"Brother Man, if you can't buy that painting, you can buy something else......"

Seeing Man Jun's disappointed look, Fang Yi's heart moved, and said: "I saw a remnant of "Yongle Canon" on the stage, Brother Man, this is a good thing, in my opinion, "Yongle Canon" is worth more than the paintings of Bada Shanren......"

Fang Yi's words are half right and wrong, the original version of "Yongle Canon" has long been gone, it is the one Fang Yi saw, that is also the reprint of the Jiajing period, although there are only more than 800 copies in the world now, which is considered precious, but the price of this single book may not be higher than the paintings of the Bada Shanren.

However, when it comes to the culture and value of historical research of these two things, the paintings of the Bada Shanren are not able to catch up with the "Yongle Canon", as the saying goes, the treasure is sold to the person who knows the goods, if this "Yongle Canon" is seen by Sun Lianda, a native of Jinling, I am afraid that the family will have to buy it.

"The remnants of the Yongle Canon? That thing is all over the place, how can it be real?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Man Jun said without raising his head: "I believe that there is an old version of the Kangxi dictionary, but the Yongle Canon has been stinked by fakes, and there has never been a real ...... on the market."

Maybe there are not many opportunities for fakes of the "Yongle Canon" in other cities, but Jinling is the place where Zhu Di compiled the "Yongle Canon", so the collectors in Jinling also have such a complex in their hearts, hoping to find a real "Yongle Canon" on the market.

Antique dealers are taking advantage of this complex to cheat, in the past few years, they have sold a lot of printed copies of the "Yongle Canon" such as seal carvings, and the Manchu army is no exception, he has more than 100 copies in the store, and he takes out one every once in a while, not to mention, he has made tens of thousands of dollars.

So as soon as he heard the words "Yongle Canon", the Manchu army immediately linked it with the old fake, and he didn't see the book when he was on stage, but the Manchu army didn't think it was real in his heart.

"Well, there are indeed not many Yongle Classics among the people, and most of them have been collected by museums in various countries......"

Hearing Fang Yi and Man Jun talking about the "Yongle Canon", Yu Xuan also interjected, just now he also saw the Yongle Canon, but as soon as he was busy looking at other objects, Yu Xuan's thoughts were similar to those of the Manchu Army, so he directly ignored the book.

"Brother Man, anyway, I think that book looks like it's real......"

Fang Yi knew that he was late in the industry, and his words did not carry much weight, but he decided in his heart that if he would wait for the army to not take pictures of those rare books, Fang Yi asked him to borrow money to take them, since he knew that it was a good thing, it could not fall into the hands of others.

"A batch of eight miscellaneous antiques, with a reserve price of 10,000, have you increased the price?" Half an hour later, the ancient jade and rare books had not yet started to be auctioned, and the miscellaneous items that Su Shilun had just seen were in front.

"Fifty thousand ......" Su Shilun directly raised the number plate, for him, money is just a number, and he can exchange this number for what he likes, so it doesn't matter how much it costs.

Of course, Su Shilun shouted out the price of 50,000 yuan, which seemed to others to be wealthy, but Su Shilun knew that even if the cricket gourd belonged to Yu Xuan, the only genuine snuff bottle left would already cost more than 100,000 yuan in the current market.

"Fifty thousand, the bid on the 27th is fifty thousand, and there are any friends who have increased the price?" Okay, fifty thousand for the first time, fifty thousand for the second time, fifty thousand for the second time, fifty thousand for the sale!"

After the host shouted on the stage for a while, he saw that no one was going to compete with Su Shilun, and he simply dropped the hammer at the moment, he knew that these things were very cheap from abroad, not to mention 50,000, even if they were sold for 10,000, they would also make money.

"There are twelve rare books of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the reserve price is 20,000, and the price is increased by 2,000 each time, has anyone bid?"

What Fang Yi didn't expect was that after the auction of those miscellaneous objects, the next thing to start was those rare books, and what made Fang Yi's heart tighten was that the starting price of these things was as high as 20,000 yuan, which was twice as much as the miscellaneous items just now.

However, Fang Yi was not in a hurry to bid, he didn't have much money on him, and he could only offer the price once at most, so Fang Yi wanted to wait until no one offered the bid, and the host was about to announce the unsuccessful auction before bidding, believing that there would be no one to compete with him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after our research, among these rare books, there is a Qing Dynasty scholar Cai Xin's reading notes, which can be regarded as a precious ......."

Seeing that there was no one in the audience, the host began to introduce it again, and Fang Yi's heart twitched when he heard it, if he didn't say so much, he would be more sure if he would shoot again when the auction was about to be lost.

Fang Yi also knows about Cai Xin, this is a scholar during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and he is the author of the book "The Collection of Poetry and Writings", and in history he is the real president of Ren Siku Quanshu, not the legendary Ji Xiaolan.

And Cai Xin is still a long-lived person, he was born in 1707 and lived until 1799, at the age of 92, is a very prestigious old birthday star in the Qing Dynasty.

"20,000, I'll bid 20,000, Cai Xin's reading notes, we can study them......"

Sure enough, after the host reported Cai Xin's name, someone immediately gave the price, and the person who shouted the price, Fang Yi, also knew that it was Xie Qingyang, who was fighting with the Manchu army for the Bada Shanren painting just now.

"Grandma's, don't say that Cai Xin doesn't see his offer......"

Man Jun scolded hatefully, but he still didn't choose to bid, because those rare books except for the "Yongle Canon" are still intact, and the other incomplete ones are very powerful, even if they are written by Cai Xin himself, they can't sell for much.

"I'll give 22,000 ......" To the surprise of the Manchu army, Fang Yi suddenly took the sign in his hand, held it up and said: "I'll add one hand, 22,000 ......"

Fang Yi brought a total of 23,000 yuan, and he only had the opportunity to quote this time, so after shouting this price, Fang Yi had to ask Dao Ancestor for his blessing, if Xie Qingyang shouted the price again, he could only ask Brother Man to borrow money.

"Twenty-two thousand? Lao Man, when did you become so young?"

Seeing Fang Yi holding up the number plate, Xie Qingyang, who didn't know what their relationship was, subconsciously thought that it was the Manchurian army shouting the price, and immediately said: "Since you give two thousand, then I will also add two thousand, twenty-four thousand......"

Xie Qingyang is a businessman, businessmen naturally have to be careful in their calculations, Xie Qingyang will definitely not pay a high price all of a sudden because of his fighting spirit with the Manchu army, on the contrary, he is about to wait for the Manchu army to shout a price and retreat, just to avenge the one-shot revenge of the painting just now.

"Lao Xie, don't say too much, I dare to add, do you dare to follow?"

The Man Army, who was annoyed by Xie Qingyang's sideways kick just now, really couldn't hold back his anger, snatched the number plate in Fang Yi's hand, and said in a low voice: "Fang Yi, I took this book, grandma's, Brother Man, I sold my child to buy a steamer, and I didn't steam steamed buns to fight for breath......"

They are all mixed on the ground in Jinling, and the Manchu army has already been pressed down by Xie Qingyang once just now, if it is pressed down again, it will be really shameless to look back and ask the Manchu army.

"40,000!" the Manjun raised the number plate and said, "I will give 40,000 for these rare books, Lao Xie, how about it......?

Manjun's eyes squinted at Xie Qingyang, he is actually holding back his badness here, as long as Xie Qingyang dares to report two thousand more, then he Manjun doesn't want it, 42,000 to buy a bunch of waste paper, and the joke can only be Xie Qingyang.

Of course, if Xie Qingyang doesn't make a quotation, what he spent 40,000 yuan to buy is not waste paper, and he still buys it with a breath, so it is not ashamed to spread it out, and the Manchu army thinks it is worth it to spend this money to fight for breath.

"Forty thousand, haha, Lao Man, do you think these things can be worth forty thousand?"

After hearing Manjun's offer, Xie Qingyang couldn't help laughing loudly, and waved his hand again and again: "Even if that rare book is repaired, it is definitely not worth 30,000 yuan, it seems that Lao Man, you really like it, as the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't like people, then I don't want it......"

Putting the Manchu army together, Xie Qingyang laughed from the bottom of his heart, because he knew that as long as the painting he bought just now was real, it would definitely not lose money, it was just a matter of making more and turning less, but the Manchu army spent 40,000 yuan to buy these rare books, which was 100% not profitable.

"It's not worth 30,000 yuan? Hmph, I'm afraid some people can't see that there are good things in it, right?" The Manchu army will be a loser, not a loser, thinking of the words of the "Yongle Canon" that Fang Yi said just now, he immediately pushed Xie Qingyang's words back.

"Good things, that's yours too, I don't want it......" Xie Qingyang didn't care what the Manjun said, the triumphant old god sat there, but the number plate in his hand was no longer raised no matter what.

"Is there anyone else bidding? 40,000 yuan! This batch of rare books belongs to No. 28......

After asking several times in a row, seeing that no one in the venue raised the price, the host smashed the auction gavel on the table with a decisive word.