Dorella is very familiar with the auction house and does not need the guidance of the staff at all.
Then he led Yang Haoran into the auction house, found seat number, and sat on it.
"There are three positions here that I have reserved. The auction house will not be easily given to others without my permission."
Dorela explained to Yang Haoran with a smile, and Yang Haoran sat on No. 9 next to her.
At this time, people were arriving at the auction house one after another, creating a noisy scene.
The rostrum in the auction house was still empty at this time, and it was still some time before the auction officially started.
"Would you like to take a look at what's up for auction today? There might be something you're interested in."
"Do you have a list of auction items here?"
Dorella smiled slightly and took out her mobile phone.
“They will send me an electronic list of auction items one day before the auction starts.
You turn on Bluetooth and I'll send it to you."
The corner of Yang Haoran's mouth twitched, and he took out the ancestral mobile phone, and saw a strange look on Dorella's face.
"You are very low-key. In fact, this kind of mobile phone is quite easy to use. Just take a look at it."
Yang Haoran chuckled and took Dorela's cell phone, already opening the auction item list page.
There are nine auction items in total, including four famous paintings, three objects representing the identity of the marquis, a golden gun and a piece of textile from the East.
Yang Haoran just glanced at it briefly, but he was a little uninterested.
Nothing in it could arouse his interest.
So Yang Haoran returned the phone to Dorela with a smile on his face.
"Why, there is nothing of interest?"
Yang Haoran shook his head and asked: "What? Is there something you want in here?"
Dorella said nothing and pointed at the golden gun.
"This thing is closely related to my ancestors. I didn't expect it to appear at the auction. I must take a photo of it."
Only then did Yang Haoran take a look at the auction price, and his pupils immediately shrank.
"One hundred million general coins? Oh my god, are you sure there is nothing wrong with the price? Is it worth the price?"
Even if a golden gun is made of pure gold, according to the market price of gold, it cannot exceed 10 million general coins.
The asking price is 100 million, is this seller crazy?
Or do you think the person planning to buy this thing is a fool?
Dorella looked at Yang Haoran with a solemn expression and dissatisfaction.
"I think you must not have read the introduction about the item. This golden gun is not an ordinary weapon. It is a relic of the legendary war god Chamille of the Dragon God Knights.
This gun is also called the Wrath of the Dragon God and has magical abilities.
It is extremely strong and indestructible. The war god Chamuel used this Dragon God's Wrath to conquer the New Orchid Continent without any defeat."
Yang Haoran's eyes lit up: "If it is really so powerful, I would be a little interested.
You said you have a close relationship with your ancestors. Could it be that the God of War Chamuel is your ancestor?"
Dorella's face was serious, and she said without joking: "He is just closely related to his ancestors, and my family respects him very much.
Therefore, his relics are not allowed to be left outside. For us, the commemorative significance of this thing is greater than its actual value."
When the two people were talking, the auction house was already full of people.
A tall girl from Zealand has already stepped onto the podium and opened the curtain. 600 Novels
The auction house burst into warm applause, and then fell silent.
The people who can come to the auction house are all people with status, so naturally it cannot be as noisy and chaotic as the boxing ring.
“Hello everyone, thank you all for coming and supporting our auction house.
In order to repay everyone's enthusiasm, we will also try our best to select high-quality products to present to you.
At the same time, you are also welcome to bring your unused precious items to our auction house for appraisal and auction.
We will definitely give you a satisfactory result.”
After another round of applause, the auction officially began.
The first auction was for several famous paintings, and the competition was fierce, but the bids were all within the acceptable range.
After all, things like famous paintings have an approximate market price in the international market.
Even in the auction house, no one will take advantage of you and offer high prices at random.
When the three Marquis tokens were auctioned, everyone's enthusiasm obviously increased.
Regardless of their own value, these items are very rare and unique.
If done properly, there will be a lot of room for appreciation.
Even similar items are difficult to see at auction.
Most of these things came from the hands of down-and-out nobles.
But even if most nobles are down and out, many of them still maintain the dignity of the nobles, and most of them will not auction off their ancestors' relics.
So once it leaks out, there will be a scramble for it.
This time was no exception. The highest seal of the Marquis was actually sold for a high price of 15 million common coins.
During this period, Yang Haoran just watched quietly. To him, these things were of little value.
It was the next auction item, the one-meter-by-two-meter Oriental textile, that aroused Yang Haoran's interest.
"Everyone, this auction item should come from the mysterious Eastern China two hundred years ago.
Its exquisite textile craftsmanship is breathtaking, and it is even difficult to detect traces of processing with the naked eye.
The material used is precious antelope wool, which is also made of gold wire.
If preserved properly, it can even last for thousands of years.
The starting price of this textile is 1.2 million general currency, and everyone can bid after that."
Very rarely, the auction house was deserted, and not many people were interested in this auction item.
“It’s just a piece of textile, and it’s going to be auctioned for 1.2 million general coins!
My God, this is simply robbery, I can go to China to customize a lot of the same textiles for the same price."
"You're right, even if you customize better materials, it won't cost so much.
If you buy such an old blanket and go home, your friends will laugh to death."
After a lot of discussion, someone finally raised a sign, which caused a roar of laughter.
"One hundred thousand general coins! The price for this thing is already sky-high. It's just for the sake of its 200-year history, otherwise it's not worth the price at all!"
The bidder was a young man in his forties with a lazy look.
He had little interest in the item itself, and he only bid on it on a whim.
Considering the price at the auction house, one hundred thousand general coins is indeed nothing to him.
There was a burst of laughter in the auction house, and most of the people in the auction house raised the prices.