Chapter 011, Handwritten

Updated: 2012-12-1510:11:06 Word Count: 3530

Old Man Huang's true handiwork of Tang Bohu deservedly became the first of today's auctions, and the price soared directly to more than 97 million, which was more than 10 million higher than the original Tang Bohu's genuine handiwork at the Taiwan Red Sandalwood Auction, whether it was a political catwalk, or as Old Man Huang said, it was good to accumulate some yin virtue for future generations, and today he is the most popular one, and he will crush Ye Hongtu and Jiang Qianqian, the airborne Buddhas. Most of the people present today know that a zhèngf department is also divided into several factions, and there are some wavering neutrals, if Ye Hongtu and these people are in the limelight today, I am afraid that they will soon be able to pull these neutrals over, and then gradually increase their strength, and finally sweep out the people of the Huang and Xu families little by little, but most people did not expect that Old Man Huang would play such a play. The same Tang Bohu's authentic works, even if Fang Pinliang and Xu Hansong took them out today, the effect was definitely not so good. After all, Old Man Huang is a Taishan Beidou-like figure of GZ. I'm afraid that only he can really suppress Ye Hongtu and Jiang Qianqian, a group of dragons crossing the river from the north. The person in charge of the Red Cross did not expect that today's auction house was surprisingly successful, and the funds from the auction far exceeded his expectations, and this auction price could definitely be recorded in the proposal of the headquarters, becoming a classic case, standing on the stage with a smile on his face, and was about to announce the closing speech of today's auction

Old Man Huang's true handiwork of Tang Bohu deservedly became the first of today's auctions, and the price soared directly to more than 97 million, which was more than 10 million higher than the original Tang Bohu's genuine handiwork at the Taiwan Red Sandalwood Auction, whether it was a political catwalk, or as Old Man Huang said, it was good to accumulate some yin virtue for future generations, and today he is the most popular one, and he will crush Ye Hongtu and Jiang Qianqian, the airborne Buddhas.

Most of the people present today know that a zhèngf department is also divided into several factions, and there are some wavering neutrals, if Ye Hongtu and these people are in the limelight today, I am afraid that they will soon be able to pull these neutrals over, and then gradually increase their strength, and finally sweep out the people of the Huang and Xu families little by little, but most people did not expect that Old Man Huang would play such a play.

The same Tang Bohu's authentic works, even if Fang Pinliang and Xu Hansong took them out today, the effect was definitely not so good.

After all, Old Man Huang is a Taishan Beidou-like figure of GZ.

I'm afraid that only he can really suppress Ye Hongtu and Jiang Qianqian, a group of dragons crossing the river from the north.

The person in charge of the Red Cross did not expect that today's auction house was surprisingly successful, and the funds from the auction far exceeded his expectations, this auction price can definitely be recorded in the proposal of the headquarters, becoming a classic case, standing on the stage with a smile on his face, and was about to announce the closing speech of today's auction, when he saw a subordinate running over, whispering a few words beside him, the person in charge nodded, took a box handed over by his subordinate, and said with a smile: " Everyone, I'm sorry, there is another auction item today, which was temporarily sent from the headquarters, and I don't know what it is, so let's take a look at this last auction item together!"

Not only him, but the others present also looked at the box in his hand with curiosity.

The person in charge slowly opened the box, and the original smile on his face was also sluggish for a moment, and there was an incredible look in his eyes, and he glanced at Fang Weifeng sitting on the sofa with great meaning, before announced: "The last auction item is also a handwritten book. ”

"Handwritten?"

Everyone was stunned.

It is clear that even if it is a handwritten book of a contemporary master, I am afraid it will not be sold for a sky-high price, and there is no need to send it from the headquarters at all, unless it is the authentic handwriting of some ancient bigwigs.

Seeing that everyone's appetite was hung up, the person in charge slowly picked up the handwritten book in his hand, and said with a bright smile: "This handwritten book is our Mayor Fang's son, Fang Weifeng's handwritten handwriting, written in wild grass "Longzhong Pair", I have to say that Fang Dashao won the true biography of Mayor Fang, a handwritten handwriting is as tactful as a dragon, and the font is even more into the wood. ”

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Fang Weifeng's reputation in the south is not small, but after all, he is in the inner circle of the Ya, if it is not for the name of a mayor, I am afraid that he is not qualified to enter here at all, it can be said that Fang Pinliang's handwriting can be sold for a little money, but Fang Weifeng's qualifications are still a little worse.

Huang Jingming looked back at Fang Weifeng, and said with a stunned expression: "Fang Shao, which one are you playing?"

Fang Weifeng was also confused at the moment.

This poem "Longzhong Pair" was indeed written when he scribbled by hand, and he was thrown away in the dormitory after writing, why it appeared here, he was more confused than everyone else.

Su Hua, who was sitting in the distance, jumped up directly and said with a smile: "I think you want to be famous and crazy, right? Just write something fucking and throw it on the auction to auction? Not to mention a piece, even if it is given to Lao Tzu for nothing, Lao Tzu doesn't even take a look, it's really a superb." ”

"It's really a father and son," Ye Hongtu squinted and smiled: "Are you going to find the trust next to you and auction it for you?"

Lin Xiaobai, who had already made up his mind to spend a sky-high price to shoot it, was also stunned, and swallowed back the number that came to his mouth.

In contrast, the five people who parachuted in, Su Hua and Ye Hongtu don't seem to be officials, Ye Hongtu is a little better, especially Su Hua, who is like a bandit, and Ye Hongtu is gentle and elegant on the surface, but in his bones he is more domineering than Su Hua, glanced at Fang Pinliang, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I think, if Mayor Fang is not the mayor, it is not bad to sell paintings, it is not bad to sell words, a painting is hundreds of thousands, it will take a few years, and you can almost become the richest man in the world!"

The sarcasm was not obvious, but everyone present could hear five or six points.

People who are a little more shrewd know that Su Hua and Ye Hongtu are deliberately looking for trouble, nothing more than wanting Fang Pinliang's prestige to be minimized.

Fang Weifeng's face also sank slightly.

If Ye Hongtu and these people were aimed at him, he could still play with them slowly, but now it was Fang Pinliang, and he couldn't say anything if he opened one eye and closed one eye, so he slowly stood up and walked towards Ye Hongtu.

Lin Xiaobai, who knew Fang Weifeng's force value, blinked his eyes, shrunk his neck, looked at Huang Jingming and said, "Huang Shao, you said that Fang Shao would not be in the public, so you should abolish Ye Hongtu's miscellaneous pieces! ”

Huang Jingming's brows also furrowed slightly.

Fang Weifeng, who was smiling, walked up to Ye Hongtu, glanced at Ye Hongtu, stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture to Song Qingqing, and said with a gentle smile: "I don't know if it's an honor, please have a glass of wine?"

Song Qingqing looked stunned.

The others were also at a loss.

And on Ye Hongtu's face, the smile obviously became stiff.

Before Song Qingqing could react, Fang Weifeng had already taken her hand and gently pulled her up, and the other hand was holding her waist, and by the time Song Qingqing reacted, Fang Weifeng had already taken her to the other side.

Knowing that he had become a bargaining chip for Fang Weifeng to attack Ye Hongtu, and now there was no turning back, Song Qingqing also looked bitter, raised his head slightly, looked at Fang Weifeng's well-defined face, and said with a wry smile: "I am his fiancée." ”

"Soon it won't," Fang Weifeng shook his head and smiled.

Song Qingqing looked stunned.

"He's dangerous, and staying with him doesn't have much benefit," Fang Weifeng added with a smile.

Ye Hongtu's city is not shallow, but at this moment it is also on the verge of breaking out, the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife can be said to be incompatible, although it is said that the current Song Qingqing is not her woman, but at least nominally his fiancée, so he was intimately led by Fang Weifeng's posture, as long as he is still a man, he will definitely not be able to bear it, Ye Hongtu knows that Fang Weifeng's slap is to repay his own words, and he took a deep breath before he smiled: " I'll just wait and see what sky-high prices this pair of handwritten books can be fetched. ”

"This word is good, even my old man likes it," Old Man Huang, who was sitting next to Fang Pinliang, smiled and said, "I'll give out a million." ”

"Huang Lao, I, a layman, also like this character, so I have to grab it," Fang Tangjing, who was sitting in the corner, smiled and said, "Three million." ”

A few businessmen who had a good relationship with Huang Jingming got Huang Jingming's hint, and when Tang Jing finished bidding, he shouted directly: "Six million." ”

"Eight million. ”

After a round, a pair of handwritten books was directly mentioned to the sky-high price of 14 million, even if it is a masterpiece written by a contemporary great calligrapher, I am afraid that it will not even be able to auction one-tenth of this price.

Just as Old Man Huang was about to raise the price again, he heard an unfamiliar voice: "Twenty million." ”

Everyone turned their heads and saw Xu Zhengshan, who was smiling, walking in with his wife.

It was his wife who spoke.

An old man of the Huang family, a Xu Zhengshan, it can be said that these two people are definitely the Taishan Beidou of the entire GZ, and it is already great for one person to stand up and support Fang Pinliang's son, and now that both of them have jumped out, it can definitely make people think deeply, many people were shocked to find that Fang Pinliang's son seemed to have begun to enter their sight, not a simple son of Yanei.

Can an ordinary Yanai get the support of these two big shots? Can an ordinary Yanai be on a par with Ye Hongtu? Or even have a faint upper hand? Those who are not familiar with Fang Weifeng below have all begun to activate their minds, hesitating whether to increase the price once, but there are definitely not a few who really dare to take the risk of offending Ye Hongtu to curry favor with Fang Weifeng.

Song Qingqing, who had long known that Fang Weifeng was not simple, was shocked.

A handwritten book sells for 20 million? What is this concept?

"Mingyu Pavilion is out of 70 million," a man in his thirties sitting in the back row said slowly.

"The world of food is 80 million. ”

Others don't know, but Huang Jingming knows that the person behind this food world is Sophie, and what he is even more curious about now is who sent Fang Weifeng's handwritten book, obviously wanting to add fuel to the fire by slapping Ye Hongtu's group in the face, turned his head to look at Fang Weifeng, and said: "Boss, did you say it was Sister Su, or Yuxin Dashao sent it, as long as they are there, there is absolutely no need to worry about this thing not being sold at a sky-high price." ”

"Probably not," Fang Weifeng shook his head, thoughtful.

I went to an art exhibition with Yang Xiahe before, and my portrait appeared once, and now I have performed such a play, even if it is Fang Weifeng, I can't guess who is behind it.

Just when the price was called to 80 million, a middle-aged man with a strong Beijing accent slowly spoke: "120 million." ”

Outcry.

Xu Xingyue, who was sitting next to Fang Pinliang, was already sluggish.

Although she has always thought that her son is very good, but like now, the price of 120 million yuan for a random handbook is definitely something she can't think of.

The man with a strong Beijing accent stood up and said with a smile: "Our chairman said that she is determined to win this authentic handiwork, and I hope you will raise your hands and stop fighting," After speaking, he glanced at Ye Hongtu and several people intentionally or unintentionally, and continued: "Our chairman said that no matter how much money everyone present pays, she will take an extra 20 million photos of this authentic handiwork." ”

"This kid, I've got another surprise!" Old Man Huang shook his head and smiled.

"My heart is about to take it anymore, this kid," Fang Pinliang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Xu Xingyue turned her head to look at Fang Pinliang, and said with a look of disbelief: "You said that one of my son's handwritten letters really sold for 120 million?"

Fang Pinliang nodded.

Xu Xingyue said excitedly: "I knew that my son was the best, and I would call Xiaoyu when I turned around." ”

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