Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters stupid people have more money (1)
Chapter 863: People are stupid and have too much money (1)
The huge living room of the racecourse club was originally used for holding patios for some so-called upper-class elites. Now the bar table is used as an auction table, and the original dance floor is filled with chairs.
To say that this auction caused quite a stir, almost all the six rows of chairs with 10 people in each row were full of people. Even Zhuang Rui felt a little nervous in his heart. This black market for antiques was so ostentatious. I guess Li
Dali is also the only one in the country.
"Brother Jin, let's do the backstage..."
The good seats in the front row were already full of people, and Zhuang Rui was originally just a fan of soy sauce this time, and did not intend to make any limelight. When he thought about it, the shameless little *** must be holding back his energy to give these two pieces of porcelain to
Photographed back.
"Teacher Jin, are you here too?"
"Hey, Teacher Zhuang is here too. I haven't seen you that often..."
"Lao Jin, you are a calligrapher and painter, so why are you also interested in porcelain?"
Before Zhuang Rui and Fatty Jin sat down, a greeting sounded in their ears.
Since the opening of Dingguang Museum and Zhuang Rui organized an industry meeting, there are few people who are slightly famous in the antique industry who do not recognize Zhuang Rui.
On occasions like this, there are relatively few experts, but there are a lot of wealthy corporate entrepreneurs. After all, playing gambling is also a sign of strength. Otherwise, no matter how good your eyesight is, you will still be buying money if you are short of money.
The object cannot be found.
Zhuang Rui and Fatty Jin can be regarded as well-deserved experts, so many collectors greeted them enthusiastically. Maybe a word from these two people will save them a lot of losses.
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As for Peng Fei and Miao Feifei, they were naturally classified into the ranks of bodyguards and Xiaomi.
"Mr. Liu, I heard last time that you are planning to sell your painting of Tang Bohu. Let's talk about it later. Hey, Mr. Wang, do you still have the Qianlong gilt plate? If you are willing to transfer it, you can
I need to inform my little brother..."
After working hard in the antique shop for two or three years, Zhuang Rui also lost his initial youthfulness and became able to talk to these successful businessmen with ease.
Since the antique website founded by Zhuang Rui started operating, the interactions between experts and collectors have increased. Both parties have benefited a lot from it, and their private relationship is like that of friends.
Zhuang Rui's Dingguang Museum took advantage even more, receiving many good items from it, including several really good pieces, which were traded with a few people in the museum.
Not only were Zhuang Rui and others chatting, but other familiar antique collectors were also exchanging experiences.
The entrepreneurs were not all educated people. There were quite a few who spoke loudly and loudly, and the entire auction venue seemed a bit messy.
However, Zhuang Rui discovered that in the first row of the venue, there were seven or eight people in suits and ties, sitting there with serious faces and saying nothing.
Zhuang Rui was looking at others, while Miao Feifei was looking at Zhuang Rui. Looking at Zhuang Rui at this moment, Miao Feifei felt familiar yet a little strange. The young man who was slightly green two years ago has now stood up.
It has reached a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.
This feeling made Officer Miao feel a little disappointed. He sat silently on a chair and watched the scenes of all beings in the scene.
"Gentlemen, ladies, bosses, um... this word is more comfortable to use. All of you here are my parents..."
Zhuang Rui and others had just sat down when a voice sounded from the front of the stage. Zhuang Rui heard clearly that it was Li Dali himself who was presiding, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
In the antique black market, this phenomenon is relatively rare. Generally, bosses with deep backgrounds will hide behind the scenes and control the auction process remotely, so that even if something goes wrong, they can spend money to get it out.
Asking the boss of the organizer to host it in person will usually only mean that there are important items in the auction.
Although Li Dali rarely appeared at auctions, there were quite a few people in the venue who knew his identity. After Li Dali said these words, there were only a few chuckles in the audience, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.
The unearthing of Cizhou official kiln porcelain will write an important chapter in the history of Chinese ceramics, and being able to pocket it is a very honorable thing for these business leaders.
"Boss bosses, you are taking advantage of your busy schedules to attend this antique exchange meeting. I won't talk nonsense. The first collection I want to exchange next..."
Li Dali's words made the audience burst into laughter. Everyone knew that they were attending an antique auction this time, but when it came to Li Dali's words, it turned into an antique exchange.
Miao Feifei, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, also raised the corners of her mouth slightly. It seemed that what Zhuang Rui said was true. At least he and the host said the same thing.
"Okay, let's take a look at today's first handicraft, which is an early work by Mr. Huang Binhong, a master of modern epigraphy and calligraphy...
At the Hanhai Spring Auction last month, a work of the same period by Mr. Huang was sold for 4.38 million yuan. Friends who are interested can come and take a look..."
Following Li Dali's introduction, the two boys slowly spread a scroll on the tray on the table. There was a strong spotlight on the table. Even Zhuang Rui, who was sitting in the last row, could not see the scroll.
You can clearly see the whole picture.
This is a splash-ink landscape painting. The mountain is powerful, vertical and horizontal, and steep. The painting style is sparse and elegant, which is quite reminiscent of Huang Binhong's artistic conception in his early years.
"Brother, why don't you go up and have a look?"
Fatty Jin, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, asked. At this moment, the collectors had already stepped forward one after another, put on their gloves and started to look at the painting.
"Brother Jin, why don't you go up and take a look?"
Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this. Even without using spiritual energy to detect it, Zhuang Rui can guarantee that this painting is definitely a fake.
Li Dali is not stupid. He will definitely not take out genuine items for auction when being targeted by the police. Even in his wording, he is very careful and uses the word "artifacts".
Regarding the antique market, the relevant domestic regulations are not standardized. Private transactions have always existed, and the scope of handicrafts is even larger. If someone is willing to buy it, the state cannot interfere.
While chatting with Fatty Jin, Zhuang Rui glanced at the painting with his spiritual energy. Sure enough, it was a modern imitation, and there was no trace of spiritual energy in it.
"If I go up here, I'll be ruining people's jobs..."
Although Fatty Jin is greedy, he knows that as soon as he takes the stage, he will definitely become a benchmark for many collectors. Whether it is true or false depends on his own words. This is why many antique dealers and black market bosses spare no effort to please the experts.
main reason.
If the painting was a fake, Fatty Jin would definitely offend his boss if he told it directly. To be honest, he would not be able to keep his conscience, so Fatty Jin made up his mind not to get involved with anything like calligraphy and painting.
"Teacher Jin, please go up and have a look..."
"Lao Jin, we have known each other for more than ten years. Go up and help me with my eyesight..."
"Yes, Teacher Jin, please give us your review. No one in this country can match your level of appraisal of calligraphy and painting..."
Fatty Jin sat there motionless, but the collectors gathered around him, trying to get close to each other and flattering him a lot. All in all, they just wanted Fatty Jin to take a look.
"Everyone, please don't make things difficult for me, okay? I'll treat you later and I'll make amends to you..."
Fatty Jin was talked about in a cold sweat by everyone. People who could talk to him were all of some status. Fatty Jin couldn't afford to offend anyone, so he simply folded his fists and acted like a turtle.
"Bosses, this painting was given to me by a friend. I don't have the money, so I want to transfer it. The transfer price is RMB 200,000. Friends who are interested in it can consider it. Well, according to the rules, the one with the highest price will get it...
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After everyone had seen the painting and returned to their seats, Li Dali's voice rang out, but from beginning to end, there was no word auction in his words, but instead the word "transfer".
This was not the first time for everyone in the venue to participate in the antique black market. They were very familiar with these language skills and would not change their opinions because of what Li Dali said.
"Three hundred thousand, I want this painting..."
There was silence for a while, and then a voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was Mr. Liu who had greeted Zhuang Rui just now.
Anyone who is successful is an extremely confident person. The vision they have trained in shopping malls has also been brought to the antique business. With their own understanding of antiques, these people like to take action rashly.
But amateur collectors don't know that their behavior is really a taboo in the antique shop. When appraising objects in the antique shop, they pay attention to whether they are real or fake. If you can't find faults, you have to think three times.
divided.
"Four hundred thousand, Old Liu, you have many famous calligraphy and paintings on your hands, give this one to me..." A voice rang out immediately following Mr. Liu's bid.
"Five hundred thousand, you don't have to worry about too much of a good thing..."
Not to be outdone, Mr. Liu called out another price. Zhuang Rui couldn't help but shake his head secretly. No wonder Li Dali got so rich by relying on the black market of antiques. This is the legendary person who is stupid and has too much money.
Although there are also fakes in regular auctions, compared with the black market, they are relatively more standardized. At least there will be identification certificates issued by relevant appraisers, instead of just following your feelings like this.
"Six hundred thousand……"
"Eight hundred thousand……"
The bidding was still going on, and two more people got involved. They also had a speculative mentality. After all, Huang Binhong's landscape paintings are very famous in the world. As long as they are obtained from a regular auction house, the price will be two hundred at least.
Shot by Wan Qi.
After several rounds of fierce competition, the painting was finally bought by Mr. Liu for 1.2 million. Looking at the proud Boss Liu, Zhuang Rui really couldn't laugh or cry.
