In fact, many people know that when playing with antiques, especially in the process of exchanging collections with each other, people are very particular about circles, and because almost no one knows who Li Zhe is.

Therefore, when the auctioneer took out the old objects signed by Li Zhe and the auction to display, Liu Yuhao found that not many people present noticed what those auctions were.

In the corner of his eye, Liu Yuhao caught a glimpse of Wu Lingsong secretly putting his hand on the armrest next to the seat, while his body trembled slightly, Liu Yuhao smiled faintly, he knew that this was a subconscious behavior of a person when he was nervous.

As Liu Yuhao expected, the obscure person is always the one who is the most hurt, and Li Zhe's first few lots have been sold without any suspense.

However, the jade plate of the beast (longevity) can be sold for 48,000 yuan, according to the current market price, the Hetian jade seed jade brand can not be said to be a loss at that price, but it is definitely not an ideal price.

"The next auction is the thirty-three Wat Year Ink."

After more than an hour of auction, because there was nothing exciting to sell, the auctioneer's mood was not very high, and he barely supported the ink of the year name provided by Li Zhe on the auction table.

But when the auctioneer's voice just fell, the whole audience was unwilling, and the auction scene composed of twenty or thirty people was suddenly chaotic, and some people even took the opportunity to heckle.

"Why didn't I see so many years of ink on the auction list at the beginning?"

A middle-aged man sitting not far from Liu Yuhao first raised the question in his heart, you know, this situation is not allowed in a formal auction.

"That's it, what's going on!"

"Well, you're going to have to give us an explanation today."

Because someone came out first, and immediately someone began to coax behind, and everyone was expressing their dissatisfaction in their hearts.

In recent years, the new favorite in the auction market has sprung up, but now this situation is clearly that buyers need to make a decision without getting started, and they will not bid or not.

Bidding on an object that he didn't know about was a very risky act at auction, and the middle-aged man obviously hadn't received the news beforehand, so the expression on his face was a little angry.

Not far away, a man in a black suit walked over and explained with a smile: "Sir, these years of ink were temporarily decided to be auctioned, please calm down." ”

Liu Yuhao, the black suit who stepped forward to stop the middle-aged man just now, has also seen it twice, and it should be Wu Lingsong's entourage.

It seems that his initial conjecture was correct, this auction was originally held by Wu Lingsong privately in the name of the Great Wall Club, not some antique exchange activity.

Liu Yuhao sneered in his heart, leaned sideways to He Xudong and said, "Second brother, I have seen all the ink of those years, it is a treasure." ”

"Why didn't I see those ancient inks just now?"

Through Liu Yuhao's words, He Xudong could also guess a rough idea, and he repeated the question again just to confirm what he thought in his heart.

Liu Yuhao looked back at Li Zhe, who looked a little nervous, and then turned around and smiled: "Second brother, in recent years, the market has become increasingly bullish on the market in terms of year names, and sellers are reluctant to trade privately, so some people have played small tricks." ”

"Ignorance!" He Xudong snorted expressionlessly and gave a two-word evaluation.

Liu Yuhao shook his head and smiled knowingly.

Fortunately, Wu Lingsong's main energy was focused on dealing with the incident just now, and he didn't know that he had received such a high evaluation from He Xudong, otherwise he might be so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.

I have to say that Wu Lingsong's subordinates are still very good at handling things, and it didn't take long for the two men in black suits to eliminate the anger of those disgruntled, and the auction returned to normal.

Liu Yuhao sighed slightly, took out his mobile phone and quickly sent a message: "I want all the thirty-three Wat years ink." ”

After sending the text message, Liu Yuhao glanced at Weng Xueyan, the girl flipped the page of the mobile phone, and quickly put it back in the bag, without looking back, stretched out her little hand like a green onion and made an OK gesture to the back.

Because everyone didn't have a hand on the thirty-three Wat Year ink, the auction was deadlocked at the beginning, except for the fat man who auctioned the blue and white dragon and phoenix pattern bottle bid three times in a row, there were almost few other people who responded.

He Xudong glanced at Liu Yuhao, who had a calm face, and asked strangely: "Fourth, didn't you say that those era inks are all treasures, why haven't you been seen?" ”

Liu Yuhao smiled and said in a low voice: "Second brother, do you guess that if I am in a hurry now, Wu Lingsong will be anxious with me?" ”

"Humph! Does he dare? ”

He Xudong glanced at Wu Lingsong with his peripheral eyes and sneered disdainfully.

Liu Yuhao shook his head and said with a smile: "It's one thing to dare or not, but it's another thing to increase the final transaction price a lot for no reason, I don't want to spend more money and do less." ”

After speaking, Liu Yuhao leisurely picked up the teacup beside him and tasted it as if he was nothing.

He Xudong was stunned for a moment, and then realized the meaning of Liu Yuhao's words, smiled faintly, and said, "You have a lot of ideas." ”

"The second brother has won the award, and he was really forced by Wu Lingsong to do it as a last resort!" Liu Yuhao waved his hand with a smile and said.

Because the appreciation of ancient ink is more important than looking, and those people present are all connoisseurs, so although they are not allowed to look at those years of ink at the auction now, some people with good eyesight can still see the new and old of the thirty-three wat inks by looking at the ink color.

After some consideration, the originally deserted scene became lively again, and several groups of people competed to bid, but this situation was something that Wu Lingsong never expected before.

"Eight million, I'll give eight million!"

The middle-aged man who was dissatisfied at the beginning was the first to raise the price of the more than 30 years of ink, and he went directly to eight million.

All ancient ink is more than 100 years old, no matter what kind of gloss was used in the original production, after a hundred years, the damage of its collection, the wear and tear of the play and the erosion of the air, its surface naturally shows a simple color.

The older it gets, the older and darker its color becomes. The middle-aged man must have seen something about it, so he offered such a high price.

"I'll give 8.5 million!" Immediately, the price of the auction was raised.

As long as you have played with ink, you know that the new ink is gray, although it is thick but not smooth enough, the old ink is pure black and smooth, and the color sense is thick. Moreover, at the scene of this kind of auction, people can find from a distance through the light that the new ink is uneven and glue, and its ink color is uneven.

The old ink in the auctioneer's hand is obviously an old object with a rigorous production method and a long time, and the glue is naturally uniform and the ink color is flat and you can distinguish one or two.

"Nine and a half million!"

Wu Lingsong's fat man clapped his hands and shouted out a price that he didn't expect at first, and after holding up the card, he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat that kept dripping from his forehead.

After all, among the people present, except for the experts invited by Liu Yuhao and Wu Lingsong, no one had seen those years of ink, so after the fat man shouted the sky-high price of 9.5 million, the audience was silent.

In the late Ming Dynasty, the southern Anhui region formed the center of the national ink-making, and the makers of Hui ink were divided into two major factions of Shexian faction, each faction formed its own ink products and demeanor, and a large number of ink-making masters emerged.

And whether the ink of those years came from which faction and whether it came from the hands of famous artists are the main factors that will affect the price in the future. Until these problems are clarified, it is obviously unwise to come up with another price higher than 9.5 million.

Of course, if some of the people present knew that there were six or seven pieces of "purple jade light" made by Cao Sugong in the ink of the 33rd Wat Year, it would be really difficult to say who would end up with it.

In fact, there were several times when Liu Yuhao wanted to raise his cards, but as soon as he thought that as long as he bid by himself, Wu Lingsong would follow suit, so he endured it every time.

But when he saw the careless Weng Xueyan shouting 9.5 million for the first time to the auctioneer holding up the hammer, still expressionless, Liu Yuhao couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, and said, "Hmph, the girl is quite bearable." ”

The auctioneer's forehead on the stage was shining brightly, at first he thought that today was over, and it was almost impossible to auction any high-priced collections, but now there are thirty-three wat years of ink, and the transaction price has almost reached 10 million.

"Commission, mother, I'm making money again today." The auctioneer excitedly waved the hammer, as long as the final word was made, he would not come to the Great Wall Club for nothing this time.

"Nine and a half million days"

When the auctioneer's voice trembled slightly and was about to shout out the third sale, Weng Xueyan raised the sign beside him like a warbler and said, "Thirteen million!" ”

"Thirteen million, is there anything higher than thirteen million?"

The auctioneer was suddenly excited, and waved the hammer in his hand again and again, if it weren't for so many people watching, he would have wanted to pick up those era inks and kiss them.

"Spicy next door, bad old man, good thing" Wu Lingsong scolded hatefully in his heart.

But what is the background of the Weng family, Wu Lingsong is also very clear in his heart, and after this year, he is about to go to the northwest to take office, if he offends the Weng family at this time, what awaits him, Wu Lingsong knows better than anyone else.

He Xudong gloated and laughed in a low voice: "This woman is too ruthless, and she doesn't leave any room for Wu Lingsong." ”

Now He Xudong already knows why Liu Yuhao has been so calm, it turns out that he has already found a helper in the field, and he is also a helper that Wu Lingsong does not dare to offend easily.

Damn, this trick is too good.