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"Everyone, this is a very well-preserved blue and white porcelain. The client said it is a treasure passed down from ancestors. The starting price of our store is at least 1 million."
The auctioneer is holding the blue and white porcelain vase in his hand. Obviously he is not optimistic about this thing. It can fetch such a high price. He is not very interested. Even the introduction is very brief.
"Now the auction begins, with a starting price of 1 million, and each increase in price will not be less than 100,000."
There was an uproar in the audience. No one expected that the starting price of this unattractive thing in front of them would be so high.
"Who sent this thing? Isn't it a joke? A broken bottle costs 1 million?"
¡°I don¡¯t even have to go to the front to look, I can tell it¡¯s a fake here, maybe it¡¯s mass-produced with modern technology¡±
"I took a photo of a genuine blue and white porcelain piece a few days ago for only a few hundred thousand, but such a broken thing actually costs 1 million. Is that person a lunatic?"
People are talking a lot, but no one is optimistic about this thing, let alone anyone raising a placard to bid.
The auctioneer also expected this result. After a short pause, he said: "Everyone, let's think about it and see if you want to take this blue and white porcelain back. If anyone likes it, please raise your number plate"
Tuantuan sat in his father's arms, looked at the people around him, and asked curiously: "Dad, why is no one holding up the small sign?"
When we were bidding on that ancient painting, everyone in the audience was very enthusiastic, and they kept raising their numbers one by one, which made the little guy feel very interesting.
There is no one to take pictures now, which makes her feel a little strange.
"II lift"
Yuanyuan said as she raised the auction sign on the table high, her little hands still shaking.
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, he saw someone in the audience holding up the auction sign. He was shocked. Is anyone really willing to bid 1 million?
Others were also extremely curious. They turned around and saw that the person holding up the number plate was just a four or five-year-old child. They were relieved one by one. This was obviously a child who didn't understand anything and raised it randomly.
Seeing that everyone was looking over, Shang Kewei quickly explained: "I'm sorry, this is a child who is ignorant and doesn't count."
After she said it, everyone else took it for granted, and even the auctioneer didn't say anything. After all, he was just a four or five-year-old child, and it was just a joke and couldn't be taken seriously.
And at this moment, a harsh voice sounded in the store.
"That's not okay. The store has its own rules. Since raising the number plate means participating in the auction, how can there be any reason to regret it?"
Everyone looked at the voice and saw that the speaker was Xu Wenbin.
This guy had just been ripped off a 2 million painting by Song Haotian. He had been holding back his anger, and now he seized the opportunity to take revenge.
Shang Kewei said angrily: "Xu Wenbin, are you still shameless? I'm just a child."
"Rules are rules, what does age have to do with it? Why bring it to the auction house if you know it's a child?"
It seems that Xu Wenbin is determined to make the other party lose 1 million. Although he also knows that 1 million is nothing to Song Haotian, it can eventually reduce the depression in his heart.
"you¡¡"
What else does Shang Kewei say? But he was stopped by Song Haotian.
"That's right. Since we raise the placard, it represents our participation in the auction. From now on, every time my daughter raises it, she will get an additional 1 million."
Song Haotian looked indifferent, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. His daughter could do whatever she wanted, and no one could stop her.
The whole store was in a state of excitement, and even Sun Zhan, who was sitting in front, couldn't help but look back.
"Let me tell you, who is this young man? One million yuan is too rich, isn't it?"
"My God, are rich people so willful? They let children do whatever they want."
"If it's 1 million once, wouldn't it cost 10 million if you lift it ten times? Is this person a lunatic?"
??Dai Yafei shook her head. Song Haotian had just noticed that the fake painting was a fake, which aroused her interest.
Now it seems that he is a completely willful dandy, and he was probably deceived just now.
She doesn¡¯t think the other party is messing around with her, because no one dares to shake the authority of Tiandi Store.
¡°??I got it! "
Tuantuan didn¡¯t care what others were saying, she reached out and took the number plate from her sister¡¯s hand, waving her little hand and raising it into the air.
Song Haotian shouted: "2 million"
"Daddy, Yuan Yuan Yuanyuan will"
The little guy raised the number plate again and shouted, "33 million"
So a strange scene took place in the store. Two little girls kept holding up the numbers, shouting the price, and bidding against themselves.
¡°5¡5 million¡¡±
"6000000¡¡"
¡°9¡9 million¡¡±
In the blink of an eye, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan had already raised the price to 9 million. The auctioneer on the stage was completely shocked. Even though he was experienced, this was the first time he had seen this happen.
Others were in a state of confusion. They were used to children, but not like this. Adding 1 million to 1 million, that¡¯s 9 million real money
And at this moment, Tuantuan took the number plate and stopped. It wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t want to shout, but that she didn¡¯t know what to shout.
When Song Haotian was away, Hao Hongmei worked all day long to make a living and had no time to teach her two children.
After he came back, he taught everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he never taught cultural classes, so Tuantuan and Yuanyuan can only count to nine now, and they can't do it anymore after that.
"Okay, no more playing."
The little guy put the number plate on the table.
With this action, everyone else felt relieved. Fortunately, the child could only count to nine, otherwise he didn't know how long he would have shouted.
Song Haotian smiled slightly and looked up at the auctioneer on the stage, "Is it time to end?"
"oh!"
The stunned auctioneer finally woke up from a dream, picked up the auction hammer in his hand and shouted: "This gentleman bids 9 million, is there anyone else who wants to bid"
There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone shook their heads. This was obviously a lunatic. Who could bid with him?
"Besides, those two little girls can only count to nine. What if I shout 10 million and they don't want to add more?" Wouldn¡¯t that be a big loss?
Seeing this scene, the auctioneer directly grabbed the auction gavel: "9 million once, 9 million twice, deal"
Finally, with everyone stunned, the auction of the second lot was completed, and the waiter delivered the vase.
Everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the young man¡¯s face, wanting to see if he had the money to pay.
Song Haotian took out his bank card and swiped it. The payment was completed with a quick beep, and then he took the vase into his hand.
Xu Wenbin, who was next to him, sneered again and said: "Song, you just said that I was a fool for buying a fake painting for 2 million, so what are you doing? Aren't you even more stupid than a fool?"
"Only fools think so." Song Haotian said while looking at the vase in his hand, "I got great value for money and made a lot of money." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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