The imitation of the Taipei Museum has been loaned to the National Palace Museum for exhibition, not to mention that if this authentic work is known by the National Museum, it will definitely apply for national tax to bid for it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, a person's strength can't be compared with the country, so he has to take this picture while it hasn't alarmed the industry yet.

The two of them have their own ideas, and they are both bound to get this picture.

So the price climbed step by step.

It has exceeded the total price of the three items in Hanchengcheng, and of course, the second lot in Hanchengcheng, if there is no fortune stone, if there is no Su Yun's hands and feet.

In today's auction competition, Su Yun is very likely to lose.

Because the No. 3 Han Tomb involved in the golden seal of King Guangling is very attractive to the CEOs of those big conglomerates.

If a large tomb is discovered before the country, and there are countless treasures and antiques inside, maybe it will be your own.

When the auction price reached 200 million, Tang Ling, who had a cold and delicate face compared to before, had already begun to change his expression at this time.

Because her mind has been stuck in what Su Yun said.

It is an imitation picture I painted, commonly known as a fake, a few words.

Are all these people blind? Or can Miss Su's paintings already be fake?

If so, it's an even more terrifying ability than turning a stone into gold.

The young master is not a married lady, this is a mobile gold mine.

"Miss Su, this is really, really painted by you?"

Tang Ling felt that her knowledge had been challenged today.

If these rich people don't understand, then what about those experts, are they also blind?

Hearing Tang Ling's question, Su Yun hurriedly put his hand to his lips and said, "Shhh." Make a silent gesture.

"Don't be heard".

looked at Su Yun's eyes wide open, with an expression of worrying that what he was doing would be heard by others, and he would not be able to sell it for a large price.

Tang Ling's expression changed back and forth.

Taotao looked at her sympathetically.

The owner is always unknowing, pumping someone else.

It's okay, just smoke and get used to it.

There was a lot of coaxing and shouting off the field, and Chairman Wan and Huang Baili did not give in to their bids.

Finally, Chairman Wan made a ruthless move to 300 million.

There was a lot of bombing on the field, and they exchanged heads.

"Last year, at the Valeles auction in the United States, a Yuan blue and white Guiguzi downhill picture jar was auctioned for 230 million, which is currently the highest price of antiques in China in the world.

Looks like it's going to be broken today. ”

"I didn't expect Wan Yao to be so generous today, didn't he take out all the liquidity in their company."

"You are underestimating the Wanwan Group, their group's liquidity must be ten times that of this amount."

The speaker gestured three fingers.

"It's all about opening a company, who doesn't know, the most withdrawn funds can't be more than one-tenth, otherwise if something happens, it will cause irreparable losses to the company."

The listener nodded: "That's why Wan Yao seems to be really bound to this picture today."

I don't know if Mr. Huang is still following."

Others were shaking when they watched Chairman Wan hold up the bidding sign, but they still raised it firmly.

So following the question in their hearts, everyone stared at Huang Baili's hand.

Huang Baili's hand holding the bidding sign wanted to be raised and pressed down, but it looked a little shaky.

He knew that Wan Yao knew antiques, unlike him, when he saw the limelight, he wanted to spend a lot of money to smash it in.

Stir up the price.

Last time, he still lost millions of dollars in the blue-glazed plum vase of the Yuan Dynasty, so you can know how accurate Wan Yao's vision is.

Since Wan Yao is so optimistic about this bottle, he even does not usually act so generously.

He must not fall behind, let Wan Yao get the bottle, he will use this picture to wash away the last time Wan Yao ridiculed him as a dealer in antiques, not a collector at all.

Who said that collectors can't fry antiques, he called it, it's called hiding and raising Tibet, yes, that's what I said, Wan Yao don't want to snatch antiques from me.

Especially this priceless ancient painting.

So Huang Baili, who had this idea, finally raised the sign in his hand a little shaky.

"Three hundred and ten million".

There was a commotion off the field.

didn't notice that during this time, Su Yun seemed to have left Huang Baili a little time to think about the price.

And after Huang Baili raised the price, he made the final decision and gave him this picture.

There was no auction master, and everyone on the field glued their eyes to the bidding board, so they didn't notice Su Yun's small movements.

In fact, Su Yun took this picture to Huang Baili because just now, when the price just exceeded the total price of Han Cheng Cheng, Han Cheng on the second floor shouted angrily.

"Uncle Huang!"

It turned out to be someone invited by Han Chengcheng, and Su Yun decided to sell him this fake of hers.

When Huang Baili heard that he had taken this picture, he stood up happily and danced with his hands, and there was no pain in cutting his heart and lungs when he raised the sign just now.

Chairman Wan left in a hurry, and everyone else left one after another.

Su Yun was waiting in the auction hall to get her auction proceeds.

The doors of the auction begin to open from the inside out.

Su Yun listened to the sound of the electric gate humming and starting to fall, and knew that it didn't count if someone was going to speak.

"Miss Su, the mobile phone has no signal."

Tang Ling was very alert to the danger of this atmosphere, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call for help, but found that the mobile phone signal was blocked.

Su Yun nodded "yes". The face is still calm.

But when Taotao knew that someone was arranging a formation around here, and the target was her, she also sank into a snow-white face.

Han Chengcheng followed Han Tianlin down from the second floor.

Han Tianlin seemed to see Su Yun for the first time, and looked at her from top to bottom.

"You are Su Yun?"

"The murderer of my son?"

His countenance was trying his best to control the hideous features that were rapidly deformed by hatred, and he asked himself not to reveal his hatred in front of his great killer.

"I'm Su Yun, your son was not killed by me, he was killed by the unjust soul of a woman he once hit and killed."

Han Tianlin laughed loudly, and then suddenly stopped laughing wildly, "Do you think that if you are begging for mercy now, I will let you go?" ”

He understood Su Yun's calm and calm as a fear of judging the situation and making friends with showing weakness.

"I didn't shirk or beg for mercy.

I'm not prevaricating, I'm telling the truth.

Your son has killed someone, and I believe you know about it, and your family must settle it with money.

But people are doing it, the sky is watching, your son hit someone to death, and he still wants to continue to live unharmed, doesn't he think it's unfair to the dead?

What's even worse for him to be alive is that he is still driving in that area as usual, so if he doesn't die, the ghost can't look past it." (To be continued.) )