At 6:15, sitting in the Elantra taxi, I was protecting the Yuan blue and white can on my legs tightly, and lit the carpet with my toes impatiently, dongdongdong, dongdongdongdong, "Master, I have something urgent to do, please do it quickly?"

The driver held the steering wheel and smiled bitterly: "I want to drive it quickly, but this time is the time for traffic jams, and there are a lot of traffic lights, so I can't run at all."

Damn traffic, all the traffic is limited to the number, why is it still so congested?

I had no choice but to stare at me and worry. At this time, the cell phone in my pants pocket rang. I held the can with one hand and freed up my hand to take out the phone, "...hey?" The number is Mr. Peng.

"Gu Jing, the chairman asked me to urge you to come with your parents as soon as possible. Our side..."

I interrupted him: "Uncle Peng, I'm just about to call you, well, I've found the bottom foot, it will definitely match that Yuan blue and white."

Mr. Peng's shocked voice came from the other end: "What? You're not kidding, are you?"

"It's true. Now the things are in my hands. This time I will definitely not be wrong."

"The bottom of the foot is found! Found!" Mr. Peng shouted to the people over there, in a mess, as if there were many people there, "... He said it was in his hands... It would be impossible... Well... Gu Jing, the general manager asked me to ask you, where are you now? The auction will start soon!"

"I'm in the taxi and I'm heading to the hotel. I'll probably be able to get to the entrance of the hotel before 6:40."

"Okay, okay, try to hold on as much as possible. I ask the repair team to take their place immediately! Oh! Xiao Liu! Why are you still standing there? Call Lao Ma! Then let someone transport the upper half of Yuan blue and white porcelain to the hotel! Remember! Be careful! Xiao Li! Notify the chairman immediately! Then you go to the parking lot to pick up people!" Mr. Peng forgot to hang up his phone, which shows how anxious he is.

I was also racing against time. When the taxi was still a few hundred meters away from the Kerry Center Hotel in Beijing, I counted 32 yuan early and handed it to the driver. As soon as the car stopped, I quickly opened the side door and ran to the glass revolving door directly opposite. A dozen meters away, I saw Mr. Peng and three Hanhai Auction staff who were rushing to meet him.

"Speak while walking!" After Mr. Peng said this, he turned around and led the way.

A 30-year-old man with a Hanhai work permit took Yuan blue and white from me, compared the jar with another person holding a digital camera and discussed for a while before saying to Mr. Peng: "It's 80% correct."

Mr. Peng wiped the sweat on his forehead: "I hope it's too late!"

At about a quarter of an hour or seven o'clock, five of us pushed open the door of a small conference room on the third floor of the hotel. Huh, a pungent smell of smoke came to us. I looked up and saw that there were at least fifteen or sixteen people in the room, including the chairman, his son, general manager, deputy manager, and Hanhai's senior management. Strangely, no one sat there, all standing there smoking. In addition to the smell of smoke, there was also a nervous atmosphere in the air. Seeing us entering the conference room, three nearby people immediately surrounded us: "Where are the things? Have you recognized them?"

Mr. Peng nodded: "I saw it on the road, no problem."

Then, everyone's eyes fell on an old man wearing a Zhongshan suit, and the general manager said, "Old Ma, it should be too late, right?"

Lao Ma didn't even walk up and looked carefully, and shook his head flatly: "There are two hours left, this is impossible!"

"You are an expert in the repair industry, without you..."

Lao Ma shook his head helplessly: "Don't praise me, well, let me say that. In two hours, it's too late to even divide the bottom foot from the imitation. He still has to do some miscellaneous and polish, not to mention repairing it. It's not easy to use anyone you invite!" Repairing vintages is the same as carving technology. It's a laborious job. It's already very fast to complete it in one or two days. Now there are only two hours left, which is really a bit difficult.

I raised my heart and stared at the old man named Ma, but didn't say anything.

The chairman finally spoke: "Now the Yuan blue and white porcelain is related to our Hanhai's reputation. Mr. Ma, don't you want to see the news title of Hanhai deceiving customers in the morning newspaper the next day, right?"

"Chairman, if I can do my best, how could I refuse, but this time it is really..." Mr. Ma looked at the Yuan blue and white pot and sighed: "...I can only do my best and try it out, but it's better not to have too much hope."

In order not to interfere with Lao Ma's restoration, except for a few restoration work that were responsible for starting the process, everyone else left the small conference room.

Outside, the chairman put out the cigar and glanced at me: "The liquidated damages will be temporarily put on, and we will talk about it when the auction is over."

I understand that if Mr. Ma repaired the porcelain before the auction, the breach of contract would no longer be valid. On the contrary, after the auction, no matter how perfect the Yuan blue and white porcelain was repaired, I would still have to pay Hanhai 500,000 compensation.

Seeing that the Hanhai staff looked at me with a bad look, I stopped making fun of myself, and turned to the stairs and walked downstairs to the large conference room for auction. At 6:50, I basically entered the venue. There were only a few people smoking outside, and the corridor seemed very empty. I took a deep breath and wanted to go into the auction hall to wait, but as soon as I reached the door, a female staff member wearing a red cheongsam stopped me politely and said that she could not enter the venue without an auction card. After inquiring, she realized that the auction card had to be paid for the ID card and deposit, but I didn't have much money on me. After thinking about it, I could only call Mr. Peng. Two minutes later, a young man I had just met in the small conference room walked downstairs, said a few words to the woman, and led me into it.

The lights are brightly lit, the attendance rate of the huge venue is 80%, and the atmosphere seems to be very high.

"Haha, Lao Wu, if the Yuan blue and white porcelain show, how much do you plan to buy it? Let's disclose it."

"That's enough to have Yuan blue and white flowers in the vast sea. Alas, I heard some bad rumors."

Most of the conversations about Yuan blue and white porcelain came to my ears.

I didn't know what it felt like in my heart, so I took a breath and secretly prayed to God.

What will I look like in two hours?

Debt heavily or getting rich overnight?

Anxiety, uneasy, expectation, regret, and in an instant, all kinds of emotions accumulate in my heart.

Now I can't do anything, I can only wait quietly for the moment when the results are revealed.

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【PS: Recommended this friend’s book, Hui Chang is good, "Super Immortal Doctor".】

Zhang Wenzhong is a famous immortal doctor in the fairy world, with countless living people. However, when he ascended from a god to a celestial immortal, he unexpectedly brought the nine-nine soul-destroying heavenly tribulation.

When the body was destroyed, his soul broke out and was possessed by a young school doctor at Yongcheng University who died suddenly of sudden heart.

After being reborn, Zhang Wenzhong had no real energy in his body, and he could just practice his own unique cultivation method: "Medical Heart Sutra", and began to grow at an astonishing speed.

While working as a school doctor in college, I started practicing from scratch, and by the way, I was a chivalrous person to cure diseases and save people. This little life seemed to be quite comfortable...

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