Therefore, when Li Yan saw the appearance of this so-called "finale", and saw the so-called "authenticity guarantee" signed by Xu Beihong's descendants, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The water was too deep for him to wade through as long as he wasn't stupid.

But the people of this world obviously don't know the truth behind it, and as soon as this "rare oil painting" of the so-called "Master Xu Beihong" was unveiled, it aroused the crazy pursuit of high-rollers from all walks of life in the auction hall.

In just a few minutes, the auction price has multiplied several times, breaking through 150 million Hong Kong dollars at once! By this time, although most of the buyers participating in the auction had decreased, the remaining five or six buyers were obviously wealthy owners, and they all put on a posture of inevitable, and the auction price was still soaring.

In a blink of an eye, the auction price exceeded 200 million.

"Wow!" Looking at the prices that continue to break new highs, there was a burst of exclamations in the auction room.

At this moment, a telephone buyer suddenly entered the battle and gave a high price of 230 million.

Immediately afterwards, the representative of the Guo family, who is said to be one of the major families on Hong Kong Island, quoted another price of 250 million.

At this time, Song Celadon, who had just returned from bidding for "Red Mountains", suddenly entered the battle and raised his hand to quote a price of 280 million.

Seeing that the battle was becoming more and more intense, several buyers were fighting fiercely, and the atmosphere in the auction hall was becoming more and more hot, with exclamations and discussions one after another, and almost everyone was stimulated by this finale and full of excitement.

Li Yan couldn't sit still. A similar plot to the parallel Earth is now being staged, and the painting continues to break auction records.

But he didn't expect that Song Celadon would suddenly join the competition.

According to the current price, once the auction is made, it will be a loss of hundreds of millions. Even if the Song family is rich, they can't waste it like this and buy back a fake painting!

But behind this sky-high fake, there is always a strange atmosphere. Li Yan wasn't sure if there were some secrets behind the matter that he didn't know.

When he was hesitating, the auction price exceeded 300 million in a blink of an eye.

The buyers who originally participated in the auction, except for Song Celadon and the telephone buyer, all gave up the competition. And these two people seem to have a sense of ambition, and they don't give in to each other, and the auction price quickly exceeded 350 million.

Li Yan saw that Song Celadon still had the intention of shooting, gritted his teeth, immediately stood up, and strode to the front row.

"Hey, Mr. Li, ...... you" Zhou Zhenghuang and Wen Jiayi were startled and called him from behind. As if he hadn't heard, Li Yan strode to the front row of the auction hall.

Several men dressed as bodyguards noticed the anomaly and immediately stood up to stop them.

"Sir, please stay." These people surrounded Li Yan in a blink of an eye, and the man who took the lead said with a cold face.

Such a change immediately attracted the attention of the people in the audience, and many people looked at it in surprise and whispered something.

In the face of the solemn and dignified oppressive force of these professional bodyguards, Li Yan's expression was calm and calm. His gaze bypassed the bodyguards, looked at Song Celadon sitting behind them, and said, "I have no malicious intent, I just have something very urgent and want to see Miss Song Celadon ." ”

"Sir, I'm sorry......" The bodyguard was about to stop unceremoniously, and Song Celadon behind him had already heard the reputation.

"Ah Hui, he is my friend, don't be rude, invite him over."

The bodyguard turned around and nodded to Song Qingci, then looked at Li Yan deeply and let him go.

Li Yan shook the suit on his body lightly with both hands and sat down very gracefully.

Song Qingci glanced at him with a smile, and was about to say a word of greeting, but Li Yan had already stared into her eyes, and said in an urgent and calm tone: "Miss Song, the situation is urgent, please don't speak yet." Please don't take this picture! ”

"Huh!? Mr. Li, you ...... What do you mean by that? ”

Song Celadon had a beautiful face full of surprise.

Li Yan lowered his voice, leaned close to her shoulder and said, "It's too late to explain, but please believe me, there is something wrong with this painting, please don't follow it anymore, be careful of big losses!" ”

From behind, the two of them looked like they were whispering, and their expressions were very intimate, and the people behind them suddenly had a commotion and discussions.

Song Qingci looked at Li Yan's eyes, and there was obviously a hesitant look in her beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but think quickly in her mind.

Then, out of the blue, a phone call came.

A calm, powerful voice came. "Celadon porcelain, why don't you raise your card? If you hesitate any longer, this painting will be snatched away by someone else! I love this picture with your daddy, take a picture right away! ”

Song Celadon put down the phone with a complicated expression, and glanced at Li Yan very confused.

Her father called, and the nervousness and urgency to photograph this work can be seen. But Li Yan suddenly rushed over, and hinted to her with an extremely solemn face: There is something wrong with this painting!

What to do!?

In such a hurry, in such an unexpected situation, she did not have enough time to distinguish the truth from the fake and make the best decision.

She didn't bid for a long time, and the auctioneer had already made a final call on the stage: "The buyer on No. 122 offered 360 million Hong Kong dollars, and there were no bids?" HK$360 million for the first ......"

Song Celadon held the number plate tightly, and it was very difficult to lift it.

Li Yan saw the entanglement in Song Qingci's heart, so he slowed down his tone, looked into her eyes with great firmness and said, "Miss Song, please believe me." I'm 100% sure that there is something wrong with this painting! ”

As he spoke, he put the screen of his mobile phone in front of Song Celadon and showed a picture.

On that picture, there are more than a dozen oil paintings similar to the auctioned "Xu Beihong's True Works", and the model is only one person, only the difference is the brushwork, painting style and angle.

Song celadon's beautiful eyes, as clear as the wind and lotus dewdrops, widened suddenly. The hand, which had been raised slightly, suddenly let go again.

The auctioneer on the stage looked in the direction of Song Celadon specifically, and then asked with a smile: "Miss Song, do you still want to increase the price?" This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! ”

Song Celadon showed a gentle and elegant smile on his face, shook his head lightly, and said: "I give up." ”

The auctioneer dropped the hammer and excitedly announced: "Congratulations to the last telephone buyer who participated in the auction for 3.6 Hong Kong dollars, this masterpiece by Master Xu Beihong!" ”

The hall burst into warm applause, exclamations and discussions.

At this time, Song Celadon's phone rang again. The steady, powerful voice just now came into my ears again. "Daughter, such a good opportunity, the other party can't hold on to it, why don't you shoot it!? You know Daddy has wanted this painting for a long time! ”

There was a strong sense of incomprehension, regret, and reluctantly suppressed anger in his voice.

Song Celadon glanced at Li Yan and said calmly: "Daddy, there is something wrong with this painting. ”