Chapter 487 Habitual Thinking

"One hundred and fifty-one thousand, for the first time!"

"One hundred and fifty-one thousand, the second time!"

The auctioneer shouted excitedly. "The current bid is 151,000! If no one bids, the Dadaist sculpture will be won by Bidder No. 37! No one will bid? No one will bid......

After a full minute of pause, the auctioneer saw that Fu Zhengyi, who was being watched by him, actually put the number plate on his lap, so he had to swing the hammer in despair.

"One hundred and fifty-one thousand, the third time! Congratulations to the 37th bidder......"

Feynman, who was sitting in the back row, was stunned.

What's going on?

This kid bid so arrogantly before, why didn't he suddenly increase the price?

Although the price of this sculpture has been raised to 151,000 US dollars, the starting price is only more than seven times higher!

He was willing to buy the broken photo at 28 times the starting price, and the second painting was even more than 75 times the price.

Feynman couldn't figure it out.

But the buzz around him made him have to squeeze out a smile and stand up and salute in order to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor!

Seeing David quietly giving himself a thumbs up, Fu Zhengyi smiled at the corner of his lips, glanced at the frustrated and confused auctioneer, lowered his head and continued to look at the auction album, and guessed the highest auction price that the remaining lots could reach in Mandarin with Liu Meijia, ignoring the comments of others at all.

Half an hour passed, and the auctioneer, who had come out of his previous strong frustration, breathed a sigh of relief before motioning for the staff to push the next lot up.

"This sculpture is rare among the masterpieces of Dadaism, and although the author Atrice Wood is not as influential as Marcel Duchamp, and this work is not as famous as Arp's The Winged Entity, it was actually sold for a whopping £3,000 in the ......"

When the auctioneer mentioned 'Dadaism', the whole venue became unusually quiet, and the vast majority of bidders turned their eyes to Fu Zhengyi and Feynman, who was sitting in the back row, some were laughing, some were pouting, and some were expecting.

Created by Beatrice Wood at the turn of the summer and autumn of 1917, the starting price was $40,000, with no less than 1,000 increases at a time. Is anyone willing to bid $40,000 now?"

When the auctioneer's invitation was repeated for the second time, a person on the right side of the venue saw that Fu Zhengyi was still talking to the woman beside him, so he hesitated to raise the number plate. "Fifty thousand!"

The second person was only half a second behind, so he had to increase the price to 60,000.

80,000 ......

90,000 ......

120,000 ......

In three minutes, the price of the lot was pushed up to $145,000.

However, the subsequent bidders no longer increased by 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, but increased the price of the lot to 160,000 yuan in increments of 1,000 US dollars.

Liu Meijia, who was talking to Fu Zhengyi, had long noticed that there were many eyes in the venue who had been staring at this side, and the feeling of being peeped at made her feel hairy, so she pushed Fu Zhengyi and complained. "Look at you, if you bid, you will be regarded as a wronged leader, and if you don't bid, you will be stared at, how long will this auction end?"

"Want to leave?

After Fu Zhengyi finished speaking, he raised the number plate. "Three hundred thousand!"

Feynman, who sat in the back row with an expressionless face, was even in good spirits. "Three hundred and one thousand!"

Putting the number plate back on his lap, Fu Zhengyi turned his face sideways and asked seriously. "Do you think there will be any bids on this lot now?"

When Fu Zhengyi raised the sign to bid, Liu Meijia was about to grab his arm, but he didn't expect him to put the number plate on his lap after making a bid, and couldn't help but be stunned. "Huh, you're not going to shoot anymore?"

"You see, the first time I made a total of thirteen bids, and seven of them were raised with the troublemaker. And the second one also competed for six rounds, and the third one took three rounds of bidding to let him succeed, so this time I directly doubled the price, and the troublemaker must have thought that I would not end with just one round of bidding, so he would not hesitate to add a thousand......"

Liu Meijia was stunned, and when she turned around, she saw that the man was staring at Fu Zhengyi's back, and she almost burst into laughter, so she turned her face and whispered. "Habitual thinking?"

"Well, it's to take advantage of ordinary people's habitual thinking and catch him off guard!"

The auctioneer standing on the stage has already shouted the price of '310,000 thousand' for two rounds.

The other bidders who participated in the auction also came back to their senses at this time, although some people really wanted to buy the collection, but it was possible to see Feynman, who maliciously raised the price, twice in a row, and everyone was still in a relatively happy mood.

"$310,000, sold! Congratulations to Bidder No. 37 ......"

The auctioneer announced the results weakly, but the whole room erupted in collective applause for the first time.

Glaring at Fu Zhengyi, who didn't look back, Feynman was angry that his nose was crooked!

300,000!

Buy back a broken sculpture worth up to 160,000 yuan yourself?

He thought that as long as the other party made another bid, he would immediately give up and put the price increase in his hands, but how could this kid not even give a chance?

Don't play cards according to the rules!

For the auctioneer in charge today, the laughter in the venue at the moment was like a loud ear in his face, which made him think that he would simply release the lots that should have been auctioned at the end of the auction in advance!

Gesturing vaguely to the supervisor in charge, the auctioneer cheered up and spoke. "Now, it's time to get to the best part of the auction! A mysterious seller has provided a red bronze statue from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty in the East, with a snake and beast head ......"

David was stunned for a moment, then turned his face to see that Fu Zhengyi had already sat up straight.

With the movement of a beam of light, the head of the snake and beast placed in the glass box was pushed onto the stage by the staff of the auction house.

"Similar to the 12 zodiac signs prevailing in our Western countries, Chinese folk have the tradition of the zodiac, so there are a total of 12 animal heads in this set, it is said that several animal heads appeared in a private auction in San Francisco last year, and the transaction price was 300,000 US dollars, and the buyer also released rumors that he was willing to buy at the same price, but the problem is that our Christie auction house feels that this snake and beast head is more well preserved, so its value is higher! The auction is deliberately displayed for a starting price of $100,000 and a minimum of $1,000 for each increase......"

US$150,000......

US$160,000......

US$200,000......

Within a minute, the price of the snake beast's head reached 250,000 yuan, and the bidders' price increase quickly decreased, and finally when the price exceeded 300,000 US dollars, there were only three or five bidders left who were still participating.

Seeing that Fu Zhengyi had been silent, David sighed in his heart that this young man was really calm, so he gave him a look and raised the number plate to make a bid. "Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

The auctioneer's eyes lit up, and he shouted in David's direction. "The holder of the No. 6 license plate has bid 350,000 yuan, is there anyone who is willing to continue to bid?"

Feynman, who was sitting in the back row, was stunned, what Henry explained was that he was not allowed to let the Oriental buy the snake beast head for less than one million dollars, but he didn't say that others were not allowed to buy the snake beast head, what should he do now?

The director in charge of the auction was also stunned, but after thinking about it, he glanced at Feynman and signaled that he could bid.

Receiving a clear hint, Feynman relieved himself and raised his number plate and shouted lazily. "Three hundred fifty-one thousand ......"

The room was quiet again.

David turned his face in exasperation and glared at Feynman.

I don't know who is sitting next to Fu Zhengyi, but since the other party holds the No. 6 license, it is obviously either a relatively high status or a relatively wealthy person, as the owner of the Dulwich Gaming Company in Las Vegas, Feynman is not afraid of this kind of outsider, even if he picks his chin without smiling, he puts on a posture of 'what can you do'!

David was furious, and as soon as he moved his hand, he was ready to raise his card to continue the offer.

But Fu Zhengyi's left hand pressed against the crook of his arm, and he raised the number plate with his right hand. "Four hundred thousand!"

The auctioneer standing on the stage breathed a sigh of relief. "Bidder No. 7 bid 400,000, is anyone willing to continue bidding?"

The lazy voice sounded again from the back row. "411,000 ......"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Four hundred fifty-one thousand ......"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"511,000 ......"

Anyway, within one million, Feynman is not afraid to buy back this snake beast head, so he raises the price quite quickly, as long as he pays the price for justice, he will immediately add a thousand.

As a result, the price of the snake and beast head quickly soared to 700,000.

Although it was only a sevenfold increase, the price difference in the middle was as high as 600,000, and the other bidders present also gave up, staring at Fu Zhengyi and Feynman and waiting for the result.

But when the price rose to 800,000, Fu Zhengyi was no longer 50,000 or 50,000, he might add 1,000, maybe 3,000, as if he was deliberately teasing the other party.

Maybe it's late, maybe it's because Feynman was dizzy after suffering two blows in a row today, he actually shouted two invalid bids in a row, and only then did he realize that he had lost face under the reminder of the auctioneer, so he was even more angry!

Although Fu Zhengyi didn't look back, he had been listening carefully to Feynman's tone and the interval between the price increases, so when the other party followed him again to quote the price, he put the number plate on his lap and quietly waited for the auctioneer to announce the final result...... (To be continued.) )