The balding middle-aged man was not the first to hold up the auction sign. The first person to hold up the auction sign was Gao Yuemei. The original price was 10,000 yuan, but Miss Gao directly added 50,000 yuan, and the price increased instantly.

To 250,000.

"Bid 250,000 directly on the 19th!" The female auctioneer holding a dark brown auction hammer spread her hand towards Gao Yuemei.

Compared with real estate auctions and art auctions, charity auctions are more gentle and relaxed. You need to spend more time interacting with the auctioneers. However, the auctioneer did not control the time well in the first half, so the last lot in the first half was

She planned to seize the time, reduce the inducing sentences, and speed up the pace.

"Add 10,000 to 260,000 to the 28th!" the auctioneer said crisply.

"270,000!"

"280,000!"

"290,000!"

"The number 113 is 300,000! 300,000!"

Since Gao Yuemei directly increased the price by 50,000 yuan from the beginning, the price reached 300,000 yuan in just a few raises. Raising the price of this oil painting to 300,000 yuan was considered the first hurdle. After all, 300,000 yuan can make this painting by Wang Guangyi

It was not a loss to take the oil painting back, so the price of the painting stopped at 300,000 yuan.

The balding man in the audience was already covered in sweat with his hands holding the number plate, and there was also some sweat on his forehead and cheeks. He subconsciously said: "It's too hot!" Then he took out a tissue and wiped his cheeks.

A few years ago, he might not have taken this amount of money seriously, and it would not have been a fraction of what he lost in a night of gambling in Macau. However, the capital chain of a real estate development recently in Muyun Town has been broken, and now it has not even started construction.

No, the bank loan that was originally agreed upon was not forthcoming, which made the bald man very anxious. He later made inquiries and invited people from the bank to drink wine several times before someone else spoke up and asked him if he had offended Chairman Bai.

.

After the balding man heard this, he was really shocked. It was really done at home, and the blame came from the sky. He knew who Director Bai was, but how could his small real estate company have any conflict with Gao Yun Group?

The bald man tried to find a way to ask for a meeting several times, but the other party never gave him a chance. In desperation, the bald man could only seek medical treatment in a hurry. At this time, the bald man kept praying in his heart that no one would ask for the price, so that he could successfully take the oil painting. As for the

The balding man didn't take Cheng Mo's words seriously at all.

"The bid of 300,000 for No. 113 is there any extra?" the auctioneer asked loudly.

However, the balding man's wish came to nothing. At this time, Gao Yuemei raised her hand for the second time, and raised her hand again to sign for an increase of 50,000, "Three hundred and fifty thousand! The beauty on the 28th bid 350,000, and there are still people who want it."

Do you want to increase the price?" After a pause, the auctioneer began to introduce the oil painting again, "This is a very collectible series of oil paintings from the oil painting master Wang Guangyi."

At the same time, Bai Xiuxiu, who was in the presidential suite, saw Cheng Mo sitting at the last table in the banquet hall. He was twirling the bidding number in his hand with an expressionless face, as if he was ready to raise the sign at any time. The man with glasses sitting next to him faced

He said with a sarcastic smile: "Little handsome boy, this is probably the final transaction price, if Mr. He doesn't raise his sign."

Seeing that Cheng Mo didn't say a word, the man with glasses thought that Cheng Mo was too weak to speak, so he said to the balding man: "Mr. He, if you give me ten thousand and the other party doesn't increase the price, you might get this painting."

Got it! But the other party adds 50,000 yuan each time. He is determined to win this painting. I guess there is no chance of you even adding more."

The balding man hesitated for a moment, thinking that if the second glass sculpture changed hands, it would definitely not sell as well as the oil painting, so he hesitated for a while, and before the auctioneer counted down, he raised the number plate for the second time.

"No. 113 plus 10,000, 360,000, 360,000, is there any higher bid?" the auctioneer asked loudly.

Gao Yuemei raised the number plate again and signaled that it would be better to add 50,000, and the price soared to 410,000."

The balding man put down his number plate in some dejection, shook his head and said nothing. Miss Ma, who was sitting opposite Cheng Mo, saw that Cheng Mo was just a talker and didn't even move to raise the number plate. She became proud again and held it in for a long time.

Feeling unhappy, he vented his anger unscrupulously and said: "I'm pretty good at pretending, but my true colors are revealed as soon as I touch the real thing. I don't even dare to shout out the price, but I still want to pay one million. This is really the best thing I've heard this year."

What a joke."

Miss Ma actually didn't know why she wanted to target Cheng Mo so much. Maybe it was because she had never looked at this handsome guy with weak legs. Maybe it was because she was really frightened by the momentum and disdain of the handsome guy opposite her just now, so

When she found out that the other party was Chi Guoguo's big talker, Ms. Ma, who was also a big talker, was naturally furious.

The man with glasses also pretended to be relaxed and calmly joked: "Thank you, handsome guy, for not raising the price to one million and letting me have some soup."

Everyone else at the table also looked at Cheng Mo and chuckled, and some were shaking their heads, as if they regretted that although Cheng Mo had a good body, he didn't have enough brains.

Bai Xiuxiu, who was sitting in front of the TV, frowned when she saw the indifferent look.

Feng Luwan said: "This person can't really be so worthless. He plans to let Miss Gao buy an item at the highest price and complete two tasks at the same time, right?"

"Definitely not. If it were, Xiaomei would definitely not only add 50,000 yuan at a time."

Feng Luwan asked with some confusion: "Then what's the point of asking Miss Gao to do this?"

“You’ll know after you read it.”

At this time, the auctioneer stopped talking nonsense and started counting down: "410,000 times!"

"410,000 times twice"

Everyone thought the first half was about to end, and some were even ready to applaud. At this time, a man at the first table lazily raised his number sign and signaled that he would add 50,000.

The auctioneer was a little surprised and asked: "Sir, do you want to continue to increase the price?"

Wan Sheng raised his hand, but it was actually Wang Mingliang who smiled and nodded, then turned his head and said something in Xie Minyun's ear with a cheerful look on his face.

"The bid on the 9th is 460,000, 460,000. Does anyone want to raise the bid?" the auctioneer said loudly, and turned his attention to Gao Yuemei, who was sitting at the next table. However, Gao Yuemei just smiled.

The auctioneer could clearly understand that this lady was probably not raising her placard.

So he started the countdown without hesitation, and it was almost over. If it weren't for No. 19, this auction would have ended long ago. She added three to fifty thousand, and abruptly raised the auction price.

More than one hundred thousand

Naturally, the auctioneer didn't know that Gao Yuemei had already completed the task that Cheng Mo had assigned him to bid three times, increasing the price by 50,000 each time, so that he could retire with success.

Du Leng saw Xie Minyun quietly whispering to this man with slender eyes, and he raised his hand to make an offer. In addition, Wan Sheng had no interest in the painting at first, but Xie Minyun had been looking at the glass box with a focused expression.

This painting here also pays attention to the auction. It is obvious that Xie Minyun wanted this painting, so Wan Sheng must have wanted to take it to please Xie Minyun.

Thinking of the results of Yu Junshan's inquiry just now, saying that Wan Sheng had been pursuing Xie Minyun when he was in the capital, and his family background was relatively good, Du Leng secretly hated him. This was completely different from the hatred he felt towards Cheng Mo, and towards Wan Sheng.

Sheng's hatred was due to jealousy, but towards Cheng Mo, he just had a simple hatred, the kind of hatred he would feel towards a mosquito flying around him.

Du Leng felt that he could not surrender so easily. If he did nothing and let Wan Sheng take the things away and give them to Xie Minyun, he could not guess what Xie Minyun would think. Maybe he would lose the opportunity to pursue Xie Minyun.

Maybe, most women actually like to watch men fight for her.

So Du Leng turned to Yu Junshan and whispered in Yu Junshan's ear: "The opportunity has come to teach this bad guy a lesson. The two of us stop him. At least we can't let him take the oil painting away so easily."

Yu Junshan nodded. He had been looking for an opportunity to cause trouble for a long time. When the auctioneer's count was about to fall, Yu Junshan raised the number plate in his hand and signaled an increase of 100,000. At the same time, he smiled at Wan Sheng.

Said: "This classmate, if he wants to buy something in our southern Hunan, he must get our permission!"

"560,000! 560,000! No. 7 directly increased the price by 100,000, and the bid was 560,000! This auction is really climaxing. Is there anything higher than 560,000?" Even the auctioneer couldn't help being surprised, 560,000.

At this price, the premium is quite substantial. You must know that the room for appreciation of framed paintings is relatively narrow.

After Xie Minyun stabbed him twice with the toe of his shoe under the table, Wan Sheng directly raised his number plate and signaled an increase of 100,000.

"660,000! 660,000! Another 100,000 was added on the 9th." The auctioneer also became excited. In fact, it is difficult to get excited about charity auctions because he knows there will be no fighting, so he can't get nervous. But now

She has seen a fight for money.

"760,000! 760,000!" the auctioneer shouted with great excitement.

When Xie Minyun saw that Yu Junshan had increased the price to 760,000, he hesitated on his expression. 760,000 was only a small amount for his family, but for Junshan, a high school student, it was certainly not a small amount, so

Xie Minyun was also a little confused. She didn't know whether she should let Wang Mingliang continue shouting. It seemed that Yu Junshan had reached the critical point. Whether he continued shouting or not, it was all in a matter of seconds.

Xie Minyun deliberately didn't call at first, just because he didn't want to give Du Leng time to think about it, so that he had no chance to establish a psychological price. Unexpectedly, Du Leng didn't come up himself, but called Yu Junshan. Yu Junshan was relatively interested in the painting.

The demand was not that strong, which put Xie Minyun in a dilemma.

Xie Minyun looked at Yu Junshan and Du Leng expressionlessly, but Du Leng only had a smile on his face, and it was completely impossible to discern his inner thoughts.

Yu Junshan pretended to be disdainful and said: "It's really boring for a big shot from a deep town to be timid."

Wan Sheng didn't wait for Xie Minyun's signal and just sneered.

Xie Minyun suddenly thought of Cheng Mo. How could he grasp other people's psychology so accurately and confidently? What would he do if he were there?

The auctioneer started the countdown again, and when he counted to "2", he thought it was over, so he raised the auction hammer in his hand.

However, at this moment, Cheng Mo, who was sitting at the back, stood up from his chair, raised his number plate, and said loudly: "One million!"

This shout was so shocking that the entire banquet hall was frightened into silence.
Chapter completed!