As the drums started, Liu Yunxiang saw that almost all the red cards were raised in this circle. She asked Chen Chong to raise them too. At this time, the guys of Avon Xuan quickly went outside the box where the sign was raised.

The drum sounds again and the price changes are started.

"Boss, how much do we write?"

Liu Yunxiang thought about it and must be able to win the price of this painting, "10,000 taels."

"Ah?" Chen Chong couldn't help but be surprised again.

His boss has no idea whether he has money. Last time, he asked for 10,000 taels of gold-thread jade clothes, but in the end she gave them. After the name was launched, a piece of clothing was only more than a thousand taels.

This time she opened her mouth for another 10,000. Didn’t she know that ordinary people may not earn 100 taels in their lifetime, and the annual salary of court officials is not 10,000 taels.

"Write it!" Liu Yunxiang said.

Seeing that the boss was so sure, Chen Chong had to write and hand over it over.

The envelope gathered in the hands of the host. He opened one and sang on the spot: "The number seven of the Tianzi, three thousand taels!"

As soon as the sound came out, there was a burst of 3,000 taels below.

As the envelopes opened one by one, there were more than 3,000 taels, such as the 5,000 taels from Tianzi No. 1. When everyone thought that there would be no higher price than this, the host opened another letter and was stunned for a moment, and looked upstairs at the same time.

"Uh, Tianzi No. 3, 10,000 taels."

At this moment, I was quiet for a while before a noise broke out.

"Buy a painting for 10,000 taels. Tianzi No. 3 has a gold mine!"

"The key is that it is 5,000 taels higher than the highest price offered by others. Isn't this a sucker?"

"Has this Tianzi No. 3 not been bid for? Obviously there is no experience!"

"I'm curious now which one of the Emperor No. 3 is."

Someone asked, "It's Nanmozhai."

"Nan Mozhai? I haven't heard of it!"

"It's said it's a new one."

Chen Chong lowered his head and said regretfully: "Boss, we can buy it by writing 5,000 taels, and now there are a lot more."

"Well, don't panic." Liu Yunxiang said calmly.

The second picture is a preface written by Qi Zihe, a calligrapher of the Southern Dynasty. When the host picked up the scroll, the scholars below were lit up and they began to swallow their saliva excitedly.

"Everyone knows that Qi Zihe, a calligrapher in the Southern Dynasty, created the Orchid School of Calligraphy. Every word he wrote was like an orchid, and each orchid had a different momentum. The overall article would not look fancy or whistle or messy. After the Southern Dynasty, the Orchid School of Calligraphy declined, and it can be considered lost now."

When the host said this, he held the scroll in his hand and turned around, and then said: "There are not many works left in Qi Zihe in the world, and even fewer are preserved intact. This has caused great difficulties for future generations to study Lan School calligraphy and Qi Zihe's calligraphy. The preface of this article has 120 words, and its value can be imagined."

After starting to beat the drum, the second floor wanted to bid for the red card. Chen Chong glanced at it and whispered: "There are almost no ones that fell."

Liu Yunxiang asked him to play cards, "Twenty thousand taels."

Chen Chong choked crisply, "Boss, have you ever studied ancient calligraphy and painting?"

"without."

“Do you know its common price?”

"I don't know."

Chen Chong slowly breathed out, but wrote 20,000 taels on the envelope and handed over it.

The host started singing and selling, five thousand taels, eight thousand taels, ten thousand taels, twenty thousand taels... The voice stopped abruptly, and the host couldn't help but look at Room 3 again, then excitedly said: "Twenty thousand taels, Room 3 20,000 taels!"

The scholars below stopped making trouble. When they were ten thousand taels, they still thought it was real money. When they were twenty thousand taels, they thought it was just a number.

In the end, naturally no one paid higher than Room 3, so he won the picture without any suspense.

The people who bid for other houses asked their servants to inquire about the origin of this No. 3 room. The price was outrageously high, and they caught them off guard.

"Nan Mozhai?"

"When will Beijin have a Nanmozhai?"

"Who is the boss? Who is the origin? A man or a woman?"

"I don't know anything?"

In Room No. 1, Pei Rong shook the fan in his hand and curled the corners of his mouth, "Interesting."

The servant next to him had a bitter face, "We haven't bought one yet, you find it interesting."

Pei Rong shook his head: "We are businessmen, and we don't do lose money. If we exceed the value it can bring, then there is no need."

"So, according to what you said, Room No. 3 must be a young man who can't do business?"

"It's probably true."

Next is the last work of the old man Jin Chaozongshan. The host brags first as usual, and the people below were excited and ready to go, but there was not enough money in their purse.

When the price was revealed, almost everyone was looking forward to the bid for Room 3. It was indeed a high price, half higher than others. The winning was without any suspense, and it made people even more curious about who Room 3 was.

Then the fourth and fifth paintings were all the way to the last painting, and the host became more and more interested. After all, there were room No. 3 who was so generous that they were a little silly, so they made a lot of money.

The last one was still bought at Room 3 for 20,000 taels. When the host decided to make a statement, everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

"In just a moment, how much money will be spent on Room No. 3?"

"I was stunned."

"Hey, I have a calculation, this number."

The man stretched out his finger and gestured to a number, and there was a sound of air sucking around him.

"All ten paintings are collected, and we can only salivate."

"Qi Zihe's narration!"

"Zhang Jian's "Lishan Tu"!"

"The painting of Mr. Zongshan!"

This breath turned into a wail again. Scholars were possessed by these calligraphy and paintings, just like smoke and wine, and wine was so itchy that it was so good.

At this time, a tall, silly-looking man came onto the stage, "Everyone has offended you."

He first bowed to the bidders on the wing room on the second floor, and then bowed to the scholars below.

"Owner, is this the boss of Nanmozhai?" In Room No. 1, the servant asked Pei Rong.

Pei Rong looked at the people on the stage and shook his head, "No."

"You know?"

"This man has a little less temperament."

The servant thought for a while and nodded, "I should have the temperament of being able to pay 150,000 taels to buy a few paintings, but I guess I'm a little stupid."

Pei Rong lowered his eyes, "I'm very curious about this person, too."

"I'm also curious... Hey, boss, where are you going?"

"Let's go and meet this person!"

Pei Rong was in Room 1, and No. 3 was separated by No. 2, but when he passed by, Room 3 was empty. At this time, Chen Chong downstairs spoke again.

"The next day, we, Nanmozhai, held a collection of elegant paintings in Qingyuan, from fifteen to twenty-five, and displayed one of these ten paintings every day."

Before Chen Chong finished speaking, the lower part was already shouting.

"Don't joke, boss, you are really willing to show them one by one?"

"If you want to say this, we must take it seriously!"

"Yes, we'll all go by then. If you don't show it, we'll be ruining the situation!"

Chen Chong hurriedly suppressed his hand and said, "Don't worry, everyone, listen to me first. Our Qingyuan Ya Ji is an activity for all students to communicate with each other's literary talent and relax before the exam. At that time, we will include ten poems and essays and rated them as the top ten, and of course we will be reviewed by you."

"What if we only read paintings and not write poetry?" someone asked.

Chen Chong said: "This is your freedom, we will not interfere!"

"If you say so, I'm afraid that the 30,000 students gathered in the Northern Jin Dynasty will participate. Can you give it to me?"

The servant here listened to Chen Chong's words and became more confused the more he listened. "Boss, what are they trying to do?"

Pei Rong didn't understand, "Yes, what are they trying to do?"
Chapter completed!