As soon as Mr. Dong finished speaking, someone immediately made a bid.
The price increase for this auction is still at least 100,000 yuan each time.
The rule of the auction house is that by raising a placard, it proves that you accept the increase in price.
For example, the last buyer bid 1.1 million, and you only need to raise the sign to indicate that your bid is 1.2 million.
So there is no need to speak, just raise the sign.
"Okay, VIP No. 35 bids 1.1 million yuan for these four authentic Huang Biao paintings." The middle-aged auctioneer in a suit immediately shouted out in a unique voice.
Shen Yu turned around and saw that the person bidding was none other than one of the antique dealers who had just come to the stage to look at the painting.
"1.2 million."
Immediately someone raised another bid.
"Okay, VIP No. 37 bids 1.2 million!" The auctioneer's tone increased by three points.
"1.3 million!"
"VIP No. 38 bids 1.3 million!"
"1.5 million."
This time the buyer shouted out the price while raising his sign. This time he added 200,000 to the last buyer's price.
"Okay, VIP No. 39 bids 1.5 million!
"1.5 million, friends who like it can continue to increase the price."
There is a No. 35, a No. 37, and a No. 38 and a No. 39. Aren’t they right next to each other?
Could it be that they are starting to fight among themselves, fighting for these paintings?
Thinking in his heart, Shen Yu turned around and looked again. It was just as he thought. Although these antique dealers said that the four paintings were very bad and even worthless on the stage, they had their own thoughts in the audience. , one bid is more cruel than the other.
"1.7 million."
"1.9 million."
"2.1 million."
"2.3 million."
In just one minute, the price increased to 200,000 each time.
"2.5 million."
"3 million!"
"3.5 million!"
"4 million!"
"4.5 million!"
"5 million!"
The few antique dealers at the back raised the price to five million in less than three minutes.
Shen Yu didn't think they could recognize that the last painting of "Eight Immortals Drinking" was Xia Gui's original work.
Shen Yu has actually guessed what these antique dealers are thinking.
The first so-called "Picture of a Cottage in the Cold Forest" by Li Tang and the second picture "Picture of Returning on a Snowy Night" by Liu Songnian. With the sharp tongue of these antique dealers, it is easy to sell each of them for one million. , after all, this is Ming Dynasty calligraphy and painting anyway.
This is two million.
As for the third painting "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove" by Ma Yuan and the fourth painting "Eight Immortals Drinking" by Xia Gui, these people have been in the antique circle for many years, and they are definitely not just doing it. These two paintings should be authenticated by them.
They are authentic works of Huang Biao. Although these two paintings are not signed by Huang Biao, the third painting does have a seal of Huang Biao.
Putting it into the hands of these antique dealers, they should be able to estimate the market price of each painting at 5 million to 7 million.
Therefore, the total price of the four paintings should be between 12 million and 16 million.
Because Mr. Dong’s auction does not charge any fees except for antiques, so getting it within 10 million is very worthwhile in the eyes of these antique dealers.
If you have a darker heart, the fourth painting can be used as an authentic work by Xia Gui. If you meet a rich man, you might even earn ten or twenty million from him, and this possibility is very high.
So it is understandable that the price has risen so fast.
Moreover, it is not entirely correct to call them antique dealers. It is more appropriate to call them high-end antique brokers.
Junior antique brokers just earn commissions between buyers and sellers.
After these people made their first pot of gold, they even had their own customers and were no longer satisfied with the commission. They wanted to make money from their customers, that is, they wanted to make big money!
Among them, a middle-aged man with a skinny body but extremely shrewd eyes said to a companion next to him who also had no flesh on his face: "I said Lao Feng, didn't you say you won't buy it? Why are you paying such a price?
Has it reached 5 million?"
The other party also refused to give in, "Okay, Lao Wang, don't pretend to be confused. You know better than anyone how much these four paintings are worth. I am willing to pay a high price of 5 million for co-authorship? I will increase the price by 500,000 at a time."
Aren’t you the one who is the one?”
Lao Wang immediately retorted, "I'll increase the price. I didn't say these four paintings couldn't be bought before! It's you who said you couldn't buy them. Besides, Lao Zhang, Lao Chen, and Lao Xu have all bid, so why don't you?"
Bite them?"
As soon as Lao Wang said this, several other people were instantly dissatisfied and immediately began to refute.
When they were about to start fighting among themselves, a dignified-looking middle-aged man among the seven or eight people waved his hand, "Don't make any noise. The one with the highest price will get it. Just don't let others get it."
"Then listen to Brother Li." Several people said in unison.
In the VIP table, Lin Qingzhi and Mr. Wu listened intently to the words of these antique dealers.
"Sanniu, Bai Ming's calculations are really accurate. This group of antique dealers in Hongzhou are really going to fight among themselves."
Mr. Wu chuckled, "Although Lao Li, the leader of these antique brokers in Hongzhou, has passed away, his second son is still somewhat capable and can barely suppress these people.
"Having said that, in fact, these people are just talkative. When Lao Li was still alive, he helped Lao Dong contribute some items with unclear origins, which can be regarded as allowing Lao Dong to accumulate the first pot of gold.
"Although Lao Li finally bit him out after going in, more than 20 years have passed and there is really no need to take it to heart anymore. Today you would rather show an authentic work of Xia Gui than stand up for Lao Dong. , It’s not necessary, it’s really not necessary. It’s better to resolve enemies than to end them. Just let the past go!”
"It's worth it if I can give Bai Ming some words to vent my anger." Lin Qingzhi suddenly showed a cold look on his face.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu shook his head and said no more.
Seeing this, Shen Yu felt something in his heart. The relationship between Lin Qingzhi and Mr. Dong is unusual!
As if he was afraid that Mr. Wu would misunderstand, Lin Qingzhi said quickly, "I'm talking about Sanniu. Huang Biao is just a fake painter from ancient times. Although he is very good at painting, are his paintings worthy of so many people bidding? After all, he is not even ranked in the history of painting. Give me your name."
Lin Qingzhi took the hot tea handed over by Shen Yu and asked Wu Laoxiao.
"Humph!"
Mr. Wu snorted heavily, "Stop shouting in front of the juniors, you have to save some face for me, right? Can you, Mr. Lin, lose a piece of meat by calling me Lao Wu?"
The bickering between the two was quite interesting.
Shen Yu guessed that Lin Qingzhi might be two or three years older than Mr. Wu, so he called Mr. Wu's "Ben" as "Sanniu". In fact, Mr. Wu was not angry at all.
Lin Qingzhi laughed when he heard this, "Okay, then I'll call you President Wu of the Jade Association. Is that settled?"
"That's pretty much it!"
Mr. Wu nodded with satisfaction like a winner.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. Old Wu, please tell me about Huang Biao."
Mr. Wu shook his head, "I'm only one year younger than you. You're 73 and I'm 72. Oh, I'll just tell you what you ask me to say? After all, I, Wu Ben, have a net worth of hundreds of billions. I'm not only one of the best in Jiangnan Province, but It’s okay to be in the top ten of the rich list, what? I don’t want to lose face in front of juniors?”
"Xiao Shen, old man Lin is the president of the Collection Association. This is the first time you meet, so you can tell him about antiques. You can be considered familiar!"
Shen Yu understood that this was an opportunity given to him by Mr. Wu to accumulate contacts, so he did not refuse, "so that President Lin can know that, as you said, it stands to reason that Huang Biao's painting skills have reached the pinnacle of ancient painters, and he should have been famous among the world's talents." Yes, but in fact he is still unknown.
People don't necessarily mean they can get ahead if they are capable.
As the saying goes, time is also destiny. If a person wants to succeed, weather, location, people, ability, and luck are all indispensable."
Lin Qingzhi didn't expect Shen Yu to say such philosophical words. He nodded first, and then said: "That's good. Keep talking. It's best to give an example!"
Shen Yu added: "Excellence in learning leads to officialdom. In ancient times, the imperial examination was the best shortcut to reach the pinnacle of life.
It stands to reason that those who won the top prize in ancient times were all extremely talented people and should have great potential.
Even if you don't leave your name in history and become a marquis or prime minister, but you can become a first-class official by virtue of your qualifications, then you should be able to become a second-class official.
But in fact, since Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty started the imperial examination, most of the more than 700 number one scholars in history have been unknown and lacked successors.
His official position is not high, and his literary achievements are average.
There are very few champions among famous ministers in the past dynasties.
For example, in the Ming Dynasty, there were a total of 90 champions, but only 13 eventually achieved first-grade official positions.
It is better than Yang Shen, who wrote "The Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River East", but he is just famous. Compared with Zhang Juzheng, Wang Yangming, Yan Song, Xu Jie, Yu Qian, Yang Pu, Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, Yang Lai and others, his official career is incomparable
"The official career is like this, and the painting career is also like this!"
