Chapter 330: Work hard, it will be yours soon (third update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 330: Work hard, it will be yours soon (third update)
After hearing this, Gao Zhang glared at Zhou Bangyan with some hatred.
"Master Zhou, I'm not talking about you, but you are the original author of "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood".
You said that what was being auctioned was the original manuscript of that time, can anyone else jump out and say that it was not?"
"Based on the credibility of everyone in Zhou Zhou, well, although it may not be the same in other aspects, at least you still have a good reputation in the field of literature.
Believe me, there will be many poets and poets who like your poetry and are willing to spend a lot of money to buy your handwritten manuscript as a souvenir."
After hearing what Gao Zhang said, Zhou Bangyan could only smile and nod in agreement.
As for what he is thinking in his heart, I am afraid only he himself knows.
After all, Gao Zhang asked him, a master of poetry and poetry in the Song Dynasty, to set an example for poets and poets, and bring out some good treasures to participate in the auction.
But the problem is that Zhou Bangyan, who started having sex when he was young and has continued to do so until now, has caused the lumbar intervertebral discs to begin to herniate, so how can Zhou Bangyan have any good treasures.
Later, Gao Zhang went straight to the point and asked him to put the original manuscript of his masterpiece up for auction.
It's just that the thing has been there for so many years, so he doesn't know whether the original manuscript was rotted or thrown away, or whether it was treasured by some young lady. He has no memory at all.
Ever since, the No. 1 Scholar made a suggestion to himself, asking him to use an old piece of paper to copy the song "Su Muzhe: Burning Agarwood" and write down the date many years ago.
Then stamp it with your personal seal, and it will become the original work from that year.
Although Zhuangyuan Gong's suggestion, Zhou Bangyan, who considered himself a gentleman, was not willing to accept it.
But the problem is, that Zhao Abban winked at me with a smile.
Faced with the threat from the Imperial City Division, the iron-clad Zhou Bangyan still picked up his pen, pulled out an old piece of paper from the pile of old papers, and began to create seriously.
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A group of people finally gathered in the south building of Fan Building. Gao Zhang and others sat in a private room on the second floor. This private room was similar in shape to the east building.
At this moment, a charming and juicy young lady was introducing an auction item.
It was a masterpiece from a well-known Chinese artist from the previous dynasty, and Fan Lou also invited someone from the literary and artistic circle in Bianliang, Tokyo.
An old man who is well versed in the art of calligraphy and painting stood up and explained the authenticity of this painting.
After the young lady with a voice as clear as an oriole told the collector about the legendary experience of acquiring this painting, the auction finally came.
The starting price for such a masterpiece by a well-known painter is only 5 guan. Every time the price is increased, it must not be less than 5 guan, and the maximum increase must not exceed 20 guan, in order to prevent some troublemakers from blindly shouting prices and causing the auction to fail.
Following the young lady's shouts, one or two of these wealthy upstarts looked very relaxed and freehand at the moment and motioned to the half-dressed young lady around them to hold up signs for them.
For them, it is natural to have a good experience of the novel way of buying and selling such as auction.
As the young lady's clear voice sounded again and again, finally, the painting was sold for three hundred and twenty dollars.
As the first lot, it can be regarded as a perfect answer.
Mother Li, who was staying in another box with Miss Shishi, showed a happy smile.
The first auction item was sponsored by herself. Having said that, 320 items were auctioned, which really exceeded expectations.
Before putting it up for auction, she sent Manager Deng to find a pawn shop in Bianliang City, Tokyo, to test the price.
The lowest one is only 120 or 30 kuans, and at most it can only be regarded as 180 kuans.
After that, all kinds of lots appeared, but they were all ordinary lots.
The price is as high as two or three hundred guan, or as low as several dozen guan.
But soon, Lot No. 17 came. A young lady with beautiful features and slim figure picked up a small piece of rice paper that even looked a bit old.
Following the introduction by the eloquent young lady, everyone present knew that this was actually the original manuscript of the masterpiece "Su Muzhe: Burning Agarwood" written by Zhou Bangyan, a leading poet and poet of this dynasty who is still alive today.
It even has everyone's signatures and personal seals on it, which is enough to prove the authenticity of this thing.
Moreover, this manuscript comes from a mysterious seller. It is said that this mysterious seller has owned this original manuscript for more than twenty years.
Zhou Bangyan looked at the original manuscript with a face of shame, and subconsciously looked at Gao Zhang beside him.
Then I saw that the No. 1 Scholar had a look of astonishment on his face and his eyes widened.
"Wow, Mr. Zhou, is that really the original manuscript that you used to create "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"?"
"This is your most famous masterpiece. I didn't expect that the Fanlou Auction House would be able to auction such a treasure today."
Xiao Tao Su Wo, who had been thinking about what good things he should get for His Majesty so that he could win His Majesty's attention, suddenly lit up.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Bangyan beside him.
"Everyone Zhou, is this really your original manuscript?"
Looking at the glances directed at him, Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but steal another glance at Gao Zhang.
In the end, he could only force a smile and nodded to indicate that the thing was real.
At this moment, in the auction hall of the south building, many wealthy businessmen who like to be arty could not sit still.
What's important is that many of Fan Lou's accomplished ladies also looked at the original manuscript with gleaming eyes.
At this moment, Miss Shishi, who was sitting in the box, heard the host's introduction, and her expression dimmed, but she soon returned to normal.
Although the reserve price and bidding method of this original manuscript are the same as other literary and artistic auctions, five guan is the base price, and each increase in price is starting from 5 guan.
The price increase competition this time is obviously much more intense than before.
At this moment, both Gao Zhang and Zhou Bangyan looked at Xiao Tao Su Wo who was blushing with excitement.
As this close minister of the Emperor of Liao also joined the bidding process, the atmosphere reached a climax.
In the end, this original manuscript was bought by Xiao Tao Su Wen for a high price of 800 guan.
Gao Zhang grinned and looked at this Liao tycoon. He really didn't expect that the fake manuscript forged by Zhou Bangyan himself would actually sell for such a high price.
Zhou Bangyan himself was also dumbfounded, his old face looked a little shy, but more importantly, he was filled with the joy of reaping unexpected wealth.
Unexpectedly, the fake goods that I made under the coercion of Gao Zhang would be bought at such a high price by this friend from Liao who hangs out with me all the time in Happy House.
When I thought that even if Fan Lou would take 10% as commission, he could still get a huge sum of 720 yuan.
At this moment, a heavy wooden box, almost as tall as a person, was carried into the venue by several strong men. This was the last item in today's auction, and it was also the auction item: a clock.
The moment he saw this object appear at the auction house, Xiao Fengxian couldn't help but look towards Gao Zhang.
Gao Zhang nodded slightly towards him and showed an encouraging bright smile. It seemed to be saying, Come on, brother, as long as you work hard enough, it will be yours.