Another invisible rich man who made a special trip from out of town raised the price. He is the chairman of Shenzhen Best Technology Group. After seeing Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy through the Lanting Award calligraphy competition, he was deeply attracted. This time he
Hearing that there would be a charity auction of Wan Yunting's calligraphy works tonight, the boss named Lin Baisi came over directly on a private plane. Now he is bidding excitedly, as if he is determined to win.
"Three hundred and sixty million, this is too high."
"Yeah, these rich people are so crazy..."
The people around were shocked by the price. Everyone whispered to each other and talked about it. They were all shocked.
Even Zhang Huamao and Kang Hongwen were shocked by the price of 360 million. Wan Yunting frowned. He really didn't expect that this round of price increases was higher than the slim gold calligraphy work he had just bid for.
Crazy, the host Jiang Xiaoying on the stage was stunned, her mouth was open and she couldn't say a word.
"Three hundred and eighty million!"
As a result, at this time, the young man sitting next to the middle-aged man in white casual clothes raised his sign and called out the price in a calm voice.
"Oh my God, 380 million..."
When Lin Baisi heard the price, he immediately turned his head and looked straight at that late night, looking at the middle-aged man in white casual clothes. He had his legs crossed and a pair of white beads in his hand. He didn't know what kind of beads they were.
He is as big as an egg and wears a pair of glasses. With his eyes squinted, he is staring at Wan Yunting's wild calligraphy work hanging on the shelf on the stage...
"Four hundred million!"
Lin Baisi's eyes widened and he shouted at the old man to increase the price.
"Four hundred million..."
When the people around him heard the price he bid, they were all stunned and completely shocked.
The young man sitting next to the middle-aged man turned to look at him, then raised his sign and shouted very calmly: "Four hundred and fifty million!"
"Oh my God…"
When a gringo guest heard the price, he had an incredible expression on his face...
Other collectors also shook their heads and sighed. Four hundred and fifty million absolutely refreshed everyone's understanding. At the same time, it was also obvious that everyone was obsessed and crazy about Wan Yunting's calligraphy works...
Wan Yunting, who was sitting between Kang Hongwen and Ling Wei, also opened his mouth wide and could not say anything.
At this moment, Lin Baisi finally calmed down and frowned. It seemed that the price of 450 million was completely beyond the crazy price in his heart. It would be meaningless to raise it any higher. So he shook his head with regret and sighed.
Can sit down now.
The others looked at each other and whispered among themselves. The scene was silent for ten seconds. Only then did Jiang Xiaoying on the stage recover from her crazy emotions. She raised her hand to gesture in the direction of the middle-aged man and shouted: "Four and a half hundred million."
One time for 10 million, two times for 450 million, three times for 450 million, the transaction is completed. Congratulations to the gentleman with No. 90..."
"Snapped!"
With the sound of a wooden hammer, Wan Yunting's calligraphy work with wild cursive fonts was finally sold for 450 million, creating a historic moment.
Huangfu Hongfang, Gao Jiaxu, Liang Hongda and other literati sitting in the front row all had dull expressions. They opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but couldn't. They felt so complicated in their hearts.
Huangfu Xueyi smiled and said: "It's true that the youth is better than the master..."
Wan Yunting also turned his head to look at the middle-aged man wearing white casual clothes sitting not far away in the row behind them. He seemed to be aware of it and turned to look at Wan Yunting and smiled.
I gestured to say hello.
"She must be from out of town, I don't know her."
Kang Hongwen, Wang Jun and others also looked at this person one after another. They didn't recognize him, so he probably wasn't a local in Huadu City.
"Four hundred and fifty million, that's crazy."
Zhang Huamao sighed, and the others also shook their heads and sighed...
Originally, outsiders only hyped Wan Yunting's calligraphy works to hundreds of millions, which made some people think they had a chance.
But the crazy price increase in the two rounds of auctions just now has completely refreshed everyone's understanding. This group of rich people can only be described as almost crazy, but it has to be said that they are also really rich.
Jiang Xiaoying walked down in person, came to Wan Yunting's side, handed him the microphone and said with a smile: "Mr. Wan, were you expected or unexpected for the transaction price of your two calligraphy works?"
Then Wan Yunting stood up and faced the people around him. He paused and finally shook his head and said with a smile: "I can only say that all the bosses here are really rich. Thank you."
"Ha ha…"
His witty answer caused everyone in the room to laugh.
Then Jiang Xiaoying, who was on the microphone, smiled at him and said nothing more. She turned back to the stage and said with a smile: "Okay, time is running out. Next, please present the grand finale of our auction tonight!"
Immediately, the professional beauty from the auction house who was wearing a cheongsam and had outstanding temperament came up with a scroll in both hands, and then another beauty in cheongsam came up. Together, they held one end of the scroll and cautiously moved toward the crowd, slowly.
The floor opened, and it was Mr. Huangfu Xueyi's latest painting, "Love at the Fishing Port", a traditional Chinese painting technique work.
This painting depicts the scene of a small fishing port. The brush outlines the boats in the fishing port, the busy figures on them, and the smiles on the faces of the fishermen who caught the fish. It is painted in monotonous ink color, showing the scene of the fishing port.
, people can’t help but think of that beautiful picture...
"He is worthy of being a contemporary master of our Lingnan School of Painting. Mr. Huangfu's painting of the fishing port is so good. We are not qualified to comment on the technique. In short, it is a masterpiece!"
Liang Hongda stood up and patted Huangfu Xueyi's old flattery loudly and affectionately.
However, his words are not flattering. For Huangfu Xueyi, a representative figure of the contemporary Lingnan School of Painting, his paintings are definitely collections of fine works and are sought after by countless people in the literary and art circles.
It's a pity that as Huangfu Xueyi gets older, his works become less and less, so they become more and more valuable.
In the past two years, one of his paintings was auctioned in Hong Kong for a high price of 80 million!
It can definitely be called a high price, but if compared with the current two calligraphy works by Wan Yunting, in terms of auction price, 80 million is really not worth mentioning.
Huangfu Hongfang, who was sitting next to Huangfu Xueyi, was nervous at the moment.
Because he didn't expect that the highest one of Wan Yunting's two calligraphy works would fetch a sky-high price of 450 million!
If my grandfather's painting "Sentiment at the Fishing Port" cannot be sold for more than Wan Yunting's 450 million, then there will definitely be news from the outside world that the work of Huangfu Xueyi, a master of the contemporary Lingnan School of Painting, lost at auction.
It was given to a young calligrapher Wan Yunting.
You must know that for an artist, his face is his reputation. If he loses his face, who will praise him in the future?
At this time, Jiang Xiaoying also handed the microphone to Huangfu Xueyi and asked him to tell everyone about his inspiration and thoughts when he wrote the painting "Sentiment at the Fishing Port". Everyone listened carefully and was worried about this issue in their hearts!
If the final auction price of Huangfu Xueyi's painting was lower than Wan Yunting's, wouldn't it mean that he lost to a young man in some way?
"Mr. Huangfu's painting of a fishing port has a starting price of 10 million, with each additional bid increasing by 1 million!"
Jiang Xiaoying looked at everyone with the microphone and shouted: "Everyone starts bidding now..."
"Twenty million!"
The next second, someone directly added 10 million.
"thirty million!"
"Thirty-five million!"
"Forty million……"
After a round of fierce bidding, Kang Hongwen couldn't help it anymore, raised the sign and shouted: "One hundred million!"
"Oh, it's over 100 million. This has broken the price of Mr. Huangfu's previous auction works..."
"One hundred and ten million!"
A collector from out of town raised the price.
Kang Hongwen continued to shout: "One hundred and fifty million!"
Suddenly the collector from out of town shook his head regretfully. It seemed that there was no point in taking this picture of Huangfu Xueyi's fishing port for 150 million yuan.
Sure enough, other people around also looked at each other in shock. It seemed that the price exceeded everyone's minimum price...
For a moment, the scene fell into a brief silence. This time, the bidding price stopped at 150 million. Compared with the bidding price for Wan Yunting's calligraphy work just now, it was a huge difference.
"Brother Hongfang, what should we do..."
Gao Jiaxu became anxious and looked at Huangfu Hongfang.
Liang Hongda, Wang Fuyi and the others also looked at each other, feeling extremely worried, but they had no choice. If Mr. Huangfu’s painting of the fishing port was sold for only 150 million, lower than Wan Yunting, then Mr. Huangfu
This old face is completely lost.
But looking at Huangfu Xueyi sitting in the middle, the old man had his hands on his crutches and a smile on his rosy face. He didn't seem to care that the final transaction price of his work was lower than that of a young man.
Huangfu Hongfang, who was sitting on his left, turned to a middle-aged man sitting at the end of the two rows behind him and winked secretly!
"One hundred and fifty million once, one hundred and fifty million twice..."
"Twenty million!"
Just as Jiang Xiaoying was counting down, a middle-aged man raised a sign and shouted, and everyone present turned their attention to him.
Kang Hongwen and Wan Yunting also turned their heads and glanced at each other. They thought that Mr. Huangfu's picture of the fishing port would be photographed by Kang Hongwen. Unexpectedly, someone increased the price again, which made Kang Hongwen slightly raise his eyebrows.
Zhang Huamao shook his head and said: "Two hundred million is a sky-high price, and it would be boring to add more."
"Yes, Lao Kang, please let it go."
Wang Jun said.
Although this old Mr. Huangfu is a contemporary master of the Lingnan School of Painting, his works only cost more than 100 million or more than 200 million at most, which is obviously not worth it, because he is not yet the great master Fan Liren!
"Two hundred and twenty million!"
Kang Hongwen raised a sign and called the price again. Wan Yunting turned his face and looked at him, seeming to understand why he had increased the price again.
Huangfu Hongfang turned his head and looked at Kang Hongwen's increase in price. He couldn't help but feel excited, as he seemed to have a winning chance.