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67. [017] Auction starts

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Huo Wenhua turned and glanced at Yang Zimei.

Even though everyone was looking at her with all kinds of speculations, she still remained calm and unhurried. She didn't want to show anything or explain anything. She just stood there so calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Seeing her acting like a reclusive master who was unfazed by humiliation, he couldn't explain Yang Zimei's identity as a fortune teller. No one would believe her if he told her, and it might cause trouble to her, so he didn't say anything.

Yang Dejie heard that Yang Zimei was just the daughter of Yang Qing, a man he thought was very useless, so he didn't bother to look at her anymore. He had the same thoughts as his son, thinking that she was just a tender thing that Huo Wenhua liked.

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Yang Zimei didn't want to face this face that made her hate and hate her, so she turned to Song Xuan's side.

Song Xuan was admiring a cloud-shaped pendant that marked the Warring States Period. It was carved from mutton-fat white jade, with openwork carving techniques and decorated with cloud patterns unique to the Warring States Period. It was very exquisite and simple. From his appearance, he seemed to like it very much.

However, Yang Zimei did not find any antique look on the Gouyun Pendant, only a faint jade fluorescence.

Obviously, this is a modern fake, but it is marked with the label of the Warring States Period.

"Mr. Song, do you like this very much?" Yang Zimei asked.

Song Xuan nodded, "This Gouyun Pei is one of the few masterpieces left in the world by Duolin, a famous jade craftsman from the Warring States Period. I have a few of his works and I like them very much. I want to make a series of them."

"Mr. Song, what if it is a fake?" Yang Zimei reminded.

Song Xuan was slightly startled, and then said with a gentle smile, "All the exhibits that can enter the auction are authentic and have been authenticated by authoritative appraisers. No one dares to fake them."

"Or maybe it's so fake that even an appraiser can't identify it?"

"..."

Song Xuan was speechless for a moment. Indeed, there is no one in this world who has a pair of eyes that can accurately identify authenticity. It is not impossible that he has the ability to make fake things to the point that they can be confused with the real ones.

However, he was too familiar with this Duolin's work, and this one gave him the same feeling. How could it be fake?

But in his subconscious mind, he believed Yang Zimei's words and believed that she had a perverted eye for identifying antiques. Ever since she bought the twist wreath when she was five years old, he felt that she was very different.

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The auction started, and those who came to participate in the auction took their seats in a row.

Huo Wenhua's seat was in the middle with the best view, with Yang Dejie and his son and their followers sitting on the right, and his secretary and Murong Yunqing sitting on the left.

Song Xuan and Yang Zimei were in the second row, just behind them.

The auction began. The first item was a Han Dynasty Hotan fortune-telling ornament with a starting price of 150,000 yuan. Murong Yunqing finally bought it for 500,000 yuan, preparing it as a birthday gift for his grandmother.

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Huo Wenhua seemed to like this Pisces plate very much, and he immediately bid 500,000 yuan. This made the people present stunned, and they started bidding. In the end, Huo Wenhua bought it for 850,000 yuan.

Yang Zimei narrowed her eyes with a smile. She bought this for fifteen yuan, which was a huge profit.

Perhaps because of what Yang Zimei said, Song Xuan finally did not take the shot of Gou Yunpei. Of course, it was also because the secretary of the municipal party committee opened the bidding. As soon as everyone saw that he opened his mouth, they knew better and did not participate in the bidding.

Therefore, Yang Dejie only spent 200,000 yuan to take the picture of the Warring States Gouyun Pei, but it was a fake!

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