Looking at those foreigners and those rich children scolding the young staff of the History Museum just now, Hua Feng felt that he was a little pitiful, but he still admired his courage very much. 【Fengyun Reading Network. When I looked at the auction venue again, there were some bidders who were whispering. Everyone else looked at the big screen in front of them, and when Hua Feng looked at the screen, it was a landscape painting about Guilin's landscape painted by Zhang Siqian, a very famous southern landscape painter in modern times. And the painter's framing is the beautiful scenery of Guilin on the top of 20 yuan, and there is a line of majestic Yan characters next to it.

"Guilin's landscapes are the best in the world."

Although Hua Feng is not a painter, he doesn't know how to appreciate the specific beauty inside. However, when I saw this painting, my eyes felt very comfortable, as if I was in the mountains and rivers of Guilin. However, when he looked down at the auction venue, he still heard the rich people or antique painting lovers below talking about it.

Sure enough, it is the genuine work of Zhang Siqian, and it is worthy of being one of the most famous landscape painters of the Southern School of landscape painting. Once upon a time, I had only seen a fake of this painting, but I didn't expect to finally have the opportunity to see the real thing, but I didn't know that the bidder would succeed in bidding. ”

"This painting is a testament to the characteristics of the Southern School of landscape painting, where there is a painting in the poem and a poem in the painting."

"If the auction goes back, there should be more room for appreciation after a few years."

"However, I think it is very likely that the inscription next to that painting was not written by Zhang Siqian himself, or maybe it was inscribed by his former friend." ……

"That's it! Everyone watched for another ten minutes, and the following is the official second auction item, which is a famous masterpiece of Zhang Siqian, the most famous landscape painter of the Southern School of landscape painting. As for the information about Zhang Siqian's great painter, everyone should also read it. The auction starts below, with a starting price of 50 million RMB, and an increase of 5 million each time. The auctioneer exclaimed.

"Fifteen million." A middle-aged man held up the No. 1 bid card and said. And just now through Zhou Cong's introduction, I learned that the middle-aged man was one of Zhang Yina's father's assistants. It's just that because Zhang Yina's father is busy expanding his branch abroad, he has no time to come back.

"Sixty million."

"Eighty million." ……

"Fifteen million." One of the assistants, who is still Zhang Yina's father, said. It's just that at this time, there is no one bidding with him. The auctioneer looked at the bidders below, and now there was already the same fierce bidding as before, and knew that the value of the painting was almost here. However, the result of this bid also surprised the auctioneer.

"Fifteen million, for the first time."

"Fifteen million, the second time."

"Fifteen million, the third time." The auctioneer had just finished speaking, and was about to raise the gavel to strike. A middle-aged woman in the corner with a jeweled plaque holding a No. 96 plate said.

"Wait. 110 million. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man with a No. 1 card would have successfully bid for this painting, but he didn't expect to be intervened in the end. At this time, one of Zhang Yina's father's assistants, if the price was increased, it would not be in line with the material value of the painting. However, as a complex assistant, he still called his boss to ask for instructions to see what the boss's decision was, and then make a decision. It's just that when the assistant finished speaking, the voice on the other side of the phone was only one word.

"Plus."

"Eleven fifteen million."

"120 million." A middle-aged woman in the corner, who was still holding a No. 96 plate in a jeweled room, said, and looked around arrogantly. In the eyes of Zhou Cong and Zhu Renyi, do you think that this rich woman has a little white face suitable for her?

"One hundred and twenty-five million."

The middle-aged man held up the No. 1 bid card and said firmly. And at this time, I wanted to see if the lady and the middle-aged man would still bid, but I didn't expect that when I looked over, she no longer had the proud face just now, and it seemed that the highest price she offered was also that price. And this price has completely surprised the auctioneer and those other bidders.

"One hundred and twenty-five million, for the first time."

"One hundred and twenty-five million, the second time."

"One hundred and twenty-five million, the third time."

"The deal was sold, and the No. 1 brand was successfully auctioned." The auctioneer picked up the mallet on the rectangular table and struck it, and said loudly to the bottom. The bidders at the auction venue began to talk about it, and in their opinion, few Chinese paintings would fetch such a high price. And most people are speculating that the family has so much money to invest in Chinese painting. And the more Hua Feng looked at it, the more frightened he became, when he was in the countryside, if the family of 100,000 yuan was already a rich village, he didn't expect that after coming to Shanghai, almost every time the children of those rich families spend, almost all of them started from 10,000 yuan, and it seems that the gap between the rich and the poor in the Da area and the poor area is too big.

For the remaining 20 or so auction items, Hua Feng just watched as those rich bidders kept bidding, and among them, except for a small number of successful bidders who were successfully auctioned by those foreigners, most of them were successful bidders from China. At this time, there were only four auction items left in this auction, and the fourth to last was the treasure handed down by the Zhou family that Zhou Cong wanted to bid.

When Hua Feng looked at the screen, it was the magnified treasure - the ink inkstone. And Hua Feng learned from the pictures and introduction that this ink inkstone is not an ordinary ink inkstone, and its owner is the ink inkstone used by Zhou Wenbin, one of the four great talents in Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty. And the whole body of the inkstone is dark green, which is said to be caused by the purest Xinjiang Hetian jade, and the value of Xinjiang Hetian jade itself is not expensive, but also the ink inkstone with cultural and historical value is even more expensive. At the bottom of the inkstone, there is a "Zhou Wenbin seal" seal, and the font on it is Zhou Wenbin's font carved into a seal. Hua Feng and a few people next to him looked at Zhou Cong strangely, and they couldn't imagine that Zhou Cong and that talented man were still related.

"You don't have to look at me like this, in the future, if you look for a picture of my ancestor Zhou Dacaizi, you will know that the appearance of me and him is simply the same. Alas! It's a pity, maybe I didn't inherit his literary talent, so even if I had a handsome face, I didn't get the attention of those beauties. Zhou Cong on the side touched his face and said beautifully. It's just that the crowd didn't even look at him, but still looked down to see how many people were interested in this antique. And the white-eyed wolf, who was well fed on the side, had already fallen asleep with his eyes squinted on the sand.