London City Hall is like a bubble blown by the wind.

When the dawn of the morning illuminates the landmark building of the Thames, many tents have also been zipped open, and the sound sounds the "Eighth Broadcasting Gymnastics" that Chinese people, especially students, are very familiar with.

I have to say that children in the Internet era are becoming more and more adept at playing.

In a protest parade, except for the solemnity of singing red songs, all of them could be labeled as "silly" on their foreheads at other times.

This demonstration, which has lasted for nearly a day and a night, has attracted not only the onlookers of British people, but also countless media.

Looking out from the wide street in front of the city hall, you can see countless long spears and short cannons.

Some media are paying attention to this matter, and have published several articles in the name of Chinese treasures, while others are paying more attention to the parade itself, because there are many things worth reporting on this parade, such as whose arm is so big that it brought tents, food, clothes and shoes?

What is the purpose of this mysterious man supporting this parade?

From this point, you can write ten manuscripts by using conspiracy theories, write ten manuscripts by funny methods, and write ten manuscripts by documentary methods...

Well, the media is just like this, and they need to explore a news event from multiple angles.

Zhang Xiaojian spent an hour to buy several fast restaurants in London. When he returned to the hotel, he found that he and Mo Zhu had no breakfast.

Gao Qingsong seemed to have expected that he not only ordered a sumptuous breakfast in the hotel, but also invited Uncle Zheng and Mr. Liao to have a meal together.

After breakfast, it was actually getting late. There were only ten hours left before the auction held by the Grand Vad Auction House in the evening.

These ten hours are crucial.

Spending money is just the last step, condemnation and protest have formed a public opinion storm, which is sometimes more effective than spending money in Western society.

There was a lot of noise in the conference room in the hotel. Zhang Xiaojian, who didn't come here yesterday, didn't know that in fact, except for the seemingly grand parade, negotiations in all aspects have never stopped.

Long Yiming met with the mayor of London at noon as the president of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

Other organizations also found British senior officials and MPs through various means. If all this was ineffective, it would be Zhang Xiaojian's turn to appear in the end.

Zhang Xiaojian sat here for a while, but did not hear the good news, but heard all kinds of bad news.

He took five minutes to meet Long Yiming and said that he would not interfere in the matter.

Others also reported news, some directly refused to meet, some were vague, and some simply expressed their opinion that they had no right to interfere with the auction house.

Zhang Xiaojian was not depressed when he heard the news. He just looked at the London Sky outside the window and asked, "Mo Zhu, did you bring an evening dress when you came?"

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The upper class in Britain paid attention to gentlemanly demeanor and manners.

The European aristocrats inherited the traditions of extremely comprehensively, so when attending formal occasions, of course, they need to dress for formal occasions.

So there was nothing wrong in the afternoon. Zhang Xiaojian and others, who were already a little sure that they would definitely make an appearance, went shopping in the largest shopping mall in London.

Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong became mobile suitcases.

But suitcases can also feel the happiness of suitcases, because they are all carrying luggage for their beloved girls.

Especially when Ye Mozhu and Su Yu tried to enter the fitting room to try on their clothes, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong sat on the sofa with big bags and small bags and completely became dog licking.

"Su Yu, can you laugh at me?"

Su Yu, wearing a black dress, looked at Gao Qingsong: "Why do you want to laugh?"

Gao Qingsong knocked her legs and shook the card coffee in her hand: "Because I forgot to add sugar."

Su Yu: "..."

...

"Mo Zhu, I have been forgetting to ask you, is your mother's surname Fang?"

Ye Mozhu, who changed into a small evening dress and wore silver high heels, frowned and said, "I don't have the surname Fang, my surname..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Xiaojian interrupted and said in surprise: "Then why do you look so well?"

Ye Mozhu: "..."

...

In the end, the Earthy Love Talk Competition did not determine who won or lost. Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong were not convinced by each other, but did not engage in the next round of duels because they found that Ye Mozhu and Su Yu seemed to be disgusted by them.

We went shopping until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the four of us had another Western meal. The taste was not as difficult as Grandma Zhao described, but it was not much better for Zhang Xiaojian, the Chinese stomach.

After dinner, I returned to the hotel conference room. As expected, all my efforts were gone. Now there is only four bronze heads left at the Huashan road to buy at auction.

To this end, the people who were going to attend the auction began to prepare for the show.

The whole outfit is not a simple dress. President Long brought a professional team, not only flattened the suits for Zhang Xiaojian and others, but also professional dressers also put forward their professional opinions in a timely manner.

Zhang Xiaojian felt like he had become a puppet...

He was constantly fiddled with by a large group of people. I don’t know how long it took, but he finally put on the suit he just bought, tied a bow tie, and put on a pair of British leather shoes.

The stylist used the fastest speed to shape each hair, and there was also a British maid who patted him on his face with powder, and even applied concealer to him.

Zhang Xiaojian, whose skin had turned pale, stood in front of the mirror on time at five o'clock and looked at himself, and found that he was still so handsome.

The others have already finished the dressing.

Ye Mozhu was particularly beautiful today. Her black dress was in a small V-shaped shape and her collarbone was exposed. Her white skin shone with the diamond necklace on her neck.

Gao Qingsong is very British. With the stylist, Su Yu wore a relatively loose but elegant dress, covering her increasingly bulging belly, especially with the style of a noble lady.

Long Yiming and Zheng Weixun both wore Tang suits with a particularly strong Chinese color. Old Liao and Grandma Zhao were just average, but they were much more energetic than before.

This is the main lineup that participated in the auction today.

When they walked out of the hotel together, their exquisite dress attracted many people's attention along the way.

Zhang Xiaojian even felt that they were a group of people one day. When he came to the hotel, he saw that the luxury car outside was ready, and he felt a sense of going out.

At this moment, he remembered a sentence, a sentence before the head of Baoli Group: "All treasures in our country will follow the distance and will chase them!"

But when the passion and ambitions rippled in my heart like ripples, at this moment when I felt a little excited, a phone ringing rang, blocking all the follow-ups of this picture.

The person who answered the phone was Zheng Weixun. He browed as he heard the sound on the phone, and the only answer was: "Awesome."
Chapter completed!