"The calligraphy work "Ancient Poetry Book" is Lu Haiqing's work!" Ding Zi exclaimed and immediately became nervous.

"Lu Haiqing's works were adjusted to auction before Teacher Tang's works. This must be Huang Yongqiang's fault." Ding Zi frowned.

Ni Xia, who was standing beside her, also frowned slightly. She pondered for a while and said, "Huang Yongqiang has some tricks, but Mingshi Auction House is a golden signboard. I am afraid that Huang Yongqiang's tricks will not penetrate it."

"Sister Xia, what do you mean? You mean..."

Ni Xia shook her head and said, "Don't think about it. It may be the auctioneer's temporary decision. The time is not good now. I just released my works, so it shouldn't be very intense after the climax."

In the auction hall, the auctioneer's passionate voice echoed in the hall: "Mr. Lu Haiqing is a famous calligrapher in modern Guangdong. This "Ancient Poetry Album" was created by him for three years. It is all made of small regular script. It is an extremely rare fine small regular script.

Taking into account the artistic value and collection value of this book of "Ancient Poetry" in total, the base price evaluated by Mingshi Auction House is RMB 150,000.

Everyone, please hear it clearly. The starting price of the "Ancient Poetry Album" of the famous Nanyue master Mr. Lu Haiqing is 150,000 yuan, and repeat it once. 150,000 yuan..."

"Please bid!"

As soon as the auctioneer said that, someone immediately raised the sign.

"150,500 RMB, someone raised a 150,000 RMB..."

"160,000 yuan!"

"160,000..."

There were many people holding the bid, and the price rose rapidly with 5,000 yuan as the ladder, and soon the price reached 200,000 yuan.

"Lu Haiqing is still famous after all. He has spent 200,000 yuan on small calligraphy works that he has devoted himself to for three years. He should be considered a famous artist." Ni Xia said softly.

"Even if the character is too bad, no matter how good the work is, it will not be a big climate." Ding Zi, who was beside him, said pursingly.

"Oh, Xiao Ding, you have made rapid progress. I used to say that small victory depends on wisdom and great victory depends on virtue. You don't think so, why are you talking about character now?" Ni Xia turned her head and said.

Ding Zi's face remained unchanged and she snorted: "Anyway, I'm just unhappy. Can this guy like Lu Haiqing and Huang Yongqiang be a good person?"

While Ding Zi and Ni Xia were talking, the speed of holding signs on the field began to slow down.

"Twenty-two-five thousand! Twenty-two-five thousand for the first time..."

"Twenty-three thousand, twenty-three thousand..."

"Twenty-five thousand, twenty-five thousand for the first time..."

"Twenty-six thousand, that gentleman raised his bid for 260,000, okay, 260,000 for the first time...the second time..."

With a "bang!", the hammer landed, and the work was sold for 260,000 yuan.

"Twenty-sixty thousand is not very high!" Ding Zi said.

Ni Xia said: "It's not very high, but you should look at the buyer. The buyer of No. 251 gave 260,000 yuan. Don't you think that person looks familiar?"

"Uh..." Ding Zi turned her head and stared at Buyer No. 251. Suddenly she laughed out loud: "Ha, Sister Ni, this person is Geng Hui, isn't Huang Yongqiang's gangster? Hehe, this is really a big laugh. It turns out that they are self-directed and acted by themselves. This play is probably too much. They turned around and shot themselves in the foot."

"Hey, Huang Yongqiang is here. It seems that Huang Yongqiang is not around here. I guess he is so angry that he vomits blood in the bathroom, right?"

In the private room on the second floor, Huang Yongqiang's face turned black and he punched him hard on the chair: "Idiot, Geng Hui, this idiot, hey!"

"What's wrong? Master Huang San, do you want to play a scene where everyone carries a flower sedan chair? I can play it and finally get hit by my hand?" Yingjunqing said with a smile.

Huang Yongqiang shook his head embarrassedly and said, "The people below me are so stupid, and they make the young master laugh."

He stood up and said, "Young Master, I'll go to the hall first to take a look. The people under my command are really not good at doing things and cannot be relieved."

"Slow down, won't there be another work next? You'd better take a look before leaving!" said the handsome young man.

At this time, the hall was already quiet, and the auctioneer cast the next auction work on the LCD screen: "Calligraphy work "Manjianghong"!"

"Everyone, the next collection is already on the screen. The calligraphy work "Manjianghong" was created by our local calligrapher in Lingang. Mr. Tang Xiao is the chief calligrapher of Lingang Shui Mozhai. His work style is free from the rules. There is a sense of righteousness between the lines in the works...

The starting price of this work is 200,000..."

The auctioneer quoted the starting price, and the hall was noisy.

"Who is Tang Xiao? Hey, I haven't heard of this person's name!"

"What's going on? Can anyone write a few words to the auction?"

Many people were talking about it. Obviously, they were unfamiliar with the name Tang Xiao, and they did not understand the price of such a work of 200,000 yuan.

The auctioneer is a young lady named Han Jia. She is not very old, but she is already a senior auctioneer at Mingshi Auction House. She smiled and raised her hand and said, "Everyone, please listen to me to continue the introduction. Mr. Tang Xiao's calligraphy works were grandly recommended by Professor Liu Gongming to this auction house. I think everyone knows Professor Liu's reputation. If it weren't for a very high-level work, he would not have recommended it rashly."

As soon as the female auctioneer said this, the scene became much quieter, but soon a disharmonious voice heard: "We do not doubt the level of calligraphers recommended by Professor Liu, but young calligraphers are not famous. The starting price of a work reaches 200,000, isn't that outrageous?"

As soon as the voice spoke, several people immediately followed suit and formed a sensation in the auction hall.

The female auctioneer frowned and looked a little embarrassed. As an auctioneer, it was her responsibility to deal with the on-site emergency situation.

However, the people attending the Spring Auction every year are of high quality, and there has never been a situation of making excitement on the court like this. I am afraid that this auction will become popular if only one of the behind-the-scenes lies in this auction.

"Please be quiet, calm down. If you have any questions about the pricing of the work, you will question it later. Now I announce that the calligraphy work "Manjianghong" starts at a price of 200,000 yuan, and bidding will officially begin!" After saying this, the female auctioneer Han Jia subconsciously wiped her forehead with her hands.

To be honest, as a well-known auctioneer, she was also shocked by the price of this calligraphy work "Manjianghong". The key to cultural works depends on the person who created them.

No matter how good a work is, the creator is not famous and cannot be sold at a good price.

A work is very sloppy, but the creator is very famous and cannot be sold at a low price no matter how much it is sold.

The price of the calligraphy work "Man Jianghong" is too high, and Han Jia is ready to fail.

"Two hundred thousand, is anyone holding a sign?"

"Is anyone holding a sign for two hundred thousand?"

Han Jia called twice, and the scene was very cold, as if there was no movement. Ni Xia was about to lift the sign up. At this moment, Han Jia said, "Okay, No. 113 raised the sign up for 200,000!"

After Han Jia's statement, everyone looked in the direction of No. 113, and it was obvious that everyone was surprised by the sign.

"That's Director Zhou Yu, hey, Director Zhou's taste is very unique!"

No. 113 is a familiar face, and is known to many people as a famous local female director Zhou Yu, a public figure.

Facing so many pairs of eyes, Zhou Yu nodded and said, "Everyone, I like that feeling in this work. No one should argue with me, right?"

"Twenty-one thousand, the quotation for No. 323 is 210,000!" As soon as Zhou Yu finished speaking, the auctioneer's voice rang out.

“Who is No. 323?”

Everyone looked at the direction of No. 323 holding the sign, but this time, before anyone could figure out the other party's identity, the auctioneer said another price: "There is another new bidding, 220,000!"

Everyone has shifted their goals this time.

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Yu raised his sign again: "Twenty-three thousand!"

Then, in everyone's shock, the 230,000 yuan had not yet reached its peak, and soon the price began to rise alternately.

"Twenty-five thousand first time..."

"Twenty-six thousand, Mr. No. 120 bid for 260,000."

"Three hundred thousand!" Han Jia suddenly shouted, shocking everyone.

Who quoted for 40,000 yuan?

"The lady on No. 58 offers 300,000!"

"No. 58? Isn't that Hong Kong Hexin Consortium? What's going on? Buyers like the Consortium are also interested in this collection?"

The big buyers took action, but the scene became even more noisy. Many small collectors began to think about this work but it was not that simple.

Compared with large consortiums, ordinary collectors cannot compare with them, and the information is asymmetrical. The operation of large consortium-level buyers often means that the value of the works is absolutely unquestionable.
Chapter completed!