Shengda Hotel Ballroom.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Desheng Auction House contracted the entire Shengda Hotel, and the autumn auction officially began.

The bosses who received the invitation took their seats with the invitation letter.

Lu Yuan and Tang Rusheng also came.

Two people sat at a table in the back row of the ballroom.

Tang Rusheng was mentioning his face in his ear: "The last poetry brush meeting was at best just a familiar face for you in the Qingzhou circle." This time is different. Desheng Auction House is still very energetic. Every auction has a big impact. Of course, it is impossible for any celebrity to fall in love, and which celebrity has cheated on it, so everyone knows it and dominates the search list. The news of this circle is not destined to be well-known to ordinary people. No matter what you think, people's auctions really don't take ordinary people into account. People's circles are the kind that have purchasing power. ”

He paused, and then said, "This auction is very important to you. Your "Vermilion Bird Picture" is displayed, and there are many connoisseurs present, which gold owner does not bring two palms and eyes? Maybe their desire to buy this time is not hanging, but your level can at least be recognized in this province. I found someone to buy the painting. Of course, you can't fool people who understand, but these people who came today really have so many stupid people who don't know how to collect, but they rush in. Your paintings can stand up to scrutiny, so you can operate a few times, and you are far from "everyone", but you are famous in the province, and you can still do it. ”

The auction has been going on for a while.

In addition to a white jade lotus seed lid pot bottle at the beginning, the Qing Dynasty snuff bottle at the back, agarwood pen holder...... The guests were not interested.

The auction house is not optimistic about Lu Yuan's paintings, and of course will not do the finale.

The fifth piece is Lu Yuan's "Vermilion Bird Picture".

The auctioneer's words are still good. can be touted vigorously.

"And then the painting is amazing. The painter is young and promising, but the painter is perfect. This painting once showed its face at the Imperial City Academy of Fine Arts, and those professors, those painters in today's world, are full of praise. Everyone knows Mr. Chen Weiwang, a master of Chinese painting, right? It is a great painter who sold a pair of "Hundred Sons Fengyang" for 2 million last year, and he can't put it down for this painting. If Mr. Chen hadn't been abroad, he would have come today. Okay, without further ado, Lu Yuan's "Vermilion Bird Picture" has a starting price of 100,000 yuan, and the price increase is not less than 10,000 yuan each time!

The cheongsam girl came to the stage with a tray.

The cheongsam girl took the scroll from the tray.

Everyone was intrigued, and Mr. Chen was hailed as one of the three most expensive painters alive.

To be praised by him, to be so favored by him, everyone wants to appreciate it.

Long way?

Haven't heard of it.

Don't say whether you buy it or not, and don't want money to see it.

More than a hundred people, more than two hundred eyes stared at the scroll in the cheongsam girl's hand.

Crash......

The painting unfolds.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was eerie.

After a few seconds of silence, I don't know whose laughter caused a lot of laughter.

"Haha...... Is this a prank? Is there a show at the auction?"

"Good! A good picture of the Vermilion Bird, majestic and full of charm. My six-year-old son is willing to bow down!"

"Hahaha...... Mr. Zhang, you are really distracted. This is clearly the picture of the divine bird painted by Zhu Zhishan in "Tang Bohu Dots the Autumn Fragrance"! You see the free and easy way the chicken pecks the rice, and only the four great talents Zhu Zhishan can draw it. It's a treasure! It's an antique!"

"Hahaha...... Who is this road away? Is the illegitimate son of the owner of the Desheng Auction House? It's just funny!"

In the back row, Tang Rusheng had a blue face.

Lu Yuan's brows furrowed.

Painting is not a long way at all.

Take a look at this painting, a chicken with a stick pen, pecking rice with its head down, a sun on its head, a circle, and a few forks are considered sunshine.

This Nima is clearly just joking.

A five-year-old can draw it.

Someone dropped the bag!

Obviously, his paintings were dropped.

Tang Rusheng is not going to take the case yet, and before the matter is clear, there is still a measure to wait and see.

Lu Yuan is not panicking, the old god is here.

But the auctioneer was a little panicked.

How did this chick peck at Mitu?

It can't be fake, it can't be fake.

Lu Yuan's paintings, although they missed the early publicity, but the works sent for auction all have base pictures. And in order to reassure customers, the objects sent for auction are sealed with the owner's fingerprints.

As long as Lu Yuan goes to the court to sue, they will win the auction house, lose money and lose their reputation!

Who the hell did that?

In all these years, nothing so ridiculous has ever happened. Auction items dropped?

It doesn't matter who does it now.

What matters is how this auction "major accident" ends.

Directly admit that someone dropped the bag?

Don't make a fuss, as soon as you say this, who will dare to send Desheng in the future?

Is it a joke as everyone jokes, but no one is really stupid. Besides, can Lu Yuan agree?

In the corner, Chen Datong sneered and said to himself: "Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan, I want to see it, this picture of a chicken pecking rice, hehehe...... And no one is blind enough to buy it. ”

There are really people who are blind.

At this moment, someone raised a sign: "120,000!"

The quotation was resolute and did not hesitate at all.

Everyone's eyes looked at Liang Qingyun, and they were all a little confused.

Liang Qingyun himself was confused.

He hadn't seen the video of Lu Yuan on the Internet.

He also knew that Lu Yuan's paintings could be sent to auction, and there must be someone behind them.

But no matter how rubbish it is, it is impossible to be so wasteful when you can climb the table of Desheng, and you can teach Hou Minghao to practice calligraphy and painting in the Tang family.

As soon as this chick pecked Mitu out, it really made him cry and laugh.

But you have to think about everything on both sides.

They came to please Tang Solo.

The more rubbish Lu Yuan's paintings are, the more they give Lu Yuan a face.

After this painting was bought, there must have been a favor in Tang Duwu.

The more Liang Qingyun thought about it, the more excited he became: "140,000!"

The auctioneer's head was full of black lines: "That...... Mr. Liang, you don't have to bid with yourself. You have already reported 120,000. Is there any boss who is still ...... Belch...... Discerning ...... Markup?"

it!

I've been doing this for more than 10 years.

What are the duties of an auctioneer?

It's just a lot of boasting about the auction items.

100,000 is praised into 300,000, 300,000 is praised into 1 million, and it is sold in a flicker, which is called ability.

But for the first time today, the auctioneer felt a little guilty of conscience.

What is this?

There are fools bidding 120,000!

Discerning?

Blind, right?

"I'll give 150,000!"

Oh, I'm going, the blind are getting together?

The auctioneer looks at the person making the offer.

is next to Liang Qingyun, it is Zhou Dade.

Liang Qingyun: "180,000!"

Zhou Dade slapped the table: "This painting Lao Tzu looks pleasing to the eye, Lao Tzu is bound to win! 300,000!"

The two sang very happily, and they seemed to be red-faced, but they actually winked at each other for an unknown number of times.

In just a few minutes, "Chicken Peck Rice Map" has been raised to 530,000.

The auctioneer was a thriller.

I roared in my heart: You two stupid people are better than just buying 1230,000 yuan? You have risen one round at a time, and shouted more than 500,000 yuan. Paralyzed, this is to make the whole big news come out, right? If you look back and sue Yuanyuan, this matter will be exposed, and the bigger the news, the more miserable Desheng will be.

Well, okay, five hundred and thirty thousand has finally stopped.

The auctioneer was afraid that Liang Qingyun would increase the price again, and the little hammer would be fast.

Bang bang......

Triple hammering.

But when the second blow was hit, another voice sounded: "700,000!"

Directly added 170,000!

Where is there a neuropathy?

The auctioneer followed the voice, his brow furrowed.

This man is sitting in Zone A.

There are more than 100 bosses here today, and it is impossible for the auctioneers to know all of them.

But with more than a dozen people sitting in Area A, it is impossible for the auctioneer not to understand the background in advance.

This person's surname is Song, and his name is Song Yixiang.

He was a foreigner of Chinese descent who came here by chance when he returned to China for a vacation.

Not a neuropathy.

On the contrary, he is gentle and elegant, in a suit and leather shoes, polite, smiling, and calm.

Liang Qingyun and Zhou Dade glanced at each other, and the two gritted their teeth.

Liang Qingyun: "800,000!"

Song Yixiang smiled: "One million!"

Zhou Dade gritted his teeth and burst into a foul mouth: "Made, Lao Tzu said that this painting is bound to win." One and a half million!"

Song Yixiang still smiled: "Two million!"

Zhou Dade and Liang Qingyun were stunned.

Not only were they stunned, everyone was stunned.

What can two million buy?

You can buy a house of more than 100 square meters in the north of Shangjing.

You can buy a real antique that is old.

You can buy the most famous painter in the country, the painter who is still alive, and the most proud work.

Spend two million to buy a chick pecking at the rice chart?

Ya's brain has a pit!

Lu Yuan, who had been in the back row, frowned slightly.

He looked at Tang Rusheng: "Uncle, the person you arranged?"

Tang Rusheng shook his head slightly.

Lu Yuan's face was a little embarrassed. When the painting was dropped, the old god was there, and now he has a long face, but he is extremely blue.

Tang Rusheng: "Do you know who it is?"

Lu Yuan nodded.

Tang Rusheng sighed and gritted his teeth: "If you dare to draw that "Eight Horses", I will beat you to death!"

There can be no mistake.

Liang Qingyun and Zhou Dade bought paintings in order to show favor to Tang Sowu.

Song Yixiang has no reason, why did he give two million??

Do you really see the coquettishness of that chick?

Are you kidding!