No one continued to increase the price, and the three sapphires named "Heart of the Sea" were sold for 180 million, and the audience burst into applause again.
This price made Niu Xiaotian very satisfied, which diluted the annoyance of just spending 100 million.
In this auction, if you count on your fingers, you will get several tens of millions of dollars in your account, which is what a person should be satisfied with.
"Puyang Hai has the courage to do things, I must praise him."
Wei Sheng Chu Chu's admiration is full of sourness no matter how you listen to it. You can really be willful if you have money.
"Hey, I think he is a bit reckless in spending money!"
Niu Xiaotian doesn't think so. Anyway, he won't spend money to collect.
"Brother, I'm not telling you, that thing on your neck should be polished off. If Haixin Technology buys Haixin and hypes it up, how much advertising fees will be saved! No matter how you calculate it, he will make a lot of money!"
Wei Sheng Chu Chu directly pointed it out.
Can this still be done?
Niu Xiaotian was very surprised and had to admire how smart the entrepreneurs were and could find business opportunities everywhere.
Using money to make money has always been their strength.
The auction is ongoing, and various antiques, calligraphy and paintings are on the market one after another.
Entrepreneurs participated enthusiastically, and collectors were not to be outdone. There was constant applause and it was as lively as a party.
At half past eleven, the auction officially ends.
After paying the money and getting the treasure back, the entrepreneurs were beaming with joy and walked out of Tianye Building with light and confident steps and returned to Xiaoyao Villa.
The fat old man actually joked with Qingyi, got into the Hong Benben driven by Ni Hongyu, and went to Xiaoyao Villa as a guest.
Niu Xiaotian went to get the auction item, but Fu Fang stopped him and said with a frown: "Brother Xiaotian, that broken painting is not worth 100 million, so it's better not to let it go! The fine is easy to say, I will do the accounting, so I won't accept it."
"How about that? We operate according to the law and have no regrets. If you buy it, you just buy it. Give it to me and transfer it later." Niu Xiaotian refused.
"Oh, actually I don't even understand why this painting was taken. Is it because of the legendary brain fog?"
Fu Fang was full of apologies.
"Don't think too much, you are in good health, and I really like this painting." Niu Xiaotian comforted with a smile.
After getting the scroll and putting it in the creaking nest, Niu Xiaotian went downstairs, got into the bulletproof car, and returned directly to the villa.
Just in front of the villa, Niu Xiaotian met the fat old man who came out, and his eyes lit up.
He changed into a crisp suit, washed his face, and combed his hair neatly without any mess. The previous tramp temperament was gone.
"Xiaotian, thank you for the reward."
The fat old man bared his teeth and waved, then smiled at Qingyi behind him and said: "Xiao Qingyi, thank you for helping me clean up. We will see you later."
"Come often!" Qingyi smiled.
"First let's experience the prosperity of the world, and then find a girl." The fat old man winked with a mischievous smile.
The whites of Qingyi's eyes rolled up, showing a trace of helplessness.
"Hey, senior, why don't you stay for lunch?"
Niu Xiaotian pretended to be polite and resisted taking out the measuring mirror to check the fat old man's true identity. Qingyi must know it.
"Haha, I'm afraid I'll make you poor, so I'd better save some money."
The fat old man laughed and walked into the field with confident steps.
That’s right!
He did not take the village road, but got into the cornfield like a green gauze tent, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After parking the car, Niu Xiaotian took the painting and went to Qingyi's room first.
Before sitting down, Qingyi greeted with a smile: "Xiaotian, open it quickly and take a look."
When I unfolded the scroll, it was exactly the same as what was shown on the projection, but I immediately felt a different atmosphere.
really,
Just in the clouds on the painting, there is a hidden spiritual talisman, which is also drawn with the juice of star energy grass.
With a thought, Bai Fei immediately appeared in the house, in the form of a beautiful woman, and asked with a smile: "Boss, what are your orders?"
"There is the scent of Star Energy Grass on it, you should absorb it!"
"Hey, thank you boss."
Bai Fei reached out and grabbed the breath, put it under his nose and inhaled.
The hidden spirit talisman was cracked, and a thread-bound book suddenly appeared on top of the painting. The cover contained several genuine texts that Niu Xiaotian didn't recognize.
"Haha, you are so sincere."
Qingyi was very happy. She picked up the book and flipped through it a few times, nodding with satisfaction.
"What's it for?" Niu Xiaotian asked hurriedly.
"The map of the spirit world is very detailed and should be the latest version."
Niu Xiaotian was completely shocked. This was a necessity for traveling into the spirit world. It was extremely rare. Spending 100 million would undoubtedly make a lot of money.
"The fat old man is a god!"
"Shengjun Daoxuan is the most indifferent god in the heaven, and he has the best temperament. You have also seen his shortcomings. He is slovenly and his words are not in tune." Qingyi snorted.
I go!
Sure enough, it has a great background!
To this day, Niu Xiaotian has not figured out what the gods call the distribution of official ranks. Who is more awesome, the real person, the true king, the holy king, etc.
Of course, I don't want to waste my brain, after all, it has nothing to do with me.
As long as Qingyi treats him with courtesy, he is undoubtedly a big shot.
"The holy king went down to the lower world just to experience the big hotel and the beautiful girls?" Niu Xiaotian joked.
"Haha, now that he has money in his pocket, he can be as happy as he likes!"
Qingyi smiled, knowing that Niu Xiaotian was very curious, and introduced the abilities of this Daoxuan Sage.
Soaring in the clouds and riding on the mist, concealing one's form, taking a thousand-mile step, etc., every god can do it, and there is no need to emphasize it.
Daoxuan Shengjun is best at painting. He can pick it up with ease and excel in his craftsmanship. He can also be called the god of painting.
Moreover, he has a magic pen called the dotting pen, which he rarely uses.
What is it used for?
The finishing touch can seal all spirit creatures, including ghosts, into a painting.
When Bai Fei heard this, he couldn't help but trembled in fright. This was not a painting, it was clearly a prison!
So cool!
Niu Xiaotian's eyes were shining. He wished he had such a magic pen. He said seriously: "I know the name of the holy king when he is alive, Ma Liang."
Ha ha!
Qing Yi smiled and bent over, waving her hands and saying: "Xiao Tian, you are really funny. Ma Liang, the magic pen, is a fairy tale and cannot be taken seriously."
"Hey, since it was produced by the God of Painting, this painting must be unique and must be valuable!"
Niu Xiaotian lowered his head and looked at the painting. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the painting was top-notch and miraculous. In a trance, he felt that the corners of those people's clothes were moving.
"It must be valuable, you are like seeing a group photo of the gods!" Qingyi pointed to a place with a smile: "This is me!"
Niu Xiaotian quickly took a closer look. Among the people in the back row, a small head was half exposed, and there seemed to be a strange-shaped hairpin stuck in the bun.
"Qingyi, don't tell me, the characters in this painting are really the gods of the heavens." Niu Xiaotian was extremely shocked.
"Haha, when the fake is the real, the real is also fake, who cares!"
Qingyi smiled and answered vaguely, and added: "Sage Daoxuan has been secretly helping us. The two fake paintings of Tang Bohu were both made by him. He also sent spiritual grass seeds and two maps."