A treasure-appraisal maniac

Everyone's eyes were turned to Song Xiaojiao, waiting for this calm little beauty to react.

The next second, the beauty really moved.

Instead of holding up the sign, he threw the number plate aside, picked up his phone and started playing.

"puff"

Seeing this scene, Han Jiang felt a mouthful of blood in his throat and almost spit it out.

No more playing!

The little beauty doesn’t want to play anymore?

This action is obvious and people won’t play it anymore.

Han Jiang was furious, and Fatty Zheng was also a little disappointed.

But this slag bucket exceeded his estimate by about twice, which was already a huge surprise. .??.

"The celadon slag bucket from Jiaqing official kiln costs 350,000 yuan."

"Is there anything higher than three hundred and fifty thousand?"

"any left"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand once!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand for the second time!"

"Is there any higher one?"

The auctioneer asked, and the audience fell silent.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand for the third time!"

"Boom!"

"make a deal!"

"Congratulations to Mr. No. 028 for successfully photographing this celadon slag bucket."

"Congratulations to all of us!"

The audience burst into applause, but there was no joy on the faces of the three old men. Instead, they were as languid as a defeated rooster.

Especially Han Jiang. He said before that this action was on his behalf and had nothing to do with Zhang Zhaozhi and Qi Wanchun.

In other words, this slag bucket completely fell into his hands.

If this celadon slag bucket is shipped back to China and found a suitable channel, it can be sold for up to 350,000 yuan.

Moreover, it is still unclear how long it will take to take action.

Add in freight, agency fees, auction company commissions, etc., and you'll have to lose at least 50,000 yuan.

Thinking of this, Han Jiang's heart was bleeding.

He looked at Song Xiaojiao with extremely malicious eyes.

But Xiaojiao's eyes were all on her mobile phone and she ignored him at all.

Zhang Zhaozhi patted Han Jiang's shoulder and whispered comfort.

"Forget it, Old Han, just think of it as a lesson."

"We are all this old, so we must suppress our anger."

"This is not about money, it's mainly about being angry and hurting your body!"

Listening to Zhang Zhaozhi's comfort, Han Jiang became even more angry.

I thought to myself, it’s not you who suffers emotionally, you old man.

After the handover of the slag bucket is completed, the fourth round of bidding will begin immediately.

The fourth round is a Guangxu blue and white brush wash.

The quality of this thing was average, and the three old men didn't like it and didn't participate.

They did not participate in the bidding, and the back row also did not respond.

Half an hour later, the auction came to its seventh round.

This round is a calligraphy work by Meng Ci, a calligrapher of the Liu School in the late Qing Dynasty.

This work is about a square foot and a half, and has four large characters in cursive script: "The world is for the common good."

The inscription on the left is Helun.

Helun is Meng Ci's character, with Meng Ci's personal seal hanging underneath.

Lu Fei glanced at it from a distance and knew it was Kaimen'er's work.

There is nothing suspicious about the paper or the ink.

However, this calligraphy is still beyond Lu Fei's eyes.

Meng Ci was a folk calligrapher during the Guangxu period.

At that time, the government was shaky and all industries were relatively depressed. Even the masters were limited to that time.

When it comes to real skills, there is still a big gap between Meng Ci and those famous masters.

Moreover, Meng Ci is a folk calligraphy master with no official position or degree.

This is another loss of points.

Although not many of his works have been handed down, for these reasons, the price is very limited.

According to Lu Fei's understanding, with the current market conditions, the price of this piece of characters is around 450,000 at most.

And I still met a buyer I really liked.

If sold to an antique shop, the price would be over three hundred thousand at most.

That's all.

This word appeared, and the three old men who were chatting quietly sat up straight.

It was obvious that this painting was part of their plan.

Lu Fei gave Jiaojiao a slight push and said.

"Your business is here again!"

Jiaojiao was extremely depressed after being refused to take action for several consecutive rounds.

Now that another opportunity came, the little girl suddenly became excited and couldn't wait to grab the number plate in her hand.

At this time, Ruyi pouted and became unhappy.

"Brother Fei!"

"Why do you let Jiaojiao play with you every time?"

"I want to play too!"

"Ruyi, this is work, not play!"

"Besides, we are good sisters, so don't argue with me!" Jiaojiao said with a smile.

"Why?"

"Good sisters should be treated fairly!"

"You were the one playing with it just now. It should be my turn this time."

Seeing Ruyi's expression, Lu Fei chuckled.

"Look at this little mouth, it can tie a donkey."

"I'm telling you, you really can't do this job."

As soon as Lu Fei said this, Ruyi felt even more aggrieved. Tears filled his eyes and he almost cried.

"Why?"

"Isn't it just raising a sign?"

"I can do it too?"

Lu Fei touched her little head and said, "Silly girl, this is not just as simple as raising a sign."

"This is actually a battle in the heart."

"You are kind-hearted and as simple as a blank piece of paper. You can't do anything scheming."

"At that time, an inadvertent movement or a look may be captured by others."

"That would be a waste of effort."

"This time you don't want

It’s a fight. Next time it’s the turn of another show, can Brother Fei give you a special show? "

When Lu Fei explained this, Liang Ruyi suddenly became happy.

She was happy, and Song Xiaojiao's little mouth pouted again.

"Brother Fei, what do you mean?"

"Ruyi is kind and simple, am I just a bad woman with scheming intentions?"

"Speak to me clearly, otherwise I will never be done with you."

Seeing the two girls besieging Lu Fei, Chen Xiang not only did not help, but actually laughed.

Lu Fei glared at Jiaojiao and said.

"When did I say you are a bad woman?"

"What I mean is that you are very talented and talented in acting. You can roar in such a scene."

"whee!"

"That's pretty much it!"

"Brother Fei, if you say Jiaojiao is talented, then am I a fool?" Liang Ruyi's eye circles turned red again.

The two girls asked Lu Fei about the topic, but Lu Fei was very worried.

After explaining for a long time, the bidding in the venue had already started, but the two girls were still entangled.

Lu Fei glared angrily.

"Are you two done yet?"

"I'm just doing business, don't make any trouble, okay?"

"If you don't want to help, just watch and I will do it myself."

This time, the two girls finally calmed down.

Looking inside, the competition is already quite fierce.

The starting price for this painting of Meng Ci's "The World is Public" is 150,000 yuan, and each bid must be no less than 5,000 yuan.

After two minutes of fierce competition, it has now reached 190,000.

At this time, Han Jiang took action again and directly asked for 200,000 yuan.

Even though it only added 10,000 yuan, this trick was quite effective in beating a cow across a mountain.

With this voice shouting out, the number of competing number plates was suddenly reduced by more than half.

The next time Han Jiang shouted, it was 230,000, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.