Professor Lu was in a bad mood and sneered: "Huh, old man Lin, don't be proud. Your authority is only 100 million. Did you see that the King of Humans always said it was only 120 million? You are fighting for nothing."
The two big names in the antiques circle started fighting in front of everyone without any concern for the impact.
Seeing Professor Lu, Lin Beigong, and Wang Shilong fighting over the gold-mounted chilong bowl, everyone who watched all this happened truly realized what they had witnessed before.
Lin Beigong and Professor Lu returned to Chen Yang in a fuss. Professor Lu broke away first and said with some pleading: "Little friend, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."
Lin Beigong gritted his teeth, glanced at the old god Wang Shilong, and said loudly: "One hundred million can't be more, but it is not a buyout, and we also have the supreme VIP treatment of our Guardian Auction, and we can auction three items every year.
No handling fees!”
The sound of "Gululu" swallowing saliva kept ringing.
Especially Gao Bin and Uncle Fang.
They, the front-line antique dealers, know best how much they can earn in a year without handling fees?
After thinking about it, Tang Zhiyi, who had been dumbfounded and silent, felt a burning pain on his face.
If they had the treatment promised by Lin Beigong, their Tang Xuan would be different immediately, and they would be able to stand tall even in front of the big antique dealers in Beijing.
Tang Zhiyi was so regretful that he wished he could turn back time and take that broken bottle for himself!
We don’t have everything yet?!
But even so, Chen Yang remained unmoved.
Lin Beigong stamped his foot and said, "Not enough? Then we won't buy it."
Tang Zhiyi suddenly raised his head, feeling less gloomy in his heart, thinking: "If you still want to raise the price, why don't you give up?"
"Woooooo~"
Su Hongyu wanted to scream again, but Fang Shuyueming's quick hands covered her scream firmly.
Lin Beigong paused like he was breathing heavily, then regretfully did not see the look of annoyance on Chen Yang's face, and said in disappointment: "How did you train, you don't change your expression even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you?"
Count you little brat!"
Chen Yang smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "If you have been a door-to-door son-in-law for more than three years, you can do it too!"
Lin Beigong could no longer hold back and finally released his big move: "This way, it is still effective. At the same time, as long as your gold-equipped Chilong Bowl is auctioned at our next Jiade Autumn Auction, we will not charge any handling fees.
"
Everyone was dumbfounded, especially Tang Zhiyi. As soon as the gloating expression appeared on his face, it collapsed like a shoddy project.
...That's okay too~~~
All in all, as long as Jiade's autumn auction goes well, Heshun Tang's profit will only exceed 100 million from this gold-equipped chilong bowl.
Generally speaking, Lin Beigong's salary is slightly higher than Wang Shilong's.
Wang Shilong shook his head and smiled bitterly, giving up the struggle.
Just when everyone thought that Guardian Auction House was stable this time, unexpectedly, Chen Yang still shook his head.
He said nothing, but pointed at Professor Lu who picked up the phone again.
Gao Bin and Liu Shize sneered at Chen Yang's performance, but Wang Shilong nodded secretly and said to Wang Qing: "Daughter, you and Tang Wan can move around more in the future. It's not easy for her as a door-to-door son-in-law."
"If you can resist temptation, you must also maintain respect for Professor Lu and the Palace Museum he represents. No matter what happens in the end, at least you won't offend anyone."
"This is a very sophisticated way of doing things."
Wang Qing seemed to understand but not understand, and nodded half-heartedly.
She always felt that Chen Yang seemed to have other plans.
The next second, Professor Lu shouted into the phone glumly: "Only 80 million?"
"Can't you really think of another way?"
"All right......"
Professor Lu hung up the phone helplessly and glared at Lin Beigong, who was not worried at all and looked like he had a winning chance.
He calmed down a little and sighed: "Chen Xiaoyou, it's a pity that the hospital can't pay a reasonable price."
Chen Yang smiled slightly, handed over the gold-set Chilong Bowl without hesitation, and said: