"Mr. Chen, you're here. ”

In all the buildings of Poly Auction House, Manager Wang, who noticed Chen Hu's arrival, hurriedly greeted him warmly and greeted.

"Hello, Manager Wang, let me take a look, after all, this is the first time to participate in this kind of thing. Chen Hu nodded slightly and replied with a smile.

"Hopefully, you won't be disappointed. Manager Wang punned.

"Then I'll borrow your good words. ”

After that, Chen Hu was led to the auction hall by Manager Wang and sat down in a relatively back position.

After all, he was here to see, not to participate in the auction, so he was not interested in coming forward.

Immediately, Chen Hu let go of his gaze and observed the environment of the auction hall - similar to the one depicted in the film and television drama, it was an empty-looking hall, and on the basis of vacating the doorway, chairs were placed along both sides of the door, and number plates were placed on them for the people sitting on the chairs to participate in the auction and raise prices.

Directly in front of it is a low platform resembling a podium, with a rectangular podium in the center, on which a microphone is placed, and a large screen hangs on the large wall facing the main door behind the podium for the master of ceremonies to introduce the lots.

At this time, there were already many people sitting in the auction hall, all dressed in suits and leather shoes, dressed very spiritually, and showing a successful style under the backdrop of assistants or female secretaries around them.

However, to Chen Hu's surprise, he actually saw an acquaintance inside. Of course, it's the kind of acquaintance he knows, but the other party doesn't know him. It's none other than the film and television actor Wang Gang, the guy who starred in the whip play and the gentleman, who was rich and a little dignified and sat in the front row, and from time to time he had to laugh in a low voice with several men around him, and he didn't know what novel jokes he was talking about.

But no matter what it was, it had nothing to do with Chen Hu, so after looking at the other party in surprise, he withdrew his gaze and fiddled with his mobile phone.

There were no acquaintances in the hall, and he didn't want to sit there and wait.

Fortunately, the waiting time did not last long, that is, about twenty minutes, as the personnel arrived, a male auctioneer with white gloves and a big back comb, very Hong Kong style, walked up to the auction table, coughed lightly and tried a little, and at the same time attracted all the attention of the field to himself, so he smiled and began to host the auction.

"You are welcome to take time out of your busy schedules to attend our Autumn Auctions this quarter. I am auctioneer Zheng Yu, and I will preside over this special auction of calligraphy and painting for you. ”

"Without further ado, let's start the auction now. ”

"Please for the first lot. ”

"This work is called "Flowers in the Court", which is made by Lin Fengmian, a famous modern painting and calligraphy, and the whole painting is ...... long."

At the same time, with the introduction of the auctioneer, the specific situation and real content of the painting are also displayed on the large screen on the back wall, so that all the bidders in the resale can enjoy it and decide whether to bid for it.

“...... The reserve price is 3 million, and the price shall not be less than 10,000 yuan each time, and the auction will start now. ”

"3.2 million!"

"Bid, bid, bid 3.2 million on the 16th, there is no competition, and there is no competition......"

"3.3 million. ”

"3.3 million, 3.3 million, is there still a higher price?

"3.4 million. ”

"3.5 million. ”

"4 million ......"

After some price competition, this strange-looking work, which Chen Hu didn't appreciate anyway, was finally sold for 6.7 million.

Then the female guest holding the painted cheongsam came off the stage, and another female guest came to the stage with the sale and started the introduction.

One, two, three......

Finally, after six, seven or eight pieces, the "Hundred Flowers of Jiayuan" provided by Chen Hu was sent.

Although the position is not up or down, it is not the finale, but as a noisy atmosphere, it completely sets off the atmosphere of the ancient calligraphy and painting masterpieces behind, under the call of Mr. Zhang Daqian's name, it still immediately changes the atmosphere in the field, and all the bidders cheer up and are ready to participate in this auction.

"The reserve price is 8 million, and the price increase shall not be less than 10,000 yuan each time, and the auction will start now!"

When the words fell, a man who looked like someone's assistant held up his clap and said, "10 million!"

"12 million. ”

"15 million!"

"20 million!"

Without the auctioneer using an exaggerated tone to stir up the atmosphere and provoke the auction desire, the value of the painting provided by Chen Hu began to rise one after another, and it was about to break through the 40 million mark, so that Chen Hu, who was in the back row, clenched his fists, his eyes widened, and he looked excited, which aroused the idea of the security guards patrolling the back row, and slowly moved his mind to stop near Chen Hu, so as not to cause him to break out......

What, this is treating Chen Hu as a dangerous element.

But it's no wonder that others misunderstood, who told him to behave a little bit of a tycoon, and in the back row, where a mix of people gather, it's no wonder that the security guards will pay attention to him.

At this time, the price competition continued, and the price had exaggerated to more than 50 million in value. However, for Zhang Daqian's paintings, which sold for 190 million Hong Kong dollars for a single painting in 2011, equivalent to nearly 160 million yuan, have not yet reached the peak, and there is still a lot of room for growth, and it is still worth looking forward to.

It's just a pity that the auction atmosphere on Poly's side is still a little weaker, and the people participating in the auction are not as good as those in Xiangjiang, and the mainland is quite rational in spending money in this regard - at least it is difficult to auction at a sky-high price when there are no foreigners to follow the auction or someone deliberately raises the price, so when the entire painting is sold for more than 60 million, the heat will drop, and no matter how exciting the auctioneer is, there will be no fierce competition.

Therefore, when the auctioneer finally dropped the hammer, the whole painting was sold for more than 67.73 million, which was only a little higher than the 63.82 million "Empty Walking Mother" that was auctioned out.

But this is still a sky-high price for Chen Hu, whose assets are only more than 1 million, and even more so that his bank deposits did not exceed 200,000 before, which makes him excited, and the emotions on his face are difficult to suppress.

"It's gone, it's gone!It's gone!!No, I'm going to calm down, calm down!"

Chen Hu took a big breath, and then slowly spit out under the nervous gaze of the security guard next to him who thought he was going to make trouble, so that his emotions could calm down as much as possible.

"Too on the stage, the strain is non-stop, the evil spirit binds the charm, the life is protected, the wisdom is clear, the mind is peaceful, the three souls are permanent, and the spirit is not lost......"

Chen Hu couldn't help but silently recite in his heart the meditation mantra that he learned from Uncle Jiu and used to purify his body and mind, eliminate distracting thoughts, and stabilize his mind when learning talismans.

The effect was very obvious, and in just a moment, Chen Hu's thoughts calmed down, even if his heartbeat was still a little too fast, and he no longer had the appearance of being emotionally explicit before.

"It's done! This time, I don't have to spend money on my plans. ”

Then the corners of Chen Hu's mouth twitched, and a touch of distress appeared in his eyes.