After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

As the drums started playing, Liu Yunxiang saw that almost everyone in the circle was holding up red cards. She asked Chen Chong to do the same. At this time, the guys from Avon Pavilion hurriedly waited outside the box where the signs were held.

The drum beats again and the price changes begin.

"Master, how much should we write?"

Liu Yunxiang thought for a while, and he must be able to get the price of this painting, "1 taels."

"Ah?" Chen Chong couldn't help being surprised again.

Did his boss have no idea about money? Last time, the gold jade dress cost 1 taels, and she gave it away in the end. After the name became famous, the most expensive piece of clothing could not exceed a thousand taels.

This time she opened her mouth and asked for 100 taels again. Did she not know that ordinary people may not earn 1 taels in their lifetime, and court officials did not receive [-] taels a year.

"Write!" Liu Yunxiang said.

Seeing that his boss was so determined, Chen Chong had no choice but to write it and hand it over.

The envelopes were gathered into the hands of the host. He opened one and sang on the spot: "Tian Zi No. 3000, [-] taels!"

As soon as this sound came out, there was an explosion below. 3000 taels was already a high price.

As the envelopes were opened one by one, there were also some that cost more than 3000 taels, such as the Tianzi No. 5000 which cost [-] taels. Just when everyone thought that there was no price higher than this, the host opened another envelope and couldn't help but be stunned. At the same time, he glanced upstairs.

"Uh, Tian Zi No. 1, [-] taels."

At this moment, there was silence for a while, and then the noise broke out.

"You can buy a painting with 1 taels. Tianzi No. [-]'s family must have a gold mine!"

"The key is that it's 5000 taels higher than the highest price offered by others. Isn't this being taken advantage of?"

"Have you never bid for Tianzi No. [-] before? Obviously you have no experience!"

"Now I'm curious as to which company this Emperor No. [-] belongs to."

Someone asked about it and said, "It's Nanmo Zhai."

"Nan Mo Zhai? Never heard of it!"

"It says it's newly opened."

Chen Chong drooped his head and said with regret: "Master, we only need to write down five thousand and one tael to buy it. Now there is a lot more."

"Well, don't panic." Liu Yunxiang said calmly.

The second picture is a preface written by Qi Zihe, a calligrapher from the Southern Dynasties. When the host picked up the scroll, the eyes of the scholars below were bright and they were already swallowing excitedly.

"Everyone knows that Qi Zihe, a calligrapher in the Southern Dynasties, pioneered the Orchid School of calligraphy. Each character in his writing is like an orchid, and each orchid has a different momentum. The overall article will not appear flashy or messy. In the Southern Dynasties, After that, Lan School calligraphy declined, and it can be considered lost to this day.”

When the host said this, he held up the scroll in his hand, turned it around in a circle, and then said: "Not many of Qi Zihe's works have survived, and even fewer have been preserved intact. This has a great impact on future generations' study of Lan School calligraphy and Qi Zihe's calligraphy." Difficult. And this preface has 120 words, and its value can be imagined."

After the drumming started, the person on the second floor who wanted to bid was given a red card. Chen Chong glanced at it and whispered: "There is almost nothing missing."

Liu Yunxiang asked him to play his cards, "2 taels."

Chen Chong choked for a moment, "My boss, have you ever studied ancient calligraphy and painting?"

"No."

"Any idea of ​​its general price?"

"I don't know."

Chen Chong exhaled slowly, wrote 2 taels on the envelope and handed it over.

The host started to sing, 5000 taels, 8000 taels, 1 taels, 2 taels... The voice stopped suddenly, and the host couldn't help but glanced at room three again, and then said excitedly: "2 taels, three Room No. 2 taels!”

The scholars below stopped making noises. When it was 1 taels, they thought it was real money, but when it was 2 taels, they thought it was just a number.

In the end, of course, no one bid higher than Room [-], and we won the house without any suspense.

The other bidders asked the servants around them to find out what room No. [-] was about, and they randomly quoted the price. It was ridiculously high, and they were caught off guard by the loss.

"Nan Mo Zhai?"

"When did Beijin create Nanmozhai?"

"Who is the owner? What is his background? Man or woman?"

"do not know anything?"

In Room [-], Pei Rong shook the fan in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth, "Interesting."

The boy next to him said with a grimace, "We haven't bought one yet, but you might find it interesting."

Pei Rong shook his head: "We are businessmen. We don't do business at a loss. If it exceeds the value it can bring, there is no need."

"Then according to what you say, Room No. [-] must be a stupid guy who doesn't know how to do business?"

"Probably so."

Next is the posthumous work of the old man Zongshan Zongshan. The host boasted about it as usual. The people below were excited and excited, but they didn't have enough money in their wallets.

When the price was revealed, almost everyone was tacitly looking forward to the bid for House No. [-]. As expected, it was a high price, half higher than others. There was no suspense about winning it, and it made people even more curious about who owned House No. [-].

Then the fourth and fifth pictures continued until the last one, and the host became more and more interested. After all, Room [-] was so lavish that it seemed silly. Their Avon House had really made a lot of money.

The last one was still bought for 2 taels for Room [-]. When the host finalized the decision, everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

"How much money did you spend on Room [-] in just such a short time?"

"I was confused."

"Hey, I've calculated this number."

The man stretched out his finger and made a number, and there was a sound of gasping all around.

"Ten paintings, all in the bag, we can only salivate."

"Qi Zihe's story!"

"Zhang Jian's "Lishan Picture"!"

"Paintings by Old Man Zongshan!"

The gasp turned into a cry. The scholar was fascinated by these calligraphy and paintings, just like cigarettes are to smokers and wine is to drunkards. They felt itchy in their hearts.

At this time, a tall, somewhat naive-looking man walked onto the stage and said, "Everyone is offended."

He first bowed to the bidders in the wing room on the second floor, and then bowed to the scholars below.

"My boss, is this the boss of Nan Mo Zhai?" the boy asked Pei Rong in room No. [-].

Pei Rong looked at the people on the stage, then shook his head, "No."

"You know?"

"This man is a little less magnanimous."

The boy thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It's indeed magnanimous to be able to spend 15 taels to buy a few paintings, but it's probably also a bit foolish."

Pei Rong lowered his eyes, "I'm also quite curious about this person."

"I'm curious too... Hey, boss, where are you going?"

"Let's go meet this guy!"

Pei Rong was in Room [-]. Room [-] was next to Room [-], but when he passed by, Room [-] was empty. At this time, Chen Chong downstairs spoke again.

"The day after tomorrow, our Nanmo Studio will hold an elegant gathering in Qingyuan. From the 25th to the [-]th, we will display one of these ten paintings every day."

Before Chen Chong could finish speaking, the people below were already shouting.

"Don't be kidding me, boss. Are you really willing to show each of the ten paintings?"

"If you say that, we have to take it seriously!"

"Yes, we will all go there then. If you don't show it, we will ruin the place!"

Chen Chong hurriedly pressed his hands and said: "Don't worry, everyone, listen to me first. Our Qingyuan Elegant Collection is an event for students to exchange literary talents and relax before the exam. Ten poems will be included. , rated as the top ten, of course judged by you."

"Then what if we only look at paintings and don't write poems?" someone asked.

Chen Chong said: "This is your freedom, we will not interfere!"

"If that's the case, I'm afraid the [-] students who gathered in Beijin first will participate. Can you accommodate them?"

The boy here listened to Chen Chong's words, and became more and more confused. "Master, what are they trying to do?"

Pei Rong was also puzzled, "Yes, what are they trying to do?"

Chen Chong cleared his throat and said, "Each person must pay 100 taels of silver before entering the park."