Chapter Eighty-Six: The Yuan Blue and White Jar

The charity auction continued, and since the organizer of the auction was the Huo family, which was extremely close to the mainland, and the head of the Xiangjiang branch of the Huaxia Society and the head of the Hong Kong garrison came to participate, the auction was semi-official.

In order to be able to gain favor in front of the mainland's high-level officials, the wealthy people in Hong Kong gave great support to the auction, and many wealthy people generously donated money to take out very important auction items from their families, so they continued to offer high prices on the market.

Of course, it is not excluded that the rich people intend to show off their wealth, after the return of the ninety-seven, a large number of British-funded enterprises withdrew from Xiangjiang, and the plates they left behind always need someone to receive, and the local tycoons in Xiangjiang compete to show their wealth in order to grab more shares, so as to show that they are not bad for money.

The following blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, provided by the old man Guo of the shipping family, called the Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar, the painted scene from the Yuan Dynasty famous writer Wang Zhongwen's "Meng Yuemei writes hatred Jinxiang Pavilion", the story tells the Tang Xuanzong period of the talented and beautiful woman and Meng Yuemei romantic and tortuous love story. This collection has a story and connotation, and it can be said to be one of the top antiques, with a starting price of 3 million yuan, please make a bid!"

With the introduction of the host, the staff put a Yuan blue and white jar on the tray, the tank is 26.7cm high, the plain bottom is wide and the foot is wide, the straight mouth is short, the lips are slightly thicker, the shoulders are round, the shoulders are gradually widened, the abdomen is gradually closed, and the bottom is slightly skimmed, the jar is decorated with the courtyard as the background, and the pavilion has the word "Jinxiang Pavilion" on the book, whether it is the pavilion, flowers and trees, or the characters, they are all lifelike.

"This is the Yuan blue and white pot?!"

Lin Cheng, who was originally only caring about flirting with Huo Wenxi, suddenly came to his senses when he saw this big blue and white jar, and stood up at the moment, leaning forward and staring at this big blue and white jar intently.

Lin Cheng, the name of Yuan Qinghua, has long been like thunder, since the Yuan Qinghua Guiguzi Descending Mountain Picture Jar was auctioned at Christie's in London, England on July 12, 2005 for a sky-high price of 230 million yuan, Yuan Qinghua quickly became hot in the global antique market, and has repeatedly become the finale treasure in the auction market, almost every auction can open a sky-high price of more than 10 million.

Lin Cheng also had some impressions of the Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar taken out of the auction, as if a certain Xiangjiang tycoon took advantage of the popularity of Yuan Qinghua to hand over to Xiangjiang Christie's for auction on November 28, 2005, and was finally successfully auctioned by Wang Dingquan, a wealthy man on Baodao, for 49.98 million Hong Kong dollars in the autumn auction.

"Can I get a closer look?"

In order to determine whether the blue and white jar was the Jinxiang Pavilion jar at Christie's in the 2005 autumn auction, Lin Cheng made a request for a closer look before the auction bid, regardless of the material negotiation.

Lin Cheng's request was so abrupt that the rich people who were ready to bid became dissatisfied, and even the Christie's auctioneer who presided over the auction showed displeasure.

Huo Yingdong, President Jiang, and Commander Xiong on the stage were also not very satisfied with Lin Cheng's actions, especially Guo Henian, who donated this Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar, and was even more furious in his heart: "What does this mainland boy mean, do you suspect that the Yuan blue and white jar that my old Guo took out is a fake?"

Lin Cheng suddenly found so many angry eyes projecting at him, and suddenly realized that he had lost his temper, and hurriedly hugged his fists and apologized: "Seniors, I'm sorry, the kid is rude, the kid doesn't doubt the authenticity of this Yuan blue and white jar, but the kid's ancestor also has a Yuan blue and white jar inherited as an heirloom, but unfortunately it was broken by the Red Guards during the Great Movement, so the kid suddenly saw this Yuan blue and white jar at this auction, and he saw that the hunting heart was a gaffe for a while, and I ask for your understanding." ”

Lin Cheng's explanation finally calmed down the anger, and after obtaining the host's consent, he meticulously observed the blue and white jar.

Lin Cheng watched it very carefully, and combined it with the description of this Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar on the Internet in later generations, and finally confirmed that this blue and white big pot was indeed the Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar on the 2005 Xiangjiang Jiabide Autumn Auction, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"What's special, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to just lose 3.8 million yuan in vain, but immediately there was this Yuan blue and white pot worth 50 million to make up for it, and now the concept of Yuan blue and white has not been hyped by foreign speculators, the starting price of this Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar is only 3 million yuan, and Lao Tzu can shoot it down for seven or eight million, making more than 40 million yuan in vain. Lin Cheng thought excitedly.

Lin Cheng was already happy at this time, but the expression on his face was light and light, and after he pretended to observe for a few minutes, he nodded to the host, indicating that he had finished observing and the auction could continue.

"Three million and one million!"

"Three million three hundred thousand!"

"Three and a half million!"

As Lin Cheng returned to his seat, the rich people who wanted to get this Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar asked for the price, and the atmosphere heated up at once.

Lin Cheng just sat down, and when he saw that the auction price was rising rapidly like a rocket, he couldn't sit still any longer, and couldn't wait to shout: "Seven million, I'm going to decide on this Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar!"

Lin Cheng's shouting of the sky-high price surprised the audience again, others are 100,200,000 to increase the price, but I didn't expect Lin Cheng to repeat the old trick again, and doubled the price at once, how can people compete with him!

"This mainland boy is really arrogant! he can also call the sky-high price of 7 million!"

"Who told this mainland boy to take shit luck and make a billion in a month, if I have so much money in my bank account, I will be better than him!"

"You just blow the water, if you have so much money, the first thing must be to take the money to support a few more starlets, where will you invest the money in antiques?!"

"The parents who gave birth to me know me, Brother Li, Brother Li really knows my hobbies!

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Lin Cheng's bid also surprised Guo Henian on the rostrum, and he was a little suspicious, in fact, he didn't want to take out his Jinxiang Pavilion picture jar at the bottom of the box for auction, but because of the good relationship between the Huo family and the mainland, he wanted to win the construction right of a wharf in Ningbo through the Huo family, so he ruthlessly contributed his treasure to the auction.

It's just that when he saw everyone competing for the Jinxiang Pavilion jar he took out at the auction venue, he faintly regretted it in his heart, feeling that his Jinxiang Pavilion jar should be worth more than three or five million, and Lin Cheng's sky-high price of seven million confirmed his conjecture.

The people on the field talked about Lin Cheng's bidding, and most of them looked down on Lin Cheng a little unpleasantly, saying that he was a big nouveau riche with no quality or something, Lin Cheng turned a deaf ear to these discussions, and only looked at the host's auction hammer, hoping that it would fall quickly, so as not to have many dreams at night.