With the sound of the drums, Liu Yunxiang saw that almost all the red cards were raised in this circle, and she asked Chen Chong to raise them too, and then the guys from Avon Xuan hurried to wait outside the box holding the sign.

The drums beat again, and the price change began to be written.

"Boss, how much should we write?"

Liu Yunxiang thought about it, he must be able to win the price of this painting, "Ten thousand taels." ”

"Huh?" Chen Chong couldn't help but be taken aback again.

Does his owner have no concept of money, last time the golden jade clothes cost 10,000 taels, and in the end she gave it away, after the name was made, a piece of clothing was the most expensive and not more than 1,000 taels.

This time she opened her mouth and it was 10,000 taels, didn't she know that ordinary people might not earn 100 taels in their lifetime, and court officials did not have 10,000 taels a year.

"Write!" Liu Yunxiang said.

Chen Chong saw that the owner was so determined, so he had no choice but to write and hand it over.

The envelope gathered into the hands of the host, he opened one and sang on the spot: "Tianzi No. 7, three thousand taels!"

As soon as this sound came out, there was a bang below, and three thousand taels was already a high price.

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As the envelopes were opened one by one, there were more than three thousand taels, such as five thousand taels of Tianzi No. 1, just when everyone thought that there would be no higher price than this, the host opened another one, and couldn't help but be stunned, and at the same time glanced upstairs.

"Uh, Tianzi No. 3, 10,000 taels. ”

At this moment, there was silence for a while, and then a commotion broke out.

"Buy a painting for 10,000 taels, Tianzi No. 3 has a gold mine!"

"The key is that it is 5,000 taels higher than the highest price offered by others, isn't this a big injustice!"

"Is this Tianzi No. 3 not bid, obviously inexperienced!"

"I'm curious about who this Son of Heaven No. 3 is. ”

Someone inquired, "It's Nan Mo Zhai." ”

"Nan Mo Zhai, I haven't heard of it!"

"Said it was newly opened. ”

Chen Chong drooped his head and said with remorse: "Owner, we only need to write five thousand and one taels to buy it, which is a lot more." ”

"Well, don't panic. Liu Yunxiang said calmly.

The second is a preface written by Qi Zihe, a calligrapher in the Southern Dynasty, when the host picked up the scroll, the eyes of the scholars below lit up, and they had begun to swallow their saliva excitedly.

"Everyone knows that Qi Zihe, a calligrapher in the Southern Dynasty, created the Lan School of calligraphy, and every word in his pen is like an orchid, and each orchid has a different momentum, and the overall text will not seem bells and whistles, will not be disorganized. After the Southern Dynasties, the calligraphy of the Lan School declined, and it can be regarded as lost until now. ”

When the host said this, he raised the painting scroll in his hand, turned around it, and then said: "There are not many relics of Qi Zihe, and even fewer are intact, which has caused great difficulties for future generations to study Lan School calligraphy and Qi Zihe calligraphy. And this preface has one hundred and two crosses, and its value can be imagined. ”

After starting to beat the drum, the red card on the second floor that wanted to bid was issued, Chen Chong glanced at it, and whispered: "There is almost no fall." ”

Liu Yunxiang asked him to play his cards too, "Twenty thousand taels." ”

Chen Chong choked crisply, "Dongjia, have you studied ancient calligraphy and painting?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you know how much it costs?"

"I don't know. ”

Chen Chong exhaled slowly, and still wrote 20,000 taels on the envelope and handed it over.

The host began to sing and sell, five thousand taels, eight thousand taels, ten thousand taels, twenty thousand taels...... The voice stopped abruptly, and the host couldn't help but glance at room No. 3 again, and then said excitedly: "20,000 taels, room 3 20,000 taels!"

The scholars below are not making a fuss now, when it is 10,000 taels, they still think it is real money, and when it is 20,000 taels, they think it is just a number.

In the end, naturally, no one bid higher than Room 3, and won this narrative without any suspense.

Other house bidders have asked the little guys around them to inquire about the origin of this No. 3 house, and the price they put out randomly is ridiculously high, and they are caught off guard by losing.

"Nan Mo Zhai?"

"When did Beijin come out with a Southern Ink Shop?"

"Who is the proprietor, and what is the origin, man or woman?"

"Don't know anything?"

In room No. 1, Pei Rong shook the fan in his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "Interesting." ”

The little guy next to him made a bitter face, "We haven't bought one yet, you think it's interesting." ”

Pei Rong shook his head: "We are businessmen, if we don't make loss-making transactions, and exceed the value it can bring, then there is no need." ”

"Then according to what you say, Room No. 3 must be a stunned young man who can't do business?"

"Probably so. ”

Next is the posthumous work of the old man of Zongshan in the present dynasty, the host bragged as usual, and the people below were enthusiastic, one by one, but there was not enough silver in the purse.

When the price was revealed, almost everyone tacitly looked forward to the bid for room No. 3, which was really a high price, half higher than others, and there was no suspense in winning it, which made people more curious about who this No. 3 room was.

Then the fourth and fifth pictures went all the way to the last one, and the host's interest became higher and higher, after all, there was room No. 3 so arrogant that they were a little stupid, and they Yafangxuan really made a lot of money.

The last one was still bought for 20,000 taels in room No. 3, and when the host made a final sound, everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

"Just for a while, how much silver did room three spend?"

"I'm dumbfounded. ”

"Hey, I've counted, this number. ”

The man held out his finger and gestured a number, and there was a gasp around him.

"Ten paintings, all in my pocket, I can only salivate. ”

"Qi Zihe's narrative!"

"Zhang Jian's "Lishan Tu"!"

"The painting of the old man Zongshan!"

This gasp turned into a wail, and the reader was fascinated by these calligraphy and paintings, just like smoke is for smokers, and wine is for drunkards, and their hearts are itching.

At this moment, a tall, somewhat naïve man walked up to the stage, "Everyone, you are offended. ”

He first bowed to the bidders in the wing room on the second floor, and then bowed to the scholars below.

"The owner, this is the owner of Nan Mo Zhai?" In room No. 1, the little servant asked Pei Rong.

Pei Rong looked at the people on the stage, and then shook his head, "No." ”

"You know?"

"This man has lost a little bearing. ”

The little guy thought for a while, nodded and said: "Being able to buy a few paintings for 150,000 taels should indeed be magnanimous, but it is estimated that it is also a little silly." ”

Pei Rong lowered his eyes, "I'm also quite curious about this person." ”

"The little ones are also curious...... Eh, owner, where are you going?"

"Let's meet this man!"

Pei Rong was in room No. 1, and No. 2 was No. 3, but when he passed, room No. 3 was empty, and then Chen Chong downstairs spoke again.

"The day after tomorrow, we will do an elegant collection in the Qing Garden, from fifteen to twenty-five, and display one of these ten paintings every day. ”

Before Chen Chong finished speaking, he was already shouting below.

"Don't be kidding, ten paintings, are you really willing to show them one by one?"

"If you say that, we're going to take it seriously!"

"That's right, we'll all go then, if you don't show it, we're going to smash the field!"

Chen Chong hurriedly pressed his hand and said: "Don't worry, listen to me first, our Qingyuan Yaji is an activity for students who can exchange literature with each other and relax before the exam. ”

"What if we only look at paintings and don't write poems?" someone asked.

Chen Chong said: "This is your freedom, we will not interfere!"

"In that case, I'm afraid that the 30,000 students who gathered in Beijin first will participate, can you hold it?"

The little guy here listened to Chen Chong's words, and the more he listened, the more confused he became, "Boss, what are they trying to do?"

Pei Rong was also puzzled, "Yes, what are they trying to do." ”

Chen Chong cleared his throat at this time and said, "Each person needs to pay one hundred taels of silver before entering the park." ”