As the voice sounded, many people couldn't help but look for the bidder, a man, probably in his thirties, holding his number plate, his face was calm and calm.

Wu Di was very surprised, the original 150,000 yuan reserve price of the lot, the first bid directly rose to 200,000 yuan, and each increase in the price originally only cost 1,000 yuan, I don't know if this person really likes this red pine, bamboo, plum and jade pot spring bottle, or is rich is capricious.

Ding Xiang was also full of shock, although he knew that these antiques were very valuable, but he had never had an intuitive impression, but he had seen similar scenes from the treasure appreciation column on TV a few times, but the immersion made people feel more sensory.

"Thirty-two, bid 200,000 yuan!" The auctioneer raised his hand and said loudly, before the second bidder had raised the number plate.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Suddenly, as if with a sound, everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the sound again, this time to an elderly man.

"Sixteenth, two hundred and fifty-five thousand!" The auctioneer's eyes lit up and he immediately began to place an offer.

This auction is about an atmosphere, if it is hot, it is more than whose price is higher, whose voice is bright, and whose momentum is enough.

It didn't take long for the bottle to be sold for 230,000 yuan.

Originally, the auction opened with some unattractive lots, and the prices were often not high, which served as a warm-up.

But who knows that the first lot will heat up the atmosphere, and I don't know if the organizer did it on purpose, and said that there are other reasons.

However, Wu Di really has no interest in the jade pot spring vase, how to say these things, radish and cabbage have their own loves, some like porcelain, some like bronze, some like calligraphy and painting, and even like some strange things.

I just came for the hundred-year-old snow lotus, and as for other things, I really didn't have any interest.

However, Zhang Guangben and Tie Defeng seem to be in good spirits and are engrossed, they are older people, they are still more interested in that kind of old antiques, and they will discuss in a low voice from time to time, comparing their eyesight, but it is just that they are addicted to the eyes and mouth, not that they really have no money, but that they have no hobby of collecting.

It's just that Qiao Xiaoshu has been a little silent since he entered this auction hall, although he couldn't see anything on his face, but he just sat quietly on the side, neither participating in Zhang Guangben's discussion, nor making other moves, thoughtfully.

In fact, this kind of performance is very normal, the purpose of coming this time is to treat the disease, and to use the snow lotus in medicine, but I have been an official for many years, but I can't take out this money at all, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

And he is sitting here now, all because of Wu Di, he wants to help him buy medicine, although he has never said much, but he always feels a sense of debt to Wu Di.

This feeling has become more and more intense since the auction, sitting here, my heart is disturbed, and I really don't know how I should accept Wu Di's gift in the end.

Ding Xiang participated in this kind of occasion for the first time, watching the lots being auctioned one by one, listening to the sound of bidding one by one, his eyes lit up, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and his little face became red because of excitement.

"Hey! Wu enemy! When will the snow lotus you want to shoot be filmed? Ding Xiang approached Wu Di and asked in a low voice, now her heartbeat has accelerated, listening to the bidding bids one after another, as if this money is like not wanting money, shouting casually, saying casually, and suddenly remembering that Wu Di next to her is also a bidder.

"Soon, it seems to be the twelfth lot, right?" Wu Di thought about it, these things had already been written in the catalogue of the auction before, and there were relevant introductions, but he didn't look at them seriously at that time, just had a general impression.

"How much is that? Wouldn't it have to be hundreds of thousands, right? "Ding Xiang has just seen the lots, the highest transaction price has broken one million, but think about it, Wu Di seems to be just a medicinal herb, and after thinking about it, I don't think it will be expensive, even if I heard that it is a century-old snow lotus.

"This --- will look at it later, who knows how much it will cost!" Wu Di shrugged his shoulders: "Hey, what is that?" ”

"Huh?" Ding Xiang turned his head and looked at the booth in front of him, where someone had brought up a painting, followed by a close-up of the painting on the LCD screen.

This is an oil painting, what is different, Ding Xiang can't see it, he only feels that the decorative paintings he has seen from a certain treasure are very similar, the dim yellow tone, can only vaguely see that it seems to be a river, there is a boat on it, and then the sky seems to be a sunset, looking hazy.

"The next lot, I believe you have already seen it from our previous catalogue, yes, this is the work of Monet, the French painter, the representative of Impressionism and one of the founders!"

"Monet's use of color is quite delicate, and he has used many paintings with the same theme to show the perfect fusion of color and light, often depicting the same object at different times and in different light."

The voice of the auctioneer Wu Long echoed in the entire auction hall through the role of sound, and he was a little excited when he talked about this oil painting, where can the auctioneer's level be reflected? Of course, it was on the lot that was auctioned off by his hand.

If an auctioneer always appears at the kind of auction with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands, he is destined to be only a second-rate auctioneer, but if he can fetch a sky-high price, then naturally, the status of the scenic spot will rise, and fame and fortune will be gained!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think many of you should have observed Master Monet's "Sunrise Impression", that painting is depicting the scene of watching the sunrise in the morning fog of the port of Averle from a distance, although this flower is not as famous as the "Water Lilies" system, but it is "Sunrise Impression" that has established his status as an impressionist master!"

"Now please take a look at the painting we are going to auction today, it is still the port of Affler, and it is still watching from a distance, but from the sunrise in the early morning to the sunset time in the sunset, the name of this painting is "Sunset Impression"!"

"The same Monet's masterpiece, the same place, the same treasure of impressionist painting, naturally extraordinary!"

Wu Long's voice subconsciously raised a little, and even he could feel that the emotions of these participants in front of him were mobilized, and even they were ready to move, and took a deep breath.

"The starting price of this Monet master's "Sunset Impression" is 5 million yuan, and the price increase is still not less than 1,000 yuan each time, and the auction will start below!"

In the end, Wu Di's voice turned out to be sonorous and powerful.

"Five million one hundred thousand!"

"Five and a half million!"

"Five million eight million!"

Ding Xiang was stunned when she listened to the rising auction price, the most valuable lot before was auctioned for 1.9 million, but now it has directly broken through the 6 million mark, but she was directly stunned the next moment.

"Twenty million!" Someone actually skipped so much money and directly pulled the auction price to a height of 20 million, and even Wu Di turned his head to look at it.

The foreign girl I watched in the cafeteria in the morning was taken by her, but it was the translator she hired who shouted the price, and she seemed to be a little excited, her voice was hoarse, and her face was red and her neck was thick.

This voice sounded, and the entire auction hall was silent.

(End of chapter)