steps.

It's a silver Bentley, it looks like it's a customized version newly released in the past two years, the design of the front of the car is retro and has a bit of personality.

He suddenly remembered that three years ago, Qi Zhijie remembered that the little guy said that he would buy a silver car when he was rich.

The coupe became the Bentley.

He couldn't help but think that he should have had a good life in the past three years.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and when Qi Zhijie returned home, there was already a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.

His good friend Meng Xiangbei in Fudong clamored to visit his new home.

No, the first thing you say when you enter the door is: "I heard that you paid 300 million for a lotus statue today?"

Sitting on the sofa, Qi Zhijie lazily raised his eyes to the man at the entrance: "Put on the shoe covers before I come in."

"I know, I know, Turtle." Meng Xiangbei put on a disposable shoe cover indiscriminately, ran over and rubbed his hands anxiously, "Where is the Lotus Venerable, quickly take it out and give it to me."

Meng Xiangbei is a fan of porcelain, otherwise he wouldn't be able to chat with Qi Zhijie, an old antique.

"I asked someone to put it in the warehouse, and I'm not at home." The man replied lightly, lowered his eyes and continued to look at the cultural relics on his lap, "It's not worth 300 million, at most it's worth 600 million .”

Listening to this, Meng Xiangbei blinked in astonishment: "Then you know it's not worth it and you still shoot it? If you have money and nowhere to spend it, how about throwing some at me."

He originally thought that some kind of top quality would make Qi Zhijie spend a lot of money as soon as he arrived in Fudong, so he ran over to see it despite the heavy snow.

"The Lotus statue is not worth 300 million, but the playground is worth it."

In fact, he wanted to say Mu Xun was worth it.

The author says:

I changed the setting a bit, because the original Cultural Bureau’s setting was more mg, and changed it to Qi is a collector who runs an antique shop by himself.

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