After the auction manager has finished displaying the inside of the celadon bowl.

Then he carefully flipped the bowl over and showed the bottom of the bowl facing the audience.

At the bottom of the bowl, only a pale yellow circle is outlined with glaze, and there is no bottom.

"Huh, strange ......"

Qingle's eyes were sharp, and he immediately noticed the strangeness at the bottom of the celadon bowl.

Turning to Ma Yuliang, he asked, "Teacher, why don't you see that celadon bowl has no bottom at the bottom? Didn't the auction manager say that the bowl was an object from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty?"

Ma Yuliang calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, just about to speak.

"It's kind of interesting......" He Lin's voice came from the side.

Qingle looked back curiously.

I saw He Lin also holding his head high, looking at the celadon bowl in a daze.

"Hehe, Xiao He, what do you think is interesting?" Ma Yuliang asked with interest.

He Lin hit a spirit, and then he came back to his senses.

He can't say that he can see the light.

So he scratched his head and said with a smile: "Hehe, Professor Ma, I just look at this celadon bowl and it looks very upright, and it is indeed a good open-door goods." ”

"Open the door?!What is that?" Qingle was puzzled.

"Hehe, that's the black slang of the antique industry, also called 'eye-opening goods'. ”

Glancing at the stage, Ma Yuliang smiled: "Xiao He means that the celadon bowl is a real thing." ”

"Teacher, but ......"

Qingle Xiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was about to say something.

Ma Yuliang interrupted him and asked He Lin: "Xiao He, I heard Xiao Yu say that your family also runs an antique shop, right?"

He Lin was slightly stunned and snorted.

Ma Yuliang nodded and asked, "Then this bowl is an object from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty, where does it come from, and why is there no bottom money?"

You must know that the porcelain made by the official kiln will be printed with the chronology of the official kiln at the bottom or inside of the porcelain, such as: "Jiajing Year of the Ming Dynasty", "Yongzheng Year of the Qing Dynasty" and so on to distinguish the porcelain of the kiln.

Hearing Ma Yuliang ask He Lin like this, Qingle also looked over with a pair of big watery eyes, and she also wanted to hear what He Lin would say.

He Lin was a little embarrassed for a while.

However, Ma Yuliang is a celebrity in the antique industry.

He also didn't want to lose face for his sister.

Taking a deep breath, He Lin spoke: "If I guessed correctly, the celadon bowl should be porcelain made in the Longquan kiln during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. ”

Ma Yuliang's eyes flashed.

Qingle was at a loss in his eyes.

He Lin's answer made her feel foggy.

How did he judge?

"Alright guys, the pre-shoot show is over!"

It was at this time.

The auction manager put the celadon bowl back on the stage, picked up the microphone and said: "This carved flower, bird, beast, flower and grass pattern lotus petal celadon bowl has been identified by our Pixiu auction house appraisal expert team, from the Longquan official kiln in the late Yuan and Ming dynasties, and attached with an appraisal certificate. ”

"The starting price is 100,000 yuan!

As soon as the words fell, a crowd began to shout for the price.

"One hundred thousand!"

"One hundred and twenty thousand!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand!!"

......

Qingle's eyes widened.

This celadon bowl is really produced in the Longquan kiln of the Ming Dynasty!

She immediately turned her head and asked curiously: "Little brother, the celadon bowl just now has neither the provenance of the payment nor any style characteristics, how can you tell that it is something from the Longquan kiln?"

He Lin sighed and replied: "The shape of the celadon bowl is plump and thick, and the glaze is thicker and evenly distributed, which is in line with the manufacturing method of 'bright green glaze' unique to the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty. ”

"But the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty was produced, and there was generally a chronological style, I thought about it carefully, only the Longquan official kiln in the Yongle period of the early Ming Dynasty had a batch of porcelain that declined. ”

"There is no glaze at the bottom of the celadon bowl, and there are scratch ring pad burn marks, which are the characteristics of Longquan kiln porcelain, which corroborates my suspicion. ”

He Lin's explanation made Ma Yuliang also nod approvingly.

I have to say that He Lin's observation is stronger than many of his students.

Qingle also suddenly realized, and looked at He Lin's eyes with a hint of strange brilliance.

After several rounds of bidding, the carved flowers, birds, beasts, flowers and grass pattern lotus petal celadon bowl was finally sold at a price of 400,000 yuan.

"If there is something good in the future, it will be a good way to make a fortune by selling it at auction!"

He Lin saw that the transaction price and the starting price of the celadon bowl had actually increased several times, and his eyes couldn't help but flash.

Next, the auction staff pushed up some porcelain and bronze for auction, and basically each piece was thick or faint with a bright light, and it seems that the quality of the antiques auctioned at the auction is indeed quite high.

In these rounds of auctions, Ma Yuliang also auctioned a few pieces of porcelain for the school to study, which can be regarded as completing the task of coming to the auction this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the bronzes and porcelain are auctioned today. ”

After the auction of all the objects that were put on the stage, the auction manager took the microphone and raised his voice and shouted: "Next is the finale of this auction!"

As soon as these words came out, He Lin felt that the atmosphere at the scene had become a little tense.

It can be seen that many people are here for the finale of this auction.

As soon as the auction manager finished speaking, two female staff members in cheongsams pushed a cart onto the display stand.

The cart was covered with a red brocade cloth, and it looked boxy, and I don't know what it was.

"Oh, what's the finale this time?"

"It's mysterious, look at this shape should be a frame, right?"

"I know from reliable insider grapevine that I really want to end this time with an ancient painting. ”

A group of bidders couldn't help but talk about it at this time.

"Teacher, what's under this brocade cloth?" Qingle couldn't stop looking at the stage at the moment.

"Won't you find out when you uncover the brocade cloth later? ”

Ma Yuliang stroked his beard and smiled: "It does look like a picture frame, but I don't know if it's a calligraphy or a painting." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the finale of today's auction——!

At this time, the auction manager raised his voice sharply, deliberately prolonged his voice and said loudly: "Everyone is optimistic!"

After saying that, he pulled the brocade cloth on the cart.

A framed ancient painting suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision!

Everyone looked up and saw that it was a colored landscape map.

The vertical scroll is more than one meter long and about half a meter wide, and it is very exquisite whether it is painted on paper or framed.

The picture depicts the twilight rain in the dry forest, with smoke and clouds in the air, and the woods below looming in the drizzle, and a simple thatched hut on the edge of the forest.

The painting is on the paper, and the overall artistic conception of the picture is elegant, and there seems to be a touch of sorrow.

At first glance, it is indeed a rare masterpiece.

Chapter VII

"Ladies and gentlemen, this painting is a picture of Shen Zhou's "New Rain in the Empty Mountain" in the Ming Dynasty!"

The auction manager's voice was still high-pitched, and he stretched out his hand to point to the scroll and said: "This is a lot sent by an anonymous consignor, with a reserve price of 5 million!

Uproar——!

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was in an uproar.

Everyone was surprised not by the reserve price of 5 million, but by the fact that the finale auction was actually Shen Zhou's work!

"I didn't ...... I didn't expect to see Shen Qinan's paintings here!"

Ma Yuliang couldn't help but tremble when he saw the landscape painting, and his voice was full of excitement: "This auction is not a loss, it is not a loss!"

Who is Shen Zhou?

One of the four famous Ming families, and the teacher of Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents in Jiangnan!

Shen Zhou, the word Qinan, the name Baishi Weng, and the owner of the bamboo house, has an important role in the field of calligraphy and painting in the alternation of the Yuan and Ming dynasties in China.

As one of the four Ming Dynasty, Shen Zhou's works are favored by the collecting community, and his proud works have been auctioned for tens of millions of dollars!

It is precisely because the collection value of Shen Zhou's works is far greater than the market value that Ma Yuliang is so excited.

"It's really fake, I can actually see Shen Zhou's paintings here, it's a little far away, it's not real!"

"Pixiu Auction House has always been honest in the industry, and this painting should be authentic as the finale!"

"This Shen Zhou's brush and ink is used freely, and it should be a rare masterpiece in his later years!"

For a while, the bidders in the back row stretched their necks to look at the stage, afraid that they would miss the opportunity to enjoy the paintings.

Since sitting in the first row, He Lin could see more clearly than the others.

He found that there was a short poem inscribed on the upper right side of the scroll: "The thatched eaves are covered by the sun, the sound is long and heavy, the air is depressed only to add sleep, and the sorrow is also afraid of groaning." ”

Below the short poem, there is a note and a seal, the line is written: Shen Zhou, and the two-character seal book Zhu Yin: Qi Nan!

At first glance, this painting looks like a work by Shen Zhou.

When He Lin looked at the painting intently, he found that there was indeed a layer of pale cyan treasure light on the painting.

But after thinking about it, He Lin couldn't help frowning slightly, and his heart was suspicious.

Judging from the devices auctioned just now, the Baoguang he saw had rules to follow, and the denser the Baoguang, the higher the value of the object.

And this painting has Baoguang, but if this is really Shen Zhou's authentic work, how can Baoguang be so thin?

It's scary to think about!

He Lin suddenly thought that in addition to the high collection value of Shen Zhou's works, there is also a problem, that is, imitations are rampant!

Due to the wide circulation of Shen Zhou's works and their great reputation, not to mention the countless contemporary imitations, even the imitations of Shen Zhou's paintings in the Ming and Qing dynasties are innumerable.

He Lin's heart trembled suddenly, could it be that this finale painting is a fake?!

But no, if it's really a fake, how can there be treasure light floating on the scroll?

For a while, He Lin's mind was also in chaos.

He squinted and glanced at the scroll a few more times, but after all, the first row and the display table were still at least seven or eight meters apart, and he wanted to take a closer look but there was no way.

But the only thing He Lin can be sure of is that this painting is indeed a bit problematic!

"Everyone, now the finale of this auction has officially begun!"

The auction manager waved his hand and shouted emotionally: "5 million reserve price, start bidding!"

After speaking, he took a small hammer in his hand and knocked it on the table.

Everyone in the audience immediately began to bid enthusiastically, who wouldn't want to keep such a priceless painting for themselves?

"5.1 million!"

"I'm 5.2 million!"

"Oh yes, I'm 5.5 million!"

At the beginning of the bidding, everyone in the audience was already red-eyed, and the atmosphere of the whole auction was ignited to **!

Ma Yuliang was also staring at the paintings on the stage with burning eyes at this time, his face was not as calm as before, and a pair of hands with nowhere to put it showed his excited heart.

Because the collection value of Shen Zhou's paintings is too high!

Even Ma Yuliang, who has never liked the trade of antiques, couldn't help but have the urge to take this painting as his own at this time.

Although the school funding this time is not much, he has been in the antique circle all year round, and Ma Yuliang can still bid on this painting with the funds he has saved.

Although Ma Yuliang was excited in his heart, he was not in a hurry to shout the price, if he came to shout the price, it would undoubtedly only increase the bargaining chips of this auction.

So he waited until most of the accompanying bidders were almost finished.

After a while, the price of Shen Zhou's "Empty Mountain New Rain Map" has been shouted to a high price of 7.5 million!

Although the price is still rising, the number of bidders is significantly less than at the beginning.

Ma Yuliang only made a big move at this time: "8 million!"

Uproar——!

Everyone present couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, Ma Lao has made a move!"

"Tut-tut, the price of 500,000 yuan was directly raised, and Ma Lao seems to be really interested in this painting of Shen Zhou!"

"Hey, I don't think I'm out of fun. ”

Not only was everyone surprised, but even He Lin and Qingle were taken aback by Ma Yuliang's shout.

"Professor, it seems that the school allocation is only less than 500,000 yuan this time, right?" Qingle asked in surprise.

"Hehe, I want to start this painting myself, of course, with my own private money. Seeing that no one was following the price at the moment, Ma Yuliang said with a smile.

He Lin frowned, wanting to say something but finally held back.

After all, Ma Yuliang has already shouted the price, and it is superfluous for him to say anything.

"8 million once!"

Seeing that no one was bidding, the auction manager picked up the microphone and shouted.

"Eight million twice!"

He looked around, and his presence was still quiet.

"8 million ......"

"8.5 million!"

Just when the auction manager was about to call out three times, a voice suddenly burst out from the back row of the crowd, breaking the silence of the scene at once.

Uproar——!

Everyone was shocked, and Ma Yuliang couldn't help frowning slightly, and turned his head to look at the back row.

I saw a young man in his early thirties sitting not far away, and he was the one who shouted 8.5 million just now.

After the young man called out 8.5 million, there was a brief silence at the scene.

"8.5 million once!" the auction manager shouted again.

At this time, everyone in the audience suddenly focused on Ma Yuliang again, and they were curious whether Ma Yuliang would continue to follow the price.

The young man's face was also grim at the moment, his brows were tightly locked, and even his lips were tightly pursed.

Seeing this, Ma Yuliang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and it was not difficult for him to see that the young man was already at the end of his crossbow.

As long as he followed the price for two more rounds, he could suppress the young man!

After collecting his emotions, Ma Yuliang was ready to raise his hand again to ask for the price.

But when his hand was just halfway up, He Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed him: "Professor Ma, I think it's better for you not to bid for this painting!"

Chapter VIII

He Lin's sudden move not only stunned Ma Yuliang, but even everyone present was shocked.

"What is this He family kid doing, and he still can't stop Ma Lao from bidding?"

"Just with the He Tong Baojian of his He family, which is about to collapse, and the little thing in his kid's stomach, isn't this the hell getting an axe at the class gate?"

"That's it, hey, Young Master He, what are you doing here!"

The people sitting in the back row were talking about it, and many of them scolded He Lin with the sarcastic title of 'Young Master He'.

Even the auction manager on the stage suddenly moved his gaze to He Lin in the first row.

"Xiao He, what are you doing here?"

Ma Yuliang's face was full of puzzlement at this moment, and he said: "Do you know the collection value of that painting? Shen Zhou's works are not measured by money. ”

He Lin took a deep breath and said, "Professor Ma, Master Shen Zhou's authentic work is indeed a priceless treasure, but it ......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the stage again: "However, I think something is wrong with this painting. ”

Something is wrong?

What the?!

What is this kid talking about!!

He Lin's words were like a pebble thrown into the surface of a calm lake, instantly stirring up layers of waves.

For a while, the auction hall exploded!

"What, there's something wrong with this finale painting?"

"Do you believe that kid's words? You don't know who he is, his father only struck eyes a few days ago!

"Hey, He Dashao, do you have a stone in your eyes, and you are still talking nonsense at the Pixiu auction venue?"

Everyone's ridicule was like a sharp knife, piercing He Lin's heart!

Pain!

Hate!

He Lin gritted his teeth at the moment, but he didn't say a word.

He knew that it would be useless for him to refute any more, because he didn't have the ability to refute right now.

But he stared at Ma Yuliang with burning eyes, and did not flinch in the slightest.

Although he can't refute everyone now, he can at least stick to his attitude!

Seeing He Lin's expression, even Qingle on one side was stunned, and a strange light flowed in his eyebrows.

Xiaoyu's brother still insists so much in the face of everyone's ridicule and abuse, what is it for?

Just a momentary mood?

"Xiao He, are you sure there is something wrong with this painting?" Ma Yuliang was also shocked at this moment.

Although he didn't look at the painting closely, at first glance, the "Empty Mountain and New Rain" on the stage is indeed Shen Zhou's authentic handiwork.

"I can't say, but I always felt that there was something wrong with the painting. He Lin thought for a while and said.

"Why do you think that?" Ma Yuliang asked again.

"Intuition. He Lin only replied with two words succinctly this time.

Ma Yuliang's brows furrowed deeper for a while.

Gut feeling?!

That's it??

"Hahaha......!"

Before Ma Yuliang could speak, a piercing laugh rang out from behind He Lin.

Ma Yuliang turned his head to look, and the laughter was made by a middle-aged fat man in a gray coat.

He also knew the fat man, and he was a calligraphy and painting obsessive in the antique circle of Guishi, named Zhu Songlin.

Zhu Songlin sat in the second row of bidding seats behind He Lin, and he naturally heard what He Lin said just now: "It's really interesting, He family boy, can you tell me what intuition is?"

"Lao Zhu, I've been in the circle for so many years, I've heard of judging things based on book knowledge, and I've heard about breaking things based on experience, and this is the first time I've heard to break things with intuition!"

As soon as Zhu Songlin's words came out, everyone behind him continued to laugh, and even the stern young man who called 8.5 million just now couldn't help laughing.

As he spoke, Zhu Songlin's big belly straightened, and he leaned back: "Ma Lao, you can't keep up with this price, don't call me!"

Ma Yuliang looked at He Lin, still with a firm expression.

He lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly twice and made a gesture of please: "Boss Zhu, please." ”

Zhu Songlin glanced at He Lin with disdain, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "Ma Lao has conceded!"

After speaking, Zhu Songlin's fat hand moved: "9 million!"

The finale auction continues.

......

Sure enough, as Ma Yuliang expected, the young man who shouted 8.5 million stopped shouting after two more rounds.

In the end, Zhu Songlin overwhelmed the audience with a high price of 10 million.

The auction manager counted down: "10 million once!"

"10 million twice!"

Zhu Songlin's fat face was full of smug smiles at the moment, and he didn't forget to say to Ma Yuliang sourly: "Haha Ma Lao, if I succeed in taking this "New Rain Picture of the Empty Mountain" this time, you are welcome to come and enjoy it whenever you want to!"

Ma Yuliang squeezed out a smile on his face, but did not speak.

"10 million three ......"

"Wait!"

Just as the auction manager was about to make a final decision, a magnetic voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Zhu Songlin's fat face twitched, and he hurriedly turned his head to look: "At this time, there are still people who want to rob me of the painting!"

Everyone present also brushed back in unison.

I saw a woman in a red evening dress appear in the stands at some point, and it was this woman who spoke just now.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the woman's face, why did the president of the Pixiu Auction House come at this time?

The woman in the red dress is a well-known strong woman in the antique circle in the eastern district of Gui City, Liu Furong, the president of Pixiu Auction House!

Facing everyone's surprised expressions, Liu Furong had a smile on her face: "Giggles...... Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see how the auction is going. ”

After saying that, she twisted her plump and bewitching water snake waist and walked towards the auction table, and the sound of her high heels stepping on the floor tiles was particularly crisp.

Liu Furong came to the stage and said to everyone with a professional smile: "When I was watching from the stands just now, I seemed to hear that someone had doubts about Shen Zhou's painting in the finale of this auction, right?"

As she spoke, she glanced in He Lin's direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey Boss Liu, who doesn't know that your Pixiu auction house has a reputation outside the world, who dares to question it!"

"It's just, just a muddy boy who doesn't know anything is talking nonsense, you don't have to worry about it at all!"

For a while, many people in the audience flattered Liu Furong.

I have to say that although Liu Furong is over 30 years old, she still has an outstanding demeanor, not only does not look old at all, but has a more mature charm than young women, and many bosses in the circle are fans of her pomegranate skirt.

"Yes, yes, Boss Liu!"

Zhu Songlin also licked his face and smiled at Liu Furong: "Just now it was completely this He family kid nonsense, I will take this painting immediately, you don't need to stop!"