Chapter 647

The auction went on smoothly.

Although many people don't know what the core object of this auction is, it will never cause them any confusion. Anyway, as long as there are good things, it will be OK.

With the passage of time, things that come out can always attract a burst of exclamation.

"My God, isn't this really the true work of Wu Daozi? It's a national treasure! "

"It's true. It must be true. You don't want to think about where we are now. This is Zhou Lei's territory. If anyone dares to auction fakes here, it's just boring." However, some people with a clear mind have successfully answered this question, but the angle of the solution is not very professional. Of course, it doesn't matter. Anyway, we just need to know the final result.

Many elderly people, or collectors who have a strong interest in collecting, when they see this painting, it is no exaggeration to say that their eyes begin to glow green.

"I really don't understand the owner of this auction house. Shouldn't such a good thing be put at the end? This can be the last or the most important part of the show An old man with glasses sighed and said, as if he was sighing that there was something wrong with the boss of the auction.

Here, we also need to explain that in many people's way of thinking, the final line seems to be the last one to appear. This view is wrong. The correct definition of the final line is the second from the bottom. The last one to appear is called the final line.

Of course, these details need not be too serious.

When Wu Daozi's painting appeared, Zhou's face was full of flesh pain.

"Hey, brother Zhou, isn't that your heart? How did Zhou Lei give me a favor? " Grandfather Qu Yang said with a smile.

Mr. Zhou coughed awkwardly and said, "young people still need help. It's good to help them! What's more, is there still a small amount of things Qu Yang cheated out of you? "

Master Qu stopped talking at all.

To be honest, he felt that Mr. Zhou's words were reminiscent of his own pain

"All right, let's not talk about it. Keep watching! However, there are still a lot of people here who know the goods! They all know that my painting is a good thing. " Mr. Zhou said triumphantly.

Mr. Qu said with a smile, "brother Zhou, there is a mistake in your words."

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "what's wrong?"

"First of all, this painting is not yours." Master Qu just said that, and he was glared by master Zhou.

Is it interesting to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds?

In the end, the original work of Wu Daozi was taken away by master Qu at a price of 38 million yuan.

Mr. Zhou continued to wait for Mr. Qu, who simply ignored him.

He really likes this painting. If he watches others buy it, he will feel his heart can't stand it. Besides, who bought it anyway?

That's how he comforted Mr. Zhou.

"Brother Zhou, you think it's better to take advantage of me than to take advantage of others! If you want to see this painting, you can come to see it, right? " Master Qu said with a smile.

Mr. Zhou sighed.

If it wasn't for his identity, he really wanted to buy it back.

Qu Yang and Zhou Lei do not dare to contact the eyes cast by several old men. They are just murderous eyes.

However, they are quite satisfied with the atmosphere of the auction. What are they most afraid of? It's nothing more than a cold scene, which leads to streaming.

Liupai, simply, is that no one bid for the items at auction. It may be that the items are unpopular and unpopular. It may also be that the low price is too high. Although Zhou Lei and his colleagues have never held an auction, as the saying goes, they have never eaten pork and seen pigs run! How to say, they have also participated in the auction, so they can grasp the pricing of goods.

What's more, this time the auctioneer, the young girl, is also an expert level figure. Although Zhou Lei's pricing is not a big problem in itself, the experienced auctioneer also slightly revised it to ensure that it is safe.

After all, the white glove is a gold lettered signboard for her. If there is a real shooting incident, it will also have a certain impact on her career. She doesn't want her signboard to be smashed like this.

From the beginning to the end of the auction, no one left ahead of time. On the one hand, it's because Mr. Zhou and others are sitting on Mount Tai. If they leave, won't they lose face? No one wants to be the leader.

Second, it is also because there are many good things in this auction, many of which will have a great impact on them. No one is willing to miss this good opportunity. After all, the prices of these collections will only get higher and higher in the future, and it is almost impossible to devalue them.

Of course, many collectors don't expect to make a profit with these things. For those who are not short of money, collecting antiques is just a hobby. It can also become a capital to compare and show off in the circle of friends. It will be very good to see their old friends showing their excitement when they see their collections one by one.

"Well, I'm not interested in these things at all." Zhou Lei sighed. Looking at those people's excited look, he sighed helplessly.

"I'm not interested in that either! But we don't have to know anything! For example, I may not know the dynasty of the jar, but what about it? Let's talk about sports car engines. I'm sure they don't know as much as we do Qu Yang said with a smile.

Zhou Lei pondered carefully for a while, thought that Qu Yang said quite reasonable, this also laughed.

If you let the old men in your family know about their conversation, they may be angry and stare.

What's the point of knowing that?

For Zhou Lei and Qu Yang, this is also their talk.

The topics of conversation are naturally different in different times. Maybe when Zhou Lei and his family reach their old age, they will also be interested in these antiques. Therefore, they can't say right or wrong directly.

When the last three pills were pushed out, the girl with white gloves nodded to Xiao Yao, which also went on.

Everyone looked curious.

It's reasonable to say that the auction is not over yet. What's the situation when the auctioneer suddenly steps down?

But when they saw Xiao Yao on the stage, they all settled down.

As long as there is a place where Xiao Yao appears, there seems to be nothing impossible.

Before that, many people have guessed that Xiao Yao is the real protagonist in the auction, but most people don't know what the other party's purpose is.

They don't worry. Now that Xiao Yao is on the stage, it's time to find out the answer.

When all eyes fell on Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao just pulled out a smile.

"Some of you know me, some don't know me, and some of my clients. I think it's still necessary for me to introduce myself. My name is Xiao Yao. I don't have any characteristics all over. Maybe I'm a little handsome."

All the people present laughed.

Xiao Yao was not happy: "if you laugh, I will feel that what I have just explained is not a fact, but a cold joke. Can you give me some face?"

The guests laughed louder.

Xiao Yao coughed, swept around and said with a smile: "next, it's the last item of this auction. Someone asked me, don't you worry about putting it on the last side? By this time, people are almost gone?"

In fact, many people have been curious about this question mentioned by Xiao Yao.

Now that Xiao Yao has opened his mouth, everyone is in full spirits, waiting for Xiao Yao to reveal the answer.

Xiao Yao said with a smile: "I don't think I need to worry about it, because as long as there are people in the next auction, I don't worry about selling it. If someone leaves ahead of time, let him regret it. Good things don't come from money, they have to be predestined."

When Xiao Yao said these words, he always gave people a strange feeling, as if he was a big fool standing on the stage.

A fortune teller under the overpass?

"That's the control of the stage." Zhou Lei sighed and said to Qu Yang, "neither you nor I can do it on the stage."

Qu Yang thought deeply and nodded.

Xiao Yao's performance is very relaxed, and the audience are also very relaxed, which sounds like nothing wrong. However, it is not a simple thing to create a relaxed atmosphere in such a situation, which is a great test of one's control.

Whether it's Qu Yang or Zhou Lei, the first thing they think about is how to take care of everyone's emotions. However, Xiao Yao doesn't need to think much about this problem. Everyone's thinking follows him.

Xiao Yao finished the sentence in front of him. After waiting for a while, he went on to say, "the next auction is three pills."

“……”

All of a sudden, the audience quieted down.

Three seconds later, there was a lot of talk.

"I know that many of you don't have an accurate understanding of pills. It seems that when you hear such words, they are usually in novels or on TV. This time, they really appear in your life." Xiao Yao said, "as we all know, my identity is a traditional Chinese medicine, although I dare not say how high my attainments in traditional Chinese medicine are, but at least I can do it."

Some people also smile.

If we say that Xiao Yao's medical skills can only be regarded as a success, many Chinese medicine practitioners may not even have the courage to go out. They all belong to the ranks of failure.

"Pills don't exist. At least they're right in front of you now. It depends on the effect of these three pills - longevity, three or five years. It depends on the situation. If you're terminally ill, it's probably only three years. But if you're still alive, it's at least five years."