What about the stepmother dressed as three villains?

"The shadow of the wolf! The squirrels on the branches are clearly visible! It's so vivid, it's really a good picture with a good artist..."

"Who painted this painting? What is it called? Nanshan old man?"

"I'll also try to ask for a price, and join in the fun. Anyway, I'm sure I won't be able to get a shot in the end. Otherwise, if I come in for a show, I won't ask for a second price. Don't pretend to be aggressive, and it will be embarrassing to say it."

……

"Sixty thousand!"

"Seventy thousand!"

"Eighty thousand!"

……

There was a lot of excitement outside, but Jiang Lianzhu and the others stopped.

Mr. Silang was already making a start, and he didn't expect to get what he wanted at the reserve price.

He will come again when everyone else is applauding.

The more Jiang Lianzhu looked at the painting, the more she wanted to take a picture.

"What's the difference? There's no moon here either? Is it hidden and I can't see it?" Lord Silang touched his chin and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Lianzhu shook her head, "No, there is no moon circle, and I don't feel the magic power! It's just a strange feeling, I must take a picture of it, fourth brother, this painting should be very important to me."

Mr. Silang studied the painting again, but he still didn't see the name.

"Shoot it then. Sometimes intuition counts."

This kind of painting is generally of collection value, and the added value is not high. Only those who are knowledgeable will spend a lot of money to take pictures, and most people will not follow suit.

Those joking bidders on the first floor were almost silent after bidding over [-] yuan.

If it really fell into their hands, it would be like crying without tears.

Mr. Silang called again, "11."

Now, everyone is laughing and watching, and they are silent.

The host started counting down.

Just when Jiang Lianzhu was about to show a relaxed smile, suddenly, an indisputable voice came from a private room on the third floor.

"15."

Immediately, the atmosphere in the auction house became lively again.

The host seized the opportunity and said enthusiastically, "The old man in Nanshan's painting of distant mountains and near water started at 15 yuan, and now it has reached a high price of 1 yuan. Is there anyone asking for a bid! Distinguished guests can take a closer look. The artistic conception of the picture is far away, and the old man of Nanshan is the No.[-] among the landscape paintings of the Confucian school for hundreds of years, and his landscape paintings are still unsurpassed by anyone..."

Because of the hard-working explanation of the host, and the bidding price of the two private rooms on the third floor, many people obviously didn't like it very much, so they looked at this landscape picture again.

There were also bids on the second floor.

The cold woman who wanted to buy a whip before, "18!"

"20!" The indisputable voice on the third floor continued to add more.

Other people on the second floor also began to re-estimate the value of this picture.

"21 million!"

"22 million!"

There was another heated call for prices outside.

Jiang Lianzhu and the others were silent again.

Mr. Silang's strategy, when they applaud, he will bid again.

The private room on the third floor also had no sound.

It's as if they don't follow or care about how much other people bid, and they don't want Mr. Shi Lang and the others to take the photo.

Then, at the end of the shooting, there was no one asking for the price, and Mr. Shi Lang called another 30.

Then, in the private room on the third floor, 35 came out.

Jiang Lianzhu frowned, "Fourth brother, this person seems to be doing it on purpose! She seems to know that we are bound to win, and we will be at a disadvantage if we shoot like this..."

No matter how much money there is, people can't raise the price maliciously like this.

Mr. Silang smiled faintly, "I also tested it out. We won't call the price here, let the people on the second floor do it."

"Second floor? Are there any of us on the second floor?" Jiang Lianzhu looked over.

Mr. Shiro said, "Well, there are two."

Jiang Lianzhu gave Mr. Silang a thumbs up.

Baton!

As expected of her genius fourth brother!

This situation made him calculate.

Also, Mr. Silang's net worth is really high, even his subordinates are qualified to enter the VIPs on the second floor, and the number of capital verifications is quite a lot.

"35, is there anyone asking for a price? This kind of authentic work is one less, so hurry up if you like it!" The host called several times, but Mr. Shi Lang refused to accept the price.

Just when the host was about to beat the drums, a very humble scholar on the second floor who had just followed the price made another bid.

"36."

Everyone looked at the private room where Jiang Lianzhu and the others were located.

Mr. Silang threw out two words decisively, "Abandon the auction."

Everyone looked at another private room on the third floor, and there was no sound from that private room.

Once the auction on the third floor is abandoned, no one else dares to bid. It must be crazy to buy an ancient painting for more than 30 yuan.

Only the disciples of the Confucian school would spend such a great deal of money.

If they hit their hands, they can still appreciate it by themselves. Please come and pretend to be forceful. Ordinary people can only vomit blood if they hit their hands.

The host finally beat the drums, "Congratulations to this honored guest, 36 took pictures of the distant mountains and near waters of the old man in Nanshan!!"

Jiang Lianzhu raised her eyebrows and said to Mr. Silang, "Fourth brother, is this one of your subordinates?"

"Yes. The picture can't be delivered for the time being. It's too eye-catching. I won't be able to see it until I go back."

Jiang Lianzhu said, "How about this, fourth brother, let's go. The whip was also photographed, and this picture was also photographed. The morning session is almost over. Let's leave first, go back and study, and come back in the afternoon session."

She couldn't wait any longer, and always felt that something in this picture was calling her.

As for the whip, she didn't study it carefully, but just glanced at it. The Vientiane Weapons Store is definitely tricky.

Mr. Silang stood up, "Okay."

The two were just about to leave the private room.

Suddenly, the host below started to auction the next item.

"Dear guests, distinguished guests, one of the items auctioned below is also a special spiritual object, a broken lotus staff. The fluctuation of the light pattern, what is the specific effect, I can't introduce it, in short, there must be someone who knows the goods in the venue, you can watch it yourself, the reserve price starts at [-] yuan..."

Jiang Lianzhu paused.

She subconsciously looked back.

It was a broken stick that was only as thick as a forearm. The body of the stick was dark green, and I don't know what material it was made of. Anyway, the cracks were very obvious and could be seen clearly, with mottled marks one after another.

There are lotus patterns carved on it, and there are lotus flowers in bud.

But if you look closely, what is contained in the middle of the lotus is a round thing!

The faint light patterns seem to overflow from the round thing in the middle of the lotus pattern.

Like moonlight?

Jiang Lianzhu got this recognition, and immediately, the witch power in her body began to surge.

You can't even restrain yourself.

It seemed that the witch power in his body was drawn out by the broken lotus-patterned wand.

Mr. Silang turned his head, "What's the matter? Lianzhu?"

Jiang Lianzhu pointed to the lotus-patterned stick below, her voice uncontrollably excited. ?