Most of the people in Heshun Hall looked confused, whether they understood or not.
Doesn’t Tiffany sell jewelry and diamond rings?
Especially its classic six-claw diamond ring defines the engagement ring. It is the favorite of many women and the pain of many men.
After Tang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, he laughed out loud: "Chen Yang, are you crazy? Doesn't Tiffany make jewelry? A diamond ring costs RMB 180,000. You have heard of it even if you can't afford it, right?"
Can it be related to the lamp?"
It's just that his laughter was a little dry, especially after his eyes fell on the desk lamp Chen Yang had cleaned up.
Even with Tang Zhiyi's aesthetic taste, I still feel that the table lamp is very beautiful and has an indescribable sense of beauty.
The desk lamp in Chen Yang's hand has an umbrella-shaped colored glass cover. The color is darker than the classic Tiffany blue, and is dotted with patterns that resemble oil droplets. On the edge of the lamp cover, dragonflies spread their wings.
The head-down shape is extremely eye-catching.
"Look here!"
Chen Yang pointed to an inconspicuous place, a signature in cursive English, and read it out loud.
"Louis Tiffany, 1907."
“This table lamp is the work of Tiffany’s second-generation boss, a well-known artist and designer in European and American circles, and was made to commemorate the 70th anniversary of Tiffany’s founding.
Materials include brass, glass, and tortoise shell.”
Chen Yang casually cleaned out the remaining two Tiffany lamps, introduced them leisurely, and concluded with one sentence:
“Every woman wants a piece of Tiffany jewelry;
Every man wants a Tiffany lamp.
This was a hundred years ago. Later, due to the hype of Hollywood people, the price of Tiffany table lamps was very good."
Chen Yang smiled and continued to ask Lin Beigong: "Mr. Lin, is Guardian Auction House interested?"
The Heshun Hall fell silent, or in other words, many people were dumbfounded.
Chen Yang actually made a treasure out of a pile of junk thrown on the ground that no one wanted.
It is also a Western antique that most people have never heard of.
On the other end, Lin Beigong put down the phone and nodded simply: "We at Guardian want it."
Tang Zhiyi asked in disbelief: "Mr. Lin, are you right? Is this Tiffany lamp really valuable?"
Lin Beigong rolled his eyes and spat: "What does it mean to be valuable? I think it is much more valuable than your elm head.
Are you stupid or am I stupid? I’m not sure if it’s valuable and we at Guardian will let it go up for auction?
Do you think you are stupid?"
Tang Zhiyi was sprayed with spittle, but he didn't dare to talk back and backed away angrily.
Lin Beigong's temperament, which doesn't get used to anyone, and gets angry when caught, is really difficult to get along with.
He glared at Tang Zhiyi again reluctantly, and then continued to say to Chen Yang: "I have contacted the people in charge in Europe and the United States, and they agree with your statement, saying that these three lamps are late works of Louis Tiffany.
At that time, the artist was in his late prime, he was old, his works were sparse, and even fewer have been handed down.
It is estimated that these three table lamps are worth at least millions of dollars."
Lin Beigong shook his head and said: "You still have to pay the treatment and handling fees. Mr. Chen, my colleagues in Europe and the United States suggested that it is most appropriate to put them in the spring auction. Are you sure you want to hand them over to our Guardian auction?"
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Chen Yang nodded, expressed satisfaction with the price, and said politely: "Just follow the normal rules. We don't have to make a trip to Lin Laobai, so we can feel a little better."
Lin Beigong smiled with satisfaction, expressing that he was very comfortable being photographed.
He felt comfortable. On the other side, Tang Zhiyi and Andrew looked at each other, both of their faces were livid, as if they had been fed.
"Oh, my heart..."
Andrew covered his heart with his hands, regretting extremely why he was called back. Wouldn't it be better to leave in secret?
He sat down on the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.
This time I'm not cheating, I really can't stand up and my heart aches.
"Only 500,000~~~
I only sold something worth millions of dollars for 500,000 yuan. God must be punishing me for my impiety."
Andrew's words caused many people to nod their heads in agreement.
Sell a bottle for 5 million, and take out the Chilong Bowl with a gold setter, which is worth 100 million;