This question asked what most people were thinking at the moment, and the uproar stopped immediately. People held their breath and waited for Xiao Xingyu's answer.
"I don't know." Xiao Xingyu said, with a clean voice and a low tone.
He thought for a moment, glanced at the stage from a distance, and said calmly: "But this brush wash obviously has traces of imitating secret color porcelain. It should be the work of craftsmen studying secret color porcelain at the same time, just like our family has been studying
It is the same as the official kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty. Therefore, its origin may be the Yue kiln, the Xing kiln, or the Shouzhou kiln, or it may even come from an unknown kiln in a certain village in a certain place." p>
"No more pictures! No more pictures! It turns out it's not secret porcelain!" Amidst the quiet breathing in the room, the rich man who bid 250 million was immediately very angry, and then praised Xiao Xingyu: "This expert is really young
You are promising and have a unique vision. I want to thank you very much. If you hadn't appeared, I would have been taken advantage of today!"
At this moment, the collector's face was completely pale. He was angry and angry, but could not speak. His chest was heaving violently.
After a while, he clenched his fists and decided in a deep voice: "I announce that Lianhuaxi will withdraw from the bidding!"
Xiao Xingyu let out a long sigh, raised his eyes to look at the clear celadon on the big screen in front of him, his eyes were like a pool of deep water, and when he spoke again, his tone was filled with sparks.
"I have never been in favor of measuring the value of porcelain by its kiln mouth or category. Just like this lotus wash, in terms of glaze color, body, and shape, it is not inferior to secret color porcelain, and is even better than blue to some extent.
It is better than blue. But today, it is likely to lose a lot of value due to the origin. This is really a kind of sadness that the world attaches to utensils."
The dark shirt reflects the scattered light of the crystal lamp in the venue. Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows, lips, nose, jaw, neck... the lines are like undulating mountains, extremely profound.
For some reason, Zhang Moyan felt that Xiao Xingyu looked like an ancient general who had experienced all the ups and downs. He felt pity for a beautiful lady who had fallen into the dust of society, but was helpless.
This picture was so timeless that she couldn't help but set up the camera almost instinctively.
Click!
The flash suddenly exploded wildly, and its power in this atmosphere was no less than that of a flare.
Oh my god, why is it shining?!
Obviously there was none before.
Zhang Moyan was confused.
All eyes in the audience were directed at her, including the figure in front who was definitely over 1.85 meters tall.
The death of a large society is nothing more than that.
Zhang Moyan groaned in her heart, her limbs became stiff, she was holding the camera and forgot to put it down.
Perhaps it was an accident that there were actually reporters present. Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan in surprise, his penetrating gaze going straight through the eyepiece into his eyes, making Zhang Moyan's heart tremble.
"Well, we are reporters who lead the media's 'First News' and were invited by the auction company to be news editors." Jin Xueyang reacted first and quickly pressed down Zhang Moyan's hand that was holding the camera.
With his face no longer obscured by the camera, Zhang Moyan's true colors were revealed. The level of social death instantly escalated to an octave, and he was directly bathed in Xiao Xingyu's gaze.
His eyes inspected her face inch by inch, and the expression and pattern were exactly the same as when he inspected the lotus wash on the stage just now.
Zhang Moyan felt as if someone had strangled his throat and felt a little lack of oxygen.
As soon as she cleared her throat, Xiao Xingyu's eyes had already moved down, following the blue strap on her chest and sliding to her work ID.
Realizing that he was reading the information on her ID, Zhang Moyan covered her head in alarm.
It’s over, this person must remember her to complain about her and take revenge on her!
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Moyan had already thought of more than a dozen cool words, such as "Journalists have the obligation and responsibility to convey the news facts they see to the audience as soon as possible."
However, Xiao Xingyu only glanced at her, surprisingly said nothing, and turned back.
Hmm?
Shouldn't the plot development be like the gangsters surrounding He Shuhuan and Du Fei, asking her to hand over the camera and then smash it to the ground?
Otherwise, she should at least ask her to delete all the photos like Zhang Dongsheng forced Zhu Chaoyang and the others!
However, he didn't say anything.
Under Zhang Moyan's calm appearance, she breathed steadily with luck in mind, but her heart had not yet fallen to the ground——
"Hey, First News, please don't take random pictures or write!"
It was the general manager of the auction company who rushed over, stood between her and Xiao Xingyu, and shouted fiercely: "No more reports today, take out whatever you take and delete it as soon as possible!"
"Why?" Zhang Moyan's voice and expression did not fluctuate.
Her voice is naturally nasal and sounds quite cold.
The general manager's mouth moved, and he thought to himself, if you write about today's discovery of secret-colored porcelain, wouldn't the reputation of their auction company be ruined?
But this reason can only be understood, and it cannot be said in public.
The general manager pursed his lips, raised his head to look at Zhang Moyan's boss not far away, and said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Liu, please see how we can resolve this matter. The cooperation between our group and Leading Media has been running well over the years..." Both Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang understand that their unit has an intricate network of relationships with the owner behind the auction company. It is also because of this background that "First News" was able to obtain exclusive reporting rights this time.
As soon as the general manager clicked, former Asia's top number one CEO Liu walked up thoughtfully, weighed it with his hands on his hips for a moment, and finally made a gesture to Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang: "Okay, you can delete all today's materials!"<
/p>
"Oh," the boss said so. Although Jin Xueyang was surprised, he still operated on the camera obediently, and then showed the interface to the general manager: "Well, don't worry, I deleted it all!"
The other party nodded and looked at Zhang Moyan who had not done anything yet: "What about you, why don't you delete it? Did you, Mr. Liu, hear what you said?"
"I can't bear to part with it." Zhang Moyan said simply, raising her hand and handing the camera directly to him, intending to let him work on it himself.
The general manager looked at Zhang Moyan as he took the camera, lowered his head and pressed playback, flipping through the contents one by one. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Moyan in disbelief, and then continued to flip through.
Jin Xueyang curiously went over to take a look, and saw that the photos in the camera were all of Xiao Xingyu's photos!
He was surprised, then he suppressed the corner of his mouth and gave Zhang Moyan a "I'm looking down on you" look.
"There seem to be several media outside the field." Zhang Moyan said coldly.
The general manager subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, feeling that she had something behind her words, and asked cautiously: "What do you want to say?"
"The results of the auction must always be disclosed to the public. The transaction rate of antique auctions is generally only 45%. It is normal for collections to be unsold." Zhang Moyan paused deliberately and said: "We are just doing news reports, but it has changed
I can’t guarantee that elsewhere.”
Surrounded by everyone, Zhang Moyan stood tall, dressed in Hong Kong-style casual business attire, with long hair shawl, fair complexion, and a clear voice.
Jin Xueyang folded his arms, silently "wow", and scanned Zhang Moyan's whole body from top to bottom.
Mr. Liu already understood and nodded to the general manager of the auction house: "There was a lot of publicity before this spring auction. In the spirit of starting well and finishing well, there should be a conclusion at the end. Rather than letting other media dig deeper and make fuss, we should
Let us handle it."
The general manager of the auction company held a camera in his hand, his face divided between shaken, confused, and unsure: "How are you going to deal with it?"
At this time, Zhang Moyan stretched out his arm and held out a typed mobile phone in front of Mr. Liu.
Mr. Liu took it, looked at it briefly, smiled, and handed it to the general manager of the auction company: "I still want to briefly mention the things that are of concern to the industry, but attracting attention to the brand of 'Baoda Auction' and expanding its popularity is the key point, isn't it?
”
The latter took the phone suspiciously, lowered his head, and saw this text:
[Baoda’s Spring Auction ended with a turnover rate of 88%. The Lotus Wash in the Qing Dynasty unfortunately failed to be auctioned. #古门神面# Xiao Xingyu’s appearance became the biggest attraction. @宝达Auction@FirstNews...] Below, follow closely
There are nine long shots, close shots, full body shots, side shots and close-ups of Xiao Xingyu’s face. Each one is stunningly handsome.
What a move to surround Wei and save Zhao!
The general manager of the auction company stood there in shock, then grinned.
"This works!"
As if he had foreseen the impact of this report, he immediately returned the phone and camera to Zhang Moyan with both hands.
***The author has something to say***
Old books are still receiving recommendation votes every day, haven’t they discovered that I have opened a new book? (An author bit his pen and said to himself)