One second Zhao Tianyang was so high-spirited that he almost beat his business opponent into hell, and the next second, he was crushed into slag by others.

I have to say that both of these are powerful characters.

She was just curious that this product could get such a national important weapon to set Ma Yun, and even the appraiser of Sotheby's auction house deceived her.

This failure can only show that he is unlucky, it just so happens that people have seen Tianding and bought it, otherwise, it is really unknown who will lose and who will win.

The host spoke again in embarrassment.

"After discussion, our auction house will compensate everyone present, and later everyone is invited to enter the charity exchange hall for a short rest, and we have invited three of the world's top calligraphy and painting masters to present ink treasures on the spot!"

Bai Feng sneered and was amused, and said that this time it will definitely not be fake, you look at his painting, if you don't believe it, can you fake it?

After not going through the official authoritative appraisal, after all, this matter cannot be decided, and the Zhao family is not an ordinary person, the sentencing and detention just mentioned is purely a mouthpiece, Bai Feng estimates that this matter will be the Zhao family's money in the end, or give up some commercial interests, and then it will be over.

Subsequently, Zhao Tianyang and Ma Yun were invited to the box by Sotheby's Auction House, while the others sighed and began to complain, some simply got up and left, and most of them followed the official staff of the auction house into another hall.

The environment of this hall is much better, there are fewer seats, but they are all quaint wooden chairs, and at the feet is a scarlet plush carpet with a lotus pattern, four chairs in a square, and a red wooden table in the middle, on which tea, coffee, drinks, and wine are placed in four directions.

In the middle is a flower pot with violets, and around the flower plate are four ashtrays.

At the top was a low stage, with cameras on top of the long table, projected on the side wall, and at the moment there were three men standing on the stage, all about the same age, probably in their fifties.

Two wore light gray suits, one in an earthy yellow coat and round-rimmed glasses.

Looking at the faces, these three are all Asian, but I don't know which country they are.

In front of them, they all had pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and it seemed that they were going to perform the paintings live.

Bai Feng pondered in his heart, these three should be the top calligraphy and painting masters mentioned by the previous host.

She looked around, and suddenly felt interesting, the big stars who used to be high in front of people, no matter what country they were, were now almost all standing next to them.

Because there are too few chairs, the people who can sit down are basically the richest people in various countries. In the eyes of these people, celebrities are nothing more than money-making tools they cultivate.

If they collectively discuss whether to invest or not, I am afraid that most movies and TV series in this world will not be able to be filmed.

While she was observing, the host who had been presiding over the auction also came in.

Smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we at Sotheby's have decided to compensate you after deliberation, and I will introduce these three first! The one on my left is the famous calligrapher Choi Ji-shin, this is the calligraphy master Park Bu, and this is the calligraphy master Incheon Cheonnam! The international fame of the three of them must not need me to introduce them more, right?"

Bai Feng was slightly stunned, and said in his heart that he wanted to talk about calligraphy, the Chinese people are ancestors, what are these things?

looked at Su Dechang, who was drooling next to him, and asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Su, why are all these calligraphy masters from abroad, not from our Huaxia?"

Bai Feng has regarded Su Dechang as an encyclopedia of rich people, and he wants to inquire about people and things in the upper class, from who has how much money, what bank exists, what industry he does, and as small as where his lover went to college, whether he is pregnant, and whether he has raised a little white face, he knows everything.

Seeing Bai Feng ask, he bent down and habitually wanted to pinch the orchid finger, Bai Feng coughed, and he immediately retracted his hand in fright, and replied with a dry smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Bai, you are usually busy with business, you may not be familiar with this piece, now in this world, if you want to talk about calligraphy masters, our country is not worthy of giving people sticks and mallets and shoes, these three are now recognized as the world's top masters, this Cui Zhixin, known as the saint of calligraphy, has studied calligraphy in our country since he was a child. The person next to him is called Pu Bu, I heard that in Huaxia back then, the two of them also studied in a academy, known as a book maniac. Wearing a long gown, this is the most powerful, known as the book demon, called Incheon Cheonnam, who has studied Chinese culture since he was a child, and regular script is a must......!

Bai Feng rolled his eyes, and said in his heart, the old lady is still a bookiac.

"Who gave them a seal? dare to be so crazy??"

"Mr. Bai, this is not who sealed it, this title is determined by the amount of calligraphy works auctioned, these three are currently the world's highest calligraphy auction price holders, Incheon Tiannan's "Spring Grass Order" was auctioned for 8 million US dollars, and it is still the holder of the world record!"

Bai Feng pursed his lips, but then again, the things left by the ancestors of China are indeed almost lost, the peak of the tea ceremony and the flower arrangement are all in the book, and the calligraphy is even more so.

Although there are also brush writing classes in primary schools, most of them are occupied by Chinese and mathematics.

It is estimated that the most written are those who sell couplets during the Spring Festival, as if it were a self-deprecating joke.

The ancestors invented explosives, which were used by the Chinese people to set off firecrackers.

The ancestors invented calligraphy, which was used by the Chinese to sell Spring Festival couplets.

The ancestors invented painting, which was used by the Chinese to make fakes.

The ancestors invented the erhu, which was used by the Chinese people as beggars.

The ancestors invented traditional Chinese medicine, which is used by the Chinese people to treat venereal diseases.

……

Now it's a good thing, none of the three top calligraphers in the world is Chinese?

"Ladies and gentlemen, our auction house has decided that all the proceeds from the auction of the three masters today will be donated to charity!

The host smiled dryly and made a gesture of invitation to the three of them, and the three of them picked up their pens and inks and began to wave.

The first is Cui Zhixin, staring at him......

Two large and powerful characters appeared on the screen......

Su Dechang next to him looked stupid, shook his hand and exclaimed.

"Oh my God! this is ...... Slut, it's so well written, it's not a loss to be the world's top master!"

Wang Jun next to him reminded him in a low voice.

"Brother Su, calligraphy works are all read from right to left!"

He groaned, touched his chin and wondered.

"From right to left? Woman, I can't read it......"

Bai Feng covered his face and scolded.

"If you don't understand, shut up, this is frank, what kind of slut, slut...... Idiot!"

After Bai Feng explained, several Chinese tycoons next to him blushed one after another, and it turned out that Su Dechang was not the only one who looked crooked.

"Okay, Master Cui Zhixin has finished creating! Master Cui Zhixin will set the reserve price below!"

Cui Zhixin put down his pen and ink, impatiently stretched out five fingers, and shouted a few words with a mallet in the room.