Suddenly the middle-aged man increased the price again. When the people around him heard the price, they all frowned. Wang Jun looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Did that guy do it on purpose?"
"Haha, maybe it's a trustee, otherwise I wouldn't have increased the price like this!"
Zhang Huamao sneered.
Kang Hongwen frowned, and finally he shook his head slightly and said, "It's boring. Although I really want to save Mr. Huangfu's last face, my money doesn't come from the strong wind."
As he stopped, the scene fell silent for a while, and no one raised the price again. Huangfu Hongfang's heart trembled. Seeing that Kang Hongwen did not continue, he already had a bad feeling.
The standing middle-aged man saw that Kang Hongwen did not continue, his expression changed, and he immediately turned his attention to Huangfu Hongfang!
Someone immediately caught the middle-aged man's behavior, and immediately understood what was going on, and his heart was full of disdain...
"Is there any additional price?"
Jiang Xiaoying on the stage looked at the quiet scene, paused for ten seconds, took the microphone and started shouting: "Two hundred and fifty million once, two hundred and fifty million twice, two hundred and fifty million..."
"500 million!"
However, just when everyone thought that Mr. Huangfu's "Fishing Port Love" would be sold for 250 million, a voice suddenly interrupted Jiang Xiaoying's words on the stage, and everyone present turned their heads and turned their eyes.
They all turned to Wan Yunting, who was bidding, and everyone looked stunned, as if they didn't expect it to be him.
Huangfu Hongfang, Gao Jiaxu, Liang Hongda and Wang Fuyi also turned to look at Wan Yunting, their expressions dull and stunned, with puzzled and confused eyes.
Why him?
Kang Hongwen, Ling Wei, Wang Jun and Zhang Huamao also looked at Wan Yunting in astonishment, but they soon understood why he did what he did.
Jiang Xiaoying on the stage looked at Wan Yunting in surprise and forgot to speak. He smiled and said: "Does anyone else want Mr. Huangfu's work?
If not, then leave it to me."
At this moment, the local literati and poets present in Huadu City looked at Wan Yunting and their eyes changed. They all knew why he paid such a high price for Mr. Huangfu's painting. It was just to save the old man's last face.
Huangfu Hongfang's whole body froze.
After reacting, Jiang Xiaoying immediately shouted: "Five hundred million once, five hundred million twice, five hundred million three times, the deal is done. Congratulations to Mr. Wan for taking the picture of Mr. Huangfu's painting of the fishing port. We will go to the back to go through the procedures later..."
As the wooden hammer hit, everyone present stood up and turned to face Wan Yunting. They burst into thunderous applause. Everyone looked at him with eyes full of respect and admiration. The layout was so big that everyone could call him Wan Shuxian.
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"Hongfang, help me up."
Huangfu Xueyi turned to look at his grandson with a stiff and stupid expression beside him. Huangfu Hong just came back to his senses and quickly stood up with a hum. He helped Huangfu Xueyi stand up on crutches. He slowly turned around and faced
He smiled at Wan Yunting and bowed slightly, as if to express his gratitude.
Wan Yunting also quickly bowed to him in return, smiled and nodded slightly.
"Let's go."
The last auction item was sold, and it was over. Huangfu Xueyi said softly, and Huangfu Hong beside him just recovered. He, Gao Jiaxu and Liang Hongda helped the old man walk outside and left the auction hall.
Huangfu Xueyi said slightly to the grandson beside him: "Hongfang, this is the difference between you and him. The mood is different, the pattern is different, your road is narrow, and people have never taken you seriously, so they don't
If I argue with you, think about it carefully."
Huangfu Hongfang was ashamed after hearing what his grandfather said. Knowing that his grandfather had already seen through his methods and evil thoughts, he quickly lowered his head and apologized: "Grandpa, I'm sorry..."
Huangfu Xueyi waved his hand, leaned on crutches and said nothing. With the support of Liang Hongda and others, he continued to leave outside...
Huangfu Hongfang was left standing in the passage, his face pale, his whole body trembling slightly, and he clenched his teeth. After a while, he turned back and looked at the lively sounds coming from the auction hall...
He lost completely tonight, lost in a mess, lost without any pattern at all...
"Wan Shuxian, can you write a few more works and put them up for auction? We really want to collect your calligraphy!"
"Alas, it's so difficult to see your calligraphy. Your calligraphy is magnificent. Your thin gold style can be called the reincarnation of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Your wild cursive style is even more outstanding in swordsmanship. It can be called a masterpiece in the world of calligraphy!"
"Yes, yes, I really like your crazy writing..."
At this moment, in the auction hall, even though it was over, there were still many people who stayed and stood up. All eyes were focused on Wan Yunting. The big collectors who loved his calligraphy were all excited and pleading with their words.
Let him write more calligraphy works and put them up for auction, because everyone really likes his calligraphy.
This made Wan Yunting feel embarrassed. He held up his hands and smiled politely to everyone present: "Thank you for your respect for Wan. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely write more works. Thank you..."
Since they had to go to the back of the auction to do the transaction procedures, Wan Yunting, Kang Hongwen, Wang Jun and Zhang Huamao also left. Under the guidance of the staff, they prepared to go to the backstage of the auction. Everyone surrounded them.
They rushed to greet Wan Yunting, and several local literati masters even saluted him and said: "Mr. Wan's magnanimity will not let Mr. Huangfu lose his face. Such a pattern makes us admire and feel ashamed."
"yes."
A literati named Mao Zhe, a master figure of the Lingnan School of Painting, apologetically said to Wan Yunting: "Mr. Wan, we judge the gentleman with a villain's heart, and we say evil things.
It is really a shameful act to belittle you, but Mr. Wan is as generous as the sea, and he only spends money to save Mr. Huangfu's face. We admire such a big plan."
"I hope Mr. Wan will not argue with us. We will definitely apologize to you in the future..." Another local literati also saluted and said apologetically.
This fact made Wan Yunting a little confused. He just took the picture of Huangfu Xueyi's work to save the old gentleman's face.
After all, on such an occasion, a contemporary master of the Lingnan School of Painting lost his face, which no one wanted to see, and Wan Yunting did not care about the previous festivals with Huangfu Hongfang.
In the eyes of others, Wan Yunting is tolerant and tolerates everything condescendingly. This is what Huangfu Xueyi just said, why Huangfu Hongfang is not as good as him.
But now as to why Mao Zhe and the others apologized to Wan Yunting, it turns out that during this period of time, the outside world was hyping up Wan Yunting's calligraphy, which made some local literati in Huadu City very dissatisfied, thinking that Wan Yunting was just a young boy who was in Lanting.
After receiving a few compliments from Fan Liren at the award, he became the number one calligrapher among contemporary young people. Such a flashy name made the local literati jealous.
Therefore, they made unflattering remarks about Wan Yunting in local literary circles.
However, Wan Yunting knew nothing about these remarks because he had no time to pay attention to the problems of the local literary circle. Of course, he heard a few words from Fang Guowen at noon, but Wan Yunting didn't care at all.
"You don't have to be like this. I took pictures of Mr. Huangfu's fishing port because I have admired him for a long time, so I couldn't help but take pictures of his works and take them back for collection without thinking too much."
Wan Yunting gave up to Mao Zhe and other literary masters, and did not want everyone to think that he took the picture of Mr. Huangfu just to save his face.
When Mao Zhe and other literati saw him being so humble and low-key, they felt even more ashamed. They all bowed their hands and could not say anything.
Wan Yunting didn't stay long, and he and Kang Hongwen continued to go to the backstage of the auction. At this time, someone was already starting the transaction process behind them. Fang Guowen and Han Shumei were also busy. When they saw Wan Yunting and Kang Hong
Wen came in and immediately greeted: "Yunting, Mr. Kang, Mr. Wang..."
At this time, others were going through the procedures. Wan Yunting, Kang Hongwen and Wang Jun had to sit aside and wait. Han Shumei and Ruby Lin came over and said in confusion: "Yunting, why did you spend so much money?"
If you take the last piece of work, it’s definitely not worth the sky-high price of 500 million.”
Fang Guowen and the others also walked up and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, you don't understand. The reason why Xiao Wan did this was just to save Mr. Huangfu's face. Although spending 500 million is not worth it, he is worth it to us."
He is respected by everyone in the local literary circle."
Indeed, Wan Yunting's actions tonight will soon spread in the literary circle.
Wan Yunting waved his hand to Fang Guowen and said with a smile: "Uncle Fang, you are overly complimentary. I didn't think much of it at the time. I took pictures of Mr. Huangfu's works for charity."
Han Shumei gave him a speechless look and said: "Yunting, your two works have been sold for a total of 750 million. This is definitely the ceiling of charity auctions in the history of our country. No one can match it. You
Isn’t this a big contribution? Why bother?”
"yes."
Lin Xinlan's face was full of excitement at this moment, and her eyes were even more intense when she looked at Wan Yunting, and she said: "I have held charity auctions in the past, and I have never seen a scene like tonight. A calligraphy work sold for four
Fifty million, this is really a myth."
"OK OK."
Wan Yunting waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sister Shumei, sister Xinlan, you don't have to praise me, just go and do your work."
"You, you, I really can't say anything about you."
Han Shumei pointed at his nose, rolled her eyes at him, shook her head and said nothing more, turned around and continued working with Lin Xinlan.
Kang Hongwen and Wang Jun were looking at the people in front of them who were going through the formalities, and said, "I haven't seen the person who took the wild work of Xiao Wan, and I don't know who it is!"
Wan Yunting also took a look, only to find the middle-aged man in casual clothes. The young man next to him came to handle the transaction procedures, but he did not see the middle-aged man show up. Everyone couldn't help but wonder who that person was.
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After all, the person who is willing to spend 450 million to take a picture of a calligraphy work is definitely a hidden-level boss. He didn't show up, maybe he was keeping a low profile.