Chapter 228

Chu Han kept guessing in his heart. Dong Wensheng looked at Du Jiangwen next to him disdainfully. Last time he robbed the painting of the spring palace, he felt a little uncomfortable. Today, he has to save face. The key is that the famous paintings in his current collection just lack Tang Bohu.

"32 million!"

Dong Wensheng's bid did not make Du Jiangwen afraid, but followed by a price increase.

"35 million!"

"Forty million!"

Dong Wensheng raised another five million yuan. Then he had to look at Du Jiangwen very provocatively. Seeing that Du Jiangwen was about to speak again, Chu Han quickly inserted a sentence.

"Fifty million!"

"Wow ~ ~"

Chu Han's price increase once again made the whole venue boiling. The more he played, the bigger it was. How could it be that he had increased the price by 10 million?

"Sixty million!"

However, hearing Du Jiangwen's voice, Chu Han was immediately relieved that this painting was his. The reason why he called the price was just to raise the price. Fortunately, the Du family were so proud that they were experts in painting. The price of 60 million yuan was the same.

"Eighty million!"

"Keke ~ ~"

Chu Han coughed two times and almost couldn't help laughing. Dong Wensheng was not willing to be outdone. He also added 10 million yuan. So far, Chu Han was satisfied enough and gave Dong Wensheng a thumbs up. In other people's eyes, he was counselled and didn't dare to bid any more, and Dong Wensheng also said to him: "small sample, this painting is 100 million yuan I can accept it all the time! "

"Gulong ~ ~"

hearing this, Chu Han felt that his head was about to be knocked dizzy, as if there were stacks of banknotes falling from the sky, and hit him hard on the head, so fast that he could not avoid it.

"100 million!"

"Hiss ~ ~"

the silence of the whole meeting hall was as silent as death, and the exaggeration could be heard. Many people took a breath of cool air. Isn't that too much? A painting was sold for 100 million yuan? What about NIMA? When did painting care so much about money?

Seeing the situation at this time, Wang Lao on the stage was also disgusted with the storm. The bottom price of the painting in his heart was 10 million, at least 30 million. He only thought about 50 million, but he didn't expect that the price of the painting had doubled to 100 million. He couldn't help looking at Chu Han. He wanted to send it!

Seeing Wang Lao's eyes, Chu Han also smiles. It seems that it is necessary to have a good relationship with Tang Bohu in the future.

"The guests of VIP seat No.3 bid 100 million, 100 million. Is there anything higher?"

Mr. Wang stood on the stage and looked at the guests with a confused face. He said slowly, "once a hundred million!"

"Twice a hundred million!"

"One hundred million three times!"

"Deal!"

"Dong ~ ~"

due to the high price, there was a short music sound in the meeting hall, and Du Jiangwen stood up and bowed to many people, which was to sit down again.

"Uncle Dong, why don't you continue to follow me?"

"With the fart, I just said, a hundred million is OK, if more, I won't follow!"

"Why?"

Chu Han looked at him with a smile. He could not wait for the two to shout for a while, so he would earn more.

"Although I don't agree with him a little bit, I'm still a bit rational. I don't do too much business at a loss!"

"Do you mean that a hundred million yuan of this painting is not too bad?" Chu Han understood Dong Wensheng's meaning. Doesn't that mean Tang Bohu's paintings are valuable?

"Well, although the price of a hundred million yuan is a little high, if you insist on losing it, you will lose a little, but you can't lose anything. The main reason is that the collection value is high. Tang Bohu is the first of the four talents in the south of the Yangtze River, and he paints well, so a hundred million yuan is still worth it!"

"I see!"

Although hearing Dong Wensheng's explanation, Chu Han didn't pay much attention to it. After this painting is finished, maybe there will be another one? As long as we have a good relationship with Tang Bohu, what kind of painting is not a matter of one sentence?

Next, he bought a few items at random. Most of them cost about 10 million to 30 million yuan. They are all official ceramics. Even if they are not sold, they can be decorated in the store.

Before he knew it, the auction was coming to an end. When Chu Han lowered his head and listened to Wang Lao's voice, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the things on the stage.

"This auction is a remnant of a map. It's hard to know exactly what the map is, but it's mostly a treasure. If you're interested, you can prepare it!"

Looking at the red cloth covering most of the stage, like kraft paper, Chu Han thought of the previous picture. He simply reached out and touched Dong Wensheng, who was next to him, and whispered: "Uncle Dong, that's what you bought last time, isn't it?"

"Well!"

"What the hell is this for?"

"It's no use. I'm curious. I'll buy it and have a look!"However, Dong Wen's answer made Chu Han a little depressed. If he didn't want to say it, he didn't want to say it. What's the reason?

"The reserve price of this auction is 10 million, and the price increase should not be less than 2 million each time. The auction begins!"

"Dong ~ ~"

Chu Han found that Dong Wensheng was interested. In the VIP banquet, the vast majority of people started to raise their cards to bid. Even Jiang Yuli and Zhang Yifan, who were beside him, kept calling. They had a tendency to follow these people to the end.

In addition to these, Chu Han even saw the man in black in the No.2 VIP seat, who was also a man with no cousin, but he looked at himself from time to time, as if he would fight with him.

"Fifty million!"

After a fierce auction, the price of this small picture also came to the 50 million mark. This is the third thing with more than 50 million at auction tonight. Now it seems that Dong Wensheng made a profit last time, because he spent only 10 million or 20 million on that picture last time, and this one actually fell 50 million!

"Eighty million!"

"Hua ~ ~"

the whole audience was in an uproar. The voice was strange and familiar. It wasn't heard for a long time. Familiar was heard before. But Chu Han saw that the owner of the voice was long Zhenyue, the No.1 VIP seat. As the future successor of longbaoge, the price was raised by 30 million. This is not the courage that ordinary people can have.

"This guy..."

Chu Han looked at it and thought that he would get 60 million yuan. But this guy seems to be more ruthless than himself. As soon as he opens his mouth, he will get 80 million yuan. How can he play? Although he is also interested in this picture, it's just the so-called "green hills are not afraid of no firewood". Since it's hard to spell, let it go. If it's too big, just ask him to get it.

"Young master long of No.1 VIP seat asked for 80 million, 80 million. Is there a higher price?"

Looking at the group of people in the VIP table, Mr. Wang was full of horror. Although he rarely presided over the auction, he had seen a lot of auctions. It was the first time for those rich people. Were these people crazy? The VIP seats are not for nothing.