Chen Xiu looked at Gong Daoming and screamed miserably, and looked at the "Summer Journey to Stone and Song Poems and Preface" in his hand, although he liked the calligraphy and painting very much, but Gong Daoming has always been good to himself, and he couldn't help but see him lose face like this.

"Don't ...... old man. Don't fight, I just took a picture of this calligraphy, or I won't be able to pay it back to you. ”

Chen Xiu hurriedly walked down from the stage and handed the calligraphy and painting to the old man.

The old man snatched it and held it in his hand like a treasure, and muttered in his mouth: "If you die now, you are worthy of your ancestors!"

At this time, the bodyguard also let go of Gong Daoming, and Gong Daoming got up from the ground and hugged Chen Xiu and said, "Good brother, if it weren't for you." I'm really being whipped to death by the old man!"

"Hey, you know my bastard's grandson?"

The old man looked Chen Xiu up and down and asked, "How much did you take this calligraphy painting?" ”

"Ten million. ”

"Only 10 million?"

The old man looked around at the people present and said with disdain: "None of the people here know the goods?

The rich people present were all disgraced by the old man Gong who scolded them like this, if ordinary people insulted them like this, they would naturally be angry, but the old man Gong was a senior in the business world, and his age and seniority were there, who would dare to deal with an old man like him.

However, many people have a long mind, in case there are still things that can be picked up and leaked, wouldn't they miss it, so they quickly called their acquaintances and asked them to come over and save the scene.

Chen Xiu was also amused when he heard the old man say this, and thought to himself: "If I really bid for hundreds of millions of dollars to buy it, you will beat Gong Daoming to death, and I won't return your calligraphy and paintings!"

"Since you spent 10 million to shoot it, my Gong Zhonggao has never liked to take advantage of others. Well, I'll buy it back for 100 million. ”

After the old man Gong finished speaking, he said directly to Gong Daoming: "Grandson, give money!"

"100 million!"

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this price, and Chen Xiu's 10 million bought things actually made ten times as soon as they changed hands!

Song Huanting was even more angry when he heard this price, he knew that he had been topping the price with Chen Xiu just now!

Although 100 million is not so greedy for him, it is good to be able to return the painting to the old man Gong, and let the old man owe him a favor.

Although the old man Gong is now retired, he still has contacts with many high-level officials in Kyoto, which is also a great help for the further development of his Song family.

Gong Daoming was also very surprised and said: "Grandpa, our family's baby is so valuable, why don't I know?"

Gong Zhonggao sneered and said: "I would have asked you to learn antiques from me, you don't learn, go to gamble on stones every day, and the jade in your warehouse is not as good as this calligraphy and painting!"

Gong Daoming's mouth was cracked, and others didn't know how much jade he had stored in his warehouse, but he knew best.

He has been playing with stones for more than ten years, and the jade saved over the years is worth hundreds of millions.

This calligraphy and painting is actually worth hundreds of millions!

No wonder the old man was so angry that he wanted to beat himself.

"Grandpa......"

Gong Daoming still wanted to ask out loud, but Chen Xiu hugged him and whispered: "Your family is a priceless treasure, and a billion or two billion people who know how to do it are not too expensive! There are many people here, don't be too quiet!"

Gong Daoming also hugged Chen Xiu and said, "Good brother, fortunately, you also gave us calligraphy and paintings." If I don't let my dad know, I lost two billion at a time, and if my grandfather doesn't kill me, my dad will have to hang me!"

When the old man heard that Chen Xiu actually saw the value of his own treasure, he couldn't help but look up at Chen Xiu, nodded and said: "You kid is young, and his eyes are poisonous enough! I dare to say that no more than three people in Anshan can see the value of this word." You're the fourth!"

Chen Xiu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who are the three people who can see the value of this calligraphy and painting?"

The old man of the palace pointed at himself with his thumb, and then pointed at Gong Daoming and said: "One is me, and the other is his old man!"

“......”

Everyone was speechless for a while, your own family's baby, can your own family not know!

But I'm looking at Gong Daoming.

Well, not all of them are known.

"The other one is Zhang Haishan's old bastard! This old boy has to come to see me once a month, and he can't put it down, and he always wants to exchange things with me, so I ignore him. This time, things are placed randomly, and it is estimated that this old boy has finished reading them!

I'm!

I can't let this old boy defile my baby next time!"

Seeing Old Man Gong gritting his teeth at Old Man Zhang, Chen Xiu couldn't help but think in his heart: "If I tell him that I am half of Old Zhang's disciple, will Old Man Gong suspect that it is our master and apprentice who have partnered to pit his heirloom!"

......

With the old man Gong making such a fuss, the next auction will be a lot more lively, everyone has heard a lot of stories about missing things, and just now I witnessed Chen Xiu's 10 million auctions changing hands and earning 100 million.

Who wouldn't want to try something like that.

Especially for the things that Chen Xiu asked for a price, this time it was not just Song Huanting who was bidding with him alone, but a group of people were all grabbing the price.

Although the few things that Chen Xiu asked for were not national treasure-level good things like "Holy Order", they were also good things that were undervalued, and if he could auction them according to his own bid, he could make a small profit of hundreds of thousands if he put them back in the store and changed hands.

But there was a group of people who stared at him and bid, and the price was inflated and seriously overflowed, making him miss a few good things in a row, as if he had missed hundreds of millions.

I couldn't help but think, "Low-key, low-key! I'm going to be so low-key after I do antiques! Let everyone know that I can pick up the leak, and I can still grab a woolen thing!"

Just when Chen Xiu was learning from the pain, Qin Zhi on the stage took out another calligraphy and painting.

"This is a Song Huizong thin gold name post donated by my father for this charity auction to save stray dogs - "Summer Poetry Post", and the auction reserve price is 10 million!"

As soon as this painting came out, everyone was in an uproar, after all, they had just experienced the calligraphy and painting of the old man of the palace and found out who Xue Yao was, he was really the founder of thin gold calligraphy and painting, and by the way, he also knew the calligraphy master who pushed the thin gold body to subversion when Song Huizong!

If it is said that the heirlooms of the old man of the palace are worth memories, then this "Summer Poetry Post" is only of great value!

Chen Xiu was also stunned when he saw this "Summer Poetry Post", from a distance, the shape of the words was undoubtedly the handwriting of Huizong, but when he saw Shen Yun, he always seemed to lack some feeling.

What's even stranger is that it's as if I've seen it somewhere.

But it seems that I have never been in contact with Song Huizong's "Summer Poetry Post" in my memory?

Where does this feeling come from?