Chapter 563: The man's gaze slowly fell on her face, "Do you want it?"

When this painting was still hanging in the Ji family's study, she was still young, and her mother was still alive, so it was her mother who carried her into the study to get something, and her hand was still touching the calligraphy and painting.

Ji Nuan thought to herself, no matter how much money this painting was, she should buy it and hang it back in the Ji family's study.

"This one is indeed one of the ten most valuable paintings in China. Mo Jingshen's calm tone sounded, and the man's gaze slowly fell on her face: "Want to?"

Ji Nuan was about to speak, when suddenly there was some sound not far away, she turned her eyes and saw that two rows away from their seats, about six or seven meters away, the Rong brothers and sisters were sitting there, someone got up to go out temporarily, walked in front of them, and the sound of talking came here.

Ji Nuan's gaze happened to hit Rong Cheng, and the indifference on Rong Cheng's face turned into a bit of obvious coldness.

Ji Nuan: "......"

It's just that his sister was rejected by the man he liked, and the man his sister liked appeared here with a female companion, why did the general manager of the Rong family show people with such a cold face?

It is said that the children of rich families in the Beijing circle are used to being arrogant, and she only now knows what is the real arrogance.

Ji Nuan retracted his gaze lukewarmly.

Rong Yan sat beside Rong Cheng, her eyes kept falling on Mo Jingshen's direction, the auction had been going on for almost an hour, Mo Jingshen had always sat next to Ji Nuan and never left, nor had he bid for any auction item.

In such a noisy environment, it will not be overwhelmed by the noisy crowd at all, but it will make people look like they have a sense of independence and clarity.

The price has already begun to be called, and a famous painting that sold more than 100 million yuan more than ten years ago or even nearly 20 years ago has been called to 300 million in a blink of an eye.

Ji Nuan originally wanted to wait for the end when no one was asking for a price before opening his mouth, so as not to raise the price too high one after another, but the bidding on the field was endless, but after reaching the high point of 300 million, it began to increase by 110 million, and no one directly increased by 100 million.

Ji Nuan kept staring at the painting, thinking about the scene when her mother liked to walk back and forth in the study when she was still alive.

I didn't notice when Rong Yan and Rong Cheng sat behind them, and suddenly heard the brother and sister talking in the back: "Brother, this "Peach Source Map" and the painting that grandpa used to like are both from Zhang Daqian's hand, grandpa has always liked Zhang Daqian's paintings, do you want to buy this one for him?"

After finishing speaking, Rong Yan said: "The current price can't rise much, I think it will stop bidding within 500 million, and it is just right to control the price within 500 million." ”

As soon as Rong Yan's words fell, Ji Nuan's eyelids jumped.

Five hundred million?

MN Group is on the rise, and although she has a lot of assets, if she squandered 500 million yuan casually because of a painting, she really has to reconsider.

After all, this is not a small amount, even for a company like MN Group, it is not a small amount, her foundation is not very thick, not to mention that a lot of money is still placed in the company's working capital for the stable operation of the company's various projects.

She originally planned to do it at a price of two or three hundred million.

Did Yung's brother and sister like this painting too?

Ji Nuan raised his eyes and looked at the paintings on the table again, and his expression was faint and did not make a sound.

At this moment, the auctioneer said: "At present, Zhang Daqian's "Peach Source Picture" has reached a high price of 390 million yuan, and who else wants to continue to bid? At present, there is no high price of more than 400 million yuan among the famous paintings in China, and I don't know if it will break the ...... of this price today."

"Four hundred million. Rong Cheng raised his sign at this time.

The auctioneer suddenly looked at Rong Cheng who was holding up the auction in the middle of the auction with his eyes shining: "Okay, it's really a historic moment, is there anyone else who wants to continue bidding?"

“……”

There was a tense atmosphere in the field for a while.

No matter how famous Zhang Daqian's paintings are, the market price is more than 200 million, and now it has directly reached 400 million, and they have to wonder if there will be some deliberate price gouging.

No matter how much I like to collect, but at this price, the paintings hidden at home every day are not something that will be brought out, and there is no other superfluous value in addition to satisfying the heart of the hobby, and after thinking about it for a long time, gradually the voice in the field is much weaker, and no one continues to bid.

"There shouldn't be any more bidders, right?" Rong Yan whispered as she sat beside Rong Cheng.

Ji Nuan gently tapped his knees from time to time with the number plate in his hand, staring at the painting with his eyes, and in his heart there was a war between heaven and man, for the painting he had seen with his mother when he was a child, and for the things that the Ji family had lost, he paid a high price to take it down, or should he take into account that MN Group is on the rise, and it is when money is needed, and 500 million is enough for the company to do a lot of things.

"400 million for the first time, 400 million for the second time......" The auctioneer solemnly announced: "400 million ......"

Ji Nuan was about to raise the number in her hand to bid for the price, but the moment her hand was raised, the man next to her had already raised one step ahead of her, and his low and indifferent voice sounded in the trapezoidal hall like thunder on the ground: "Six hundred million." ”

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There was an eerie silence for a moment, followed by the sound of cold air.

600 million, in the history of domestic auctions, the only calligraphy and painting whose price has reached this figure.

Although this Daqian's calligraphy and painting is precious, the price is still too expensive, and many people present have given up when they are just 400 million, not to mention this price, which directly raises the threshold to the point that no one can dare to exceed the price.

There was silence in the venue, and the Rong brothers and sisters didn't expect that Mo Jingshen, who rarely participated in this kind of auction, would suddenly bid.

Rong Yan instantly pursed her lips tightly and looked at the indifferent back of the man in front of her.

"600 million for the first time, 600 million for the second time...... 600 million for the third time, deal!"

The auctioneer was excited and made a direct decision.

Rong Cheng's face was very ugly, and when he got up at the moment of falling the hammer, Rong Yan hurriedly grabbed him: "Brother." ”

Ji Nuan also sat in his position all the time and did not get up.

She didn't know why Mo Jingshen paid such a high price, if it was just to help her win this painting, she could understand, after all, not to mention the wealth of the shine group, it was just that the financial resources of the Mo family in the past were not comparable to ordinary people in China, but she felt a pain in the flesh when she bought a painting for 600 million.

Hearing Rong Cheng's angry voice behind her, she probably vaguely felt that it should be because Rong Cheng had stumbled her in the bathroom before, and Mo Jingshen didn't leave him the slightest room to bargain with him on this painting, and he didn't even have the qualifications to compete or compete.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen was always indifferent and indifferent, and even after taking this painting, he never even turned around and said a polite word, Rong Yan's eyes were full of injuries. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?