The seventh auction item is an extremely beautiful thangka.
The so-called Thangka is a great art form of the Tibetan people in China. It can be regarded as a scroll painting, mostly painted on cloth or paper, and then sewn and framed with silk and satin, and the picture is covered with thin silk
Silk and double ribbons. The pigments used are all natural raw materials, which are very environmentally friendly and in line with today's environmental protection concepts.
This thangka is a lotus-mesh image of Guanyin. It is a religious painting, but it is not a religious cultural relic.
It has the golden handprint of the Grand Lama of the Potala Palace printed on the back as a blessing, and it was also opened in the Potala Palace. It was a gift from the Grand Lama to an important person. I don’t know why it appeared in this auction.
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Therefore, the mere fact that this is something after the Potala Palace was consecrated is enough to reflect its extraordinary value.
As a result, the base price of this thangka indeed exceeded the previous six exhibits, and was set at 200,000, with each increase of 10,000.
As soon as the host announced the start of bidding, someone immediately raised a sign and shouted: "200,000."
"260,000." Another voice sounded, but this voice belonged to a woman. And this woman was obviously more powerful, and she increased the price by 60,000 yuan in one go.
Li Jiacheng did not participate in the bidding. He just stared at the thangka closely, but he felt vaguely that it looked a little strange, as if there was something wrong with the thangka that he could not see.
Murong Chongbao, on the other hand, encouraged Li Jiacheng: "Brother Li, actually the host has limited knowledge of this thangka. I heard that there are some unknown secrets hidden behind it."
"Oh?" Li Jiacheng asked curiously, "What secret do you know?"
"I don't know." Murong Chongbao said a little enigmatically, "But I have heard that it contains the secret of the lifelong practice of the great lama who blessed the golden mudra."
"Slow down!" Li Jiacheng quickly stopped Murong Chongbao. Why is this guy talking more and more mysteriously? Religion must be respected of course, but now we have entered the age of science and technology! Do you think this is a cultivation novel? This is an urban novel, okay?
"Don't tell me that there is no such thing, can you be more serious?"
"I'm serious!" Murong Zhongbao emphasized in a low voice, "You know, the lamas in Tibet have always been very mysterious, and the secrets of their practice are far beyond the knowledge of outsiders like us."
"Is that lama still alive now?"
"He died a long time ago." Murong Zhongbao said, "He has been dead for twenty years. It is said that the body will never rot now because it is related to his practice during his lifetime."
At this time, Hao Tian also discovered the conversation between Li Jiacheng and Murong Chongbao, and curiously leaned in to listen, almost leaning his head on Li Jiacheng's arm. After all, this was an auction, not a black painting.
The dark cinema is a place where you can go on a date as a couple, but it’s not a good place to be too intimate.
Although Li Jiacheng can now use meditation to control the mutations in his body, he always feels that he has only used a little of the abilities of his current body. Therefore, he actually has the need to strengthen his practice.
It’s just that I’ve been too busy recently and haven’t had any time to think about this aspect.
So, Li Jiacheng deliberately said: "Why do I, a layman, want to practice that thing? What can I do after I practice? After death, I will be sent to the furnace of the funeral home to be burned, and not even the whole body will be left.
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Murong Chongbao smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Li, I thought you were a man of great wisdom! Even if you don't like to find the secrets of practice, you can still take pictures and collect them. Think about it, what are the Thangkas in this world?
The quantity is really small, and the value will definitely appreciate greatly in the future!”
Li Jiacheng couldn't help but curled his lips and said, "If that's the case, why don't you take a photo yourself?"
Murong Chongbao smiled bitterly and said: "All my money is spent on investment."
Li Jiacheng mocked: "But you took a photo of a bottle of Laobaigan worth 80,000 yuan without even blinking. What a liar!"
Murong Chongbao smiled bitterly and said: "Eighty thousand yuan is not a big sum of money to me, so it will be spent. But now this thangka costs hundreds of thousands. The gap between the two is too big, are you right?"
Li Jiacheng was right when he thought about it.
Hao Tian said from the side: "The competition is so fierce now, the price has been increased to 360,000!"
"380,000!" The female voice No. 72 continued to show off her power. This price seemed to calm everyone, and no one raised their placards for a while.
Just when the host was about to bang the hammer, No. 41 suddenly increased the price: "400,000."
No. 72 seemed a little angry and immediately raised his sign and said: "500,000."
"550,000." The voice of No. 41 seemed very calm and calm.
"600000!"
"650,000!"
"680,000!"
As the competition between the two parties intensifies, the mechanism of increasing the price by 10,000 yuan each time has actually completely failed automatically. These people are not increasing the price by tens of thousands of yuan each time, but even starting to increase the price by 100,000 yuan.
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Soon, the asking price reached 700,000. Because the price was too high, everyone began to become cautious, and the range of price increases also began to narrow.
Perhaps, the price of 700,000 has exceeded everyone else's psychological price, and even No. 41 no longer raises a sign.
Just when the host was about to bring down the hammer in his hand, another change occurred.
"800 000."
The number 38 plate was raised for the first time. Seat 38 was naturally Li Jiacheng's seat.
Little Miss Hao Tian was obviously shocked by Li Jiacheng's sudden involvement.
It is true that Li Jiacheng now has tens of millions in savings, and it seems that the small villa by Taiping Lake is also his, but this does not mean that he can just spend 800,000 to buy a religious painting that he does not understand at all.
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Hao Tian quickly said to Li Jiacheng: "Brother Li, why are you so impulsive? What is the use of buying this thangka?"
Then, she glared at Murong Zhongbao angrily. If it weren't for this guy's instigation, how could Brother Li act so impulsively!
Hao Tian's caring words immediately warmed Li Jiacheng's heart. Although the little beauty didn't know what she was thinking, her heart was still towards her after all.
A charming smile immediately appeared on Murong Chongbao's handsome face, and he smiled at Hao Tian: "Miss Hao, you can't blame me, I just revealed some of our internal information to Brother Li. Finally, the decision was made
Whatever he decides is his own."
"Humph!" Hao Tian felt very unhappy. You are so handsome that I can't even look down on you! "Then what do you think we should do now?"
Murong Chongbao laughed and said: "Either you wait for someone to offer a higher price next, or you wait for the host to drop the hammer!"
Hao Tian gave Murong Zhongbao a hard look. What this guy said was like the speech of the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It has been speculated over and over again, but it is still the same thing. If it is said, it is equal to not being said, and there is nothing new at all!
