As soon as I entered the door, I was stopped by the security guards guarding the background.

"This, this, this is wrong, that picture of Tang Bohu's lady holding a fan, it's obviously mine, why is it said on stage that it is an unnamed person?"

The waiter in charge of the auction handed the replaced picture of the lady holding the fan from a drawer to Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian saw that it was really his own.

On the maid's headdress, there are also finger marks left by herself, which I remember clearly.

The picture of the lady holding the fan is in her hand, what is going on with that pair on the stage?

Li Qingxian didn't know that just last night, after Nie Tianming learned about his clever tricks, he went directly to the supermarket to buy back the materials, and with the talent of the skillful hand, he rushed to make another pair overnight.

Just when he was shocked, the auction audience was already earning a lot for this picture of the lady holding the fan.

Nie Tianming didn't know where to pick up a hand card, and he handed it to Zhang Sheng.

Whenever someone bids, he shouts a hundred dollars more than the others.

Every time it is 100 yuan high, it is very damaging to the bidder's mentality.

As long as you can't bear it, you will definitely increase the price significantly, in order to make the opponent retreat.

"Tang Bohu is a fan of the imitation of the lady's picture, the starting price is 10,000 yuan~"

This is the starting price set by the waiter according to Nie Tianming's instructions.

Nie Tianming knew that as long as it was a good painting, as long as someone sincerely wanted it, the price would definitely rise again and again.

And for an unpopular painting, no one will be willing to bid no matter how high the starting price is.

In the process of bidders and Zhang Sheng bidding again and again, on the venue, Zhang Qingyuan, Fan Jiaxuan and Qian Mingda in the front row couldn't sit still.

"Old Qian, that's a new painting, can't you see it?"

"How could I not see it, look at the ink spots on it, even drawn in the past few days!"

"You say, did you copy it secretly? If you are short of money, tell us, how can you do such a lack of morality? ”

Zhang Qingyuan was buried by Qian Mingda for a while, and Qian Mingda concluded that this painting was imitated by Zhang Qingyuan himself.

"Even if I copied it, do you think I'll put it at auction?"

"Lao Zhang, think about it, how many people have seen this painting. "

"Before I came to Mengxin County, I saw a lot of people, but after I came to Mengxin County, there were only three of us who saw this painting. ”

"No, we're missing two people. ”

"Who?"

"That night, wasn't there a waitress who was also present in addition to Little Brother Tianming?"

was reminded by Fan Jiaxuan, Zhang Qingyuan slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, but no matter what, he didn't believe that it was painted by Nie Tianming or the waitress.

If it's really one of them, it's too hurtful to self-esteem,

Judging from the quality of that painting, in addition to having both form and spirit, it is even more refined in details.

The few details pointed out by the little brother Tianming that night are not reflected in this painting at all.

But they couldn't believe that Nie Tianming and the waitress were the authors of the painting on the stage.

"One hundred and eighty thousand. ”

"Eighty five thousand five hundred thousand. ”

"Nineteen thousand, ninety-five thousand and five hundred thousand. ”

"Two hundred and thirty thousand. ”

"Two hundred and thirty-five thousand and one hundred. ”

Because after 150,000, the price increase must exceed 5,000, so Zhang Sheng increased by 100 every time according to Nie Tianming's instructions.

Nie Tianming looked back and found that there were two people who were bargaining with Zhang Sheng.

A young man in a suit, judging by his temperament, should be a wealthy young man of a certain family;

The other was an old man in a black trench coat, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and the collar of the trench coat was cocked, so that he could not see his face clearly.

"Tianming, I can't call it yet, do we have any money?"

"Look down, call for one more round, and then hand the stage to them. ”

On 250,000 and 270,000, Zhang Sheng called the price once, and then there were only two people left: the man in the suit and the old man in the windbreaker.

Obviously, when the price was about to reach 300,000, they were extremely cautious and no longer acted rashly.

"Give me this picture, young man, it's useless for you to get it. ”

"Who said it's useless, old man, we are now an auction, the highest bidder wins, you just bid. ”

As soon as the man in the suit finished speaking, the old man in the trench coat raised the sign in his hand and shouted: "Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

Three hundred and fifty thousand!

Nie Tianming's heart was pounding, this painting could have an auction price of 350,000 yuan in the end?

Not only Nie Tianming, but Li Qingxian, who was originally depressed, was also taken aback.

Originally, the money was all his own, but I don't know who grabbed it first.

Could it be that kid did it?

Li Qingxian looked around and found that Nie Tianming was holding his mobile phone and chatting with Zhang Sheng next to him, and he didn't look nervous at all.

Could it be that in the small Mengxin County, there will be two pictures of Tang Yin's ladies holding fans?

The pair on the stage can be said to be exactly the same as the one in his hand, and even the rice paper is brand new, and it must have come from the hand of one person.

Li Qingxian made up his mind, and now the picture of the lady holding the fan on the stage allows two people to compete for it, and they can sell more than 300,000 yuan.

No matter which side wins, as long as you find the other side and sell it for 300,000, it is naturally logical.

After the old man in the trench coat shouted out 350,000, he looked sideways at the young man in the suit, who held his hands tightly on his thighs, looking a little excited.

"Do you think this painting is worth so much money?"

"I said, I'm useful, you can't compete with me. ”

Looking at the old man's calm appearance, he does have the courage to continue fighting.

But he doesn't have so much money to squander.

Although he has studied Tang Yin's paintings a little and knows that the pair on the stage does have some goods, just by looking at the materials of rice paper, he knows that it is an imitation of modern times, or even an imitation of recent years.

Spending more than 300,000 yuan to sell it is not worth it at all.

"You won, monster, I was too reckless before. ”

"Young people, it's better to be young and vigorous, so that you can be energetic. ”

After three inquiries, the auction hammer fell heavily, which also marked that the picture of Tang Bohu's lady holding a fan fell into the pocket of the old man in the trench coat.

Nie Tianming had filled in the information in the background before, and I believe that it won't be long before the money will be transferred to his bank card after deducting the commission.

In the following lots, no heavyweight works were produced at all.

As the most famous Zhang Qingyuan, Fan Jiaxuan and Qian Mingda, the three masters did not sell their works for auction, which made many people present regretful.

You must know that the artistic attainments of the three of them have long been the pinnacle of the country, and by the time they reach a hundred years later, the value of a painting will appreciate at least ten times or more.

The auction ended soon, Li Qingxian held his picture of a lady holding a fan, ran all over the big bowl of fresh, and did not see the figure of the young man in a suit.