The specifications of this auction organized by Sihai Commercial Bank are not low.
There is a dazzling array of antiques, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, jewelry, diamonds, and rare treasures, and the prices are naturally extremely high.
The cheapest lots start at one million.
Even this still attracts the rich and famous people in the hall.
The auctioneer is a middle-aged man with humorous and capable words.
Under his auspices, the auction was in full swing.
Forty or fifty lots were all collected by the guests in the hall.
As for the guests in the box, no one bid or participated in the auction.
Obviously, they despise these things.
The guests in the lobby also know this. They are the appetizers and the ones who warm up the place. They take the opportunity to broaden their horizons and admire the boss of the box.
Therefore, when the guests in the private room started bidding, most of the people sitting in the hall kept their mouths shut.
For the guests in the box, this is obviously a silent reinforcement of their distinguished status.
Once you say something, everyone will listen!
Spending a lot of money will cause fear in all directions.
Maybe not everyone cares about this, but this kind of atmosphere can make the guests in the box subconsciously dig more pockets.
Sihai Commercial Bank clearly understands this.
Therefore, they would rather let the guests in the box wait a little longer. If people are impatient to wait for something, they will naturally be more aggressive when bidding!
It would be even better if some guests in the hall were upset and made bids.
The guests in the box have already been stood up. If they don't want to be embarrassed, they can only throw money at them!
And now, this is the situation.
Everyone knows that tonight's auction has just reached its climax.
Now the auctioneer is a newly replaced middle-aged man. He smiled slightly and said in a confident voice, "Okay, box number 18, a red light has been added!"
"Box No. 12, three red lights in a row."
"The guest in box No. 10 was given two red lights!"
"Private box No. 6, turn on the purple light once more!"
The green light is 100,000, the yellow light is 500,000, the red light is 1 million, and the purple light is 10 million.
Compared with the previous auction price increase, it has already increased ten times!
You know, among the items previously auctioned, the most expensive one did not exceed 20 million.
But now that the box is sold, it has been increased by nearly 20 million.
Suddenly, even the people in the back compartment became somewhat silent.
"This auction of ours was just displayed before and told everyone that it is called the picture album of Cao Zhan, the Qin grower. Now I will add something more. This Mr. Cao Zhan, also known as Cao Xueqin, I don't need to say who Mr. Cao is.
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How could the auctioneer be left in the cold? Wouldn't that be ruining his own job?
He directly dropped the bombshell news and aroused everyone's emotions.
That's not enough for him, "Mr. Cao has very few works except for a book of Red Mansions handed down from ancient times. This set of albums contains a total of eight freehand paintings with colors, and each painting is accompanied by a poem on the left
Pages. Picture pages and poetry pages are glued together to form a frame. Eight frames are glued together and folded into an album. The material of the picture album is silk, and the material of the poem pages is paper."
"On it there is not only a poem written by Cao Zhan: Cold rain and cold smoke lie in the blue dust, and new things are picked from the bottom of the vines in the autumn field. The pictures are empty and I envy the smell of the east gate, and many annoying people die of thirst..."
The auctioneer paused for a moment to whet his appetite, then said, "There are also eight coloring paintings depicting taro, radish, eggplant, watermelon, crabapple, residual lotus, cliff Ganoderma lucidum, and fisherman."
"Mr. Cao's poetic talent can be traced back to Changgu Polifan, and his painting techniques are eclectic and original."
"This set of albums provides an important reference for us to understand Mr. Cao's thoughts, paintings, calligraphy, and daily interactions. Therefore, it has extremely high collection and appreciation value. Is there anyone else who is interested? If so.
No, this rare treasure will belong to the distinguished guest of No. 6!"
After saying that, he lifted up his little hammer.
Suddenly lights of various colors jumped up one after another behind.
"Okay, let's light up the red light three times for No. 62. For the guests in box No. 10, light up the red light once. For box No. 6 with the word "di", light up the red light three times! For the box number 2 with the word "di", light up the red light three times!
Purple light once!”
Wu Yu gritted his teeth and silently counted the number of lights.
This Sihai Trading Company is really bad. Instead of mentioning money, it counts money by lighting lamps. This is just like ordinary people putting money in their mobile phones.
Compared with numbers and paper money that can be touched and seen, the former is often more difficult to spend.
It's the same thing today. Although it's all money, adding ten million to the price and lighting up a red light are the same thing, but...
It is inevitable that some people will be impulsive!
However, even so, no one dares to rely on Sihai Commercial Bank!
Wu Yu bit her lip. To be honest, she also liked this picture album.
But now, it has jumped to more than 38 million. If you want to take a photo, you will probably have to add 10 million.
Even if the Wu family wanted to spend such a large amount of money, they would have to think twice.
What's more, the Chen family has already taken action.
Therefore, after a slight hesitation, she moved her hand away from the red light slowly but decisively.
"Okay, Tianzi No. 3 box, turn on the green light once."
The auctioneer's voice was high-pitched. After speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
Green light?
If the extra 100,000 yuan had just started the auction, it would have been reasonable. After all, the prices of those lots were there, but now, they are a bit outrageous!
"Haha, I'm sorry, I pressed the wrong button just now. You continue."
As a faint voice sounded, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was seen standing by the window of Tianzi No. 2 box, overlooking the hall.
Then the red light turns on.
He added one million, but who would dare to raise the price again?
The dignified young master of the Chen family came forward to fight with him. He didn’t want to live anymore?
The auctioneer's face was also a little ugly, but he also knew that the Chen family was also one of the managers of Sihai Commercial Bank. What Mr. Chen was destroying was considered his own business, so it was none of his business?
"Ahem, Tian Zi No. 3 Mr. Chen will turn on the red light once more!"
Because the young master of the Chen family took the initiative to open the curtains and stood up, which meant that he would not hide his identity, the auctioneer naturally spoke immediately.
Master Chen?
In the room, Guo Yulei didn't know when he opened his eyes.
At this moment, he was looking at the eldest son of the Chen family through the screen in the room, and then he smiled.
He doesn't really like this last name lately.
Then I see Mr. Chen acting like he has the guts to increase the price. Haha, is he afraid of competing with others for more money?
"Myna!"
Guo Yulei lay down on the bed and said, "Turn on the light for me."
No one knows what it means for Sihai Auction House to install an auction light in the bedroom. Does anyone need to increase the price while in bed?
Ahem, maybe it's possible.
Isn't that what he is like now?
As his voice fell, green, yellow, red, and purple lights lit up one after another as if playing music.
"Tian, the guests in the box of Tianzi No. 2 light up four, four-color lights once each!" The auctioneer's excited voice once again echoed throughout the audience.
Instantly, the auction site was in an uproar...
Seeing Mr. Chen's frozen smile, Guo Yulei felt comfortable...