Zhou Zichen glanced at Qin Pei in surprise. No wonder he didn't find him just now. He was not backstage. When Qin Pei came on stage, he not only came on stage alone, but also had King Kong standing next to him, who punched Tao Zhuo.
The giant who almost KO'd him.
"Mr. Qin Pei is the eldest son of the Qin Group in Beijing. The Qin Group has businesses overseas and is famous throughout the country. Mr. Qin Pei is the eldest son of the current chairman. He likes to collect all kinds of antiques, and we are going to auction today
It’s the paintings he brought back from overseas and collected for a long time!”
Han Liqun then introduced to the crowd that the applause never stopped. Everyone's focus was on Qin Pei. Some people came to see the painting, but more people came to see Qin Pei.
Let's meet up and make friends or something.
"Mr. Qin Pei, what do you want to say about this auction?" Han Liqun looked at Qin Pei and said, then handed Qin Pei a microphone.
Zhou Zichen looked at Qin Pei with interest. He didn't expect that Qin Pei actually had such a strong background. If it were in the past, Zhou Zichen might not be able to compete with him, but now Zhou Zichen is different from the past.
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"To put it simply, I hope that the bidders will participate with a heart that loves painting. I have treasured this painting for a long time, but my eyesight is poor and I cannot realize its due value, so I hope that someone can truly appreciate it.
Appreciate it and cherish it.”
Qin Pei took the microphone and opened his mouth with a noble temperament. The temperament around him was not something ordinary people could possess. And from his words, Zhou Zichen could not hear any arrogance, but restrained but not lost.
Develop your own demeanor.
After Qin Pei finished speaking, it was time for the protagonist's scene. Everyone's eyes were focused on the curtained painting at the back. They all wanted to find out how valuable the painting was.
Zhou Zichen did not use the power of his eyes to check because there was no need. Jiang Qian was talking to him on the side, and Liu Yuan didn't even have anyone to talk to. His position seemed a bit awkward.
"Quiet! Quiet!" Han Liqun waved his hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
"Our Young Master Qin is just looking for someone who is destined to be the best, and he is also looking for someone who truly understands painting, so the price set by Young Master Qin is... the starting price is one yuan!"
As soon as Han Liqun said this, no one in the audience spoke, as if he could hear a pin drop, and Zhou Zichen also narrowed his eyes.
Although that is what they say, in fact it is not certain how much this painting will be auctioned for in the end, it may be a sky-high price, and the starting price of one yuan is nothing more than a gimmick!
"How much? One dollar? Isn't this too fake?"
"You don't understand this, right? I really love painting, and maybe I just want to find a master to appreciate it. It is said that after someone has an epiphany, what he understands is worth much more than money!"
Everyone was in an uproar. Everyone was discussing this matter and expressed their thoughts one after another. Han Liqun watched everyone's reaction with satisfaction. He had the same reaction when he first heard the news.
"Okay, without further ado, let's get into today's auction! First, let's take a look at the true face of Mount Lu in this painting!"
Following Han Liqun's order, the curtain covering him was instantly opened, and everyone's eyes were focused there. In a glass container, a painting lay quietly inside.
No one dared to make a sound, they all looked at the painting in front of them quietly. Although they were far away, it was a rare experience in their lives to see a painting handed down from the sixteenth century.
"As we all know, during that period of the 16th century, many literary giants and painters were born, and the author of this painting was a world-famous master at that time. This is a painting he created in his middle age.
, used to criticize the colonial rule and social status quo at that time."
As the curtain opened, Han Liqun's voice sounded again, explaining history to everyone, but in fact no one listened to what he said. Everyone was attracted by this painting.
Zhou Zichen also stared at this painting intently. From the analysis of its paper and pigments, Zhou Zichen could not see any adulteration, so it was basically certain that it was authentic.
But the previous incident was too weird. Things would be lost in the museum and returned in the end. Could it be that the thief felt that the thing was worthless? Or did he feel that he could not offend the owner of the painting?
But Zhou Zichen felt that it was not the case. This kind of thing is too easy to make people think wrongly, and when they think about it, they will think of guarding and stealing. It is no wonder that Zhou Zichen thinks that they may switch the painting.
"Did you see anything?" Jiang Qian asked from the side. Anyway, judging from his ability, he really couldn't tell anything true or false.
"No, I don't think there's anything wrong with the paper, the paint, or the content of the painting..." Zhou Zichen frowned. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out now.
What's the problem?
"Well, I think so too. It seems that this painting is indeed real..." Jiang Qian nodded. Since Zhou Zichen couldn't tell, he could basically be sure that the painting was authentic.
As time went by, the first bidder soon appeared, and then the auction price of the painting increased exponentially, and soon it reached a price of one million!
"The bid on the 13th is 1.95 million! Are there any more increases?" Han Liqun announced everyone's auction prices on the stage. Although he doesn't care about the money now, since Qin Pei asked him to come
, he must do this job well.
"I'll give you three million! Please give me some face!" A man with a big belly stood up and said to everyone with narrowed eyes.
Most of the people present were well-known people, but not many of them knew him.
"This guy is from the other side of the river. He is worth over 10 billion. However, there were rumors that he was committing fraud in the early years, so his reputation is not very good." Jiang Gan introduced to Zhou Zichen on the side. The man's name was Jiang Shiluo.
The era was very famous.
"Why should I give you face? I'll pay 3.1 million!" Someone soon stood up and retorted. Is it possible that just 3 million would make these big guys here bow their heads?
According to Zhou Zichen's estimation, if there is really no problem with this painting, its price should be priceless. In other words, no matter how much the price is, Zhou Zichen thinks it is reasonable, because it is already the crystallization of wisdom left by his ancestors.
It cannot be measured in money.
"Ten million." A cold and stiff voice rang out, and even Zhou Zichen looked over in surprise.
The price was raised to this level all of a sudden. Zhou Zichen wanted to see who it was, but when Zhou Zichen turned around, he saw two bearded men, who were obviously not yellow.
"This is our country, you people shouldn't participate!" I don't know if it's because he doesn't speak Chinese well, but Zhou Zichen sounds a bit weird.
When those colonial powers came to invade China, why didn't they return the things later? Nowadays, many Chinese treasures are circulated in auctions around the world. The Chinese people have to pay to bid if they want to get them back. There are so many
Satire?
"Fifteen million! What's from your country? If you have money, just keep increasing the price!" A Chinese man stood up and said, don't say so much, how this thing spread to China is a question, if it is true
If it's stolen, then he can take a photo of it and send it back, but if it's in normal circulation, you can only buy it back with money because of circumstances!
Zhou Zichen looked at these people in surprise, but although it was unexpected, it was reasonable. After all, the real boss usually appeared last.
The two white men gritted their teeth, obviously thinking whether they should continue to increase the price. In fact, how could they be from the author's country? Although they are countries on the same continental plate, to say that they are one country is not
Far from it. They just wanted to use this to see if they could stop others from competing with them, but now they obviously failed.
"Mr. Jiang is not interested in this?" Zhou Zichen glanced at Jiang Gan and asked. The painting depicts the current social situation in the Netherlands at that time. It is full of irony. The woman is holding the dog and the child is crawling on the side. It looks very modern.
Society has a very high meaning.
"Now is the battlefield for you young people. Foreign paintings are not suitable for people like me to collect." Jiang Gan said half-jokingly. He will not be short of money, but he simply doesn't like it. He prefers ancient Chinese times.
calligraphy and painting.
Zhou Zichen shrugged. It was understandable that Jiang Gan didn't like it. Anyway, he didn't think there was any problem. If he gave it to Zhou Zichen, Zhou Zichen might not like it.
"By the way, I heard that your antique shop attracted a thief? What's going on?" Jiang Gan is probably the only one who can ask such a question under such circumstances. He is not interested in this thing. How much does it cost?
Money is just a ring in the end.
"What happened last night, I stole something worthless, but Xiaowuzi was stabbed by someone." Zhou Zichen said in a serious tone. It would be better if he didn't mention it, but he would get angry when he did.
Originally, the Antique Street should have had its own security measures, such as a security room at the entrance and the like, and people would be cleared out when the time came, and the anti-theft measures at Gu Ranxuan were also very good, but those people somehow took a fancy to them.
"What? Xiaowuzi was stabbed by someone? Is it serious?" Jiang Gan's expression changed. Xiaowuzi had also been with him for a while. If he was not Fan Yi's apprentice, Jiang Gan would have accepted him.
"The internal organs were not injured, but this child has been anemic since he was a child, and now he has received so much blood. He was still receiving blood transfusions when I came here." Zhou Zichen sighed, and then explained it to Jiang Qian. Unfortunately, it happened to happen again.
Let Liu Yuan hear it.
"Haha... this may be retribution." Liu Yuan curled his lips and said with a somewhat gloating tone.