I am doing well in the Siheyuan

"This piece of Mi Fu's Tiaoxi Poetry Calligraphy has been authenticated as an authentic work by experts from the Jingwen Museum.

Before this, there has never been a record of Mi Fu's authentic works being sold in the domestic and foreign markets. After multiple evaluations by our auction house, the starting price is set at 10 million Chinese yuan, and each bid increase must not be less than 1 million yuan! Now, I declare that the bidding is open..."

"How ridiculous!" Before the auctioneer announced the start of the auction, he was interrupted by Uncle Guan's loud shout.

The eyes of the whole audience were instantly focused on him.

"This..." The auctioneer was obviously caught off guard by Uncle Guan's reaction.

"You said that the starting price for such a treasure is only 10 million?" Uncle Guan asked.

"Old man, this is our sales expert..." The auctioneer tried to explain, but Uncle Guan simply wouldn't listen.

He thought it was unbearable that the priceless treasure in his mind was treated so casually, and what was even more unacceptable was that the price was so low, which was simply a blasphemy to the antique world!

"Do the experts you invited understand the status of this poem in the calligraphy and painting circles?" Perhaps only Ye Ming and Polan Hou could deeply understand Uncle Guan's emotions.

For ordinary people, the price of 10 million is undoubtedly an astronomical figure. Even among the wealthy businessmen present here, few can easily come up with this amount of money.

"Who is this old man?" The crowd was talking about it.

"I don't know, but why didn't anyone go up to deal with him when he was making such a fuss?"

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this old man must have a very important background. He might have some connections with the boss behind this auction house. We can try to get to know him after the auction."

At this time, someone shouted to Grandpa Guan: "Old man, 17 million is already a lot, please stop making trouble here!"

"That's right, you just talk nonsense when you open your mouth, do you know anything about collecting?"

"Hey!" Upon hearing this, Uncle Guan immediately got angry.

"You said I don't know how to collect? Lord Tatters, is he saying I don't even know how to collect?"

"Yes, you heard it right, he did say that!"

"It's fine if you say that my method of educating my son is wrong, but if you say that I know nothing about collecting, then we have to have a serious talk!"

Uncle Guan's words suddenly heated up the atmosphere of the auction, and many people at the scene watched this scene with great interest.

"Oh, from what you said, old man, you are a senior collector?"

"I can't say I'm a collector, but the Ru kiln celadon plate from the Song Dynasty just now came out of my pocket!"

Hearing the news, everyone was stunned.

Due to Grandpa Guan, the auction was temporarily suspended. The store manager looked to Ye Ming for advice, and only after receiving a nod in response did he go up to the stage.

"Hello everyone, I am the person in charge of this auction. Now let me introduce to you, Mr. Guan and Mr. Hou are our specially hired consultants of Changze Auction House!"

"Consultant?" Amid the crowd, the store manager's words undoubtedly confirmed the two's authoritative status in the collecting world.

With such a rich collection, there is naturally no shortage of envy and jealousy, but more of it is admiration.

"Since Mr. Guan believes that the valuation of Mi Fu's Tiaoxi Poetry Calligraphy is inappropriate, based on our responsibility to the seller and the antique industry, our auction house has decided to temporarily withdraw this lot and treat it as a failed sale!"

“Failed to sell?”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another commotion at the scene.

Despite this, no one objected to this.

After all, according to the current bidding trend, it would be difficult to get this treasure without 20 to 30 million in liquid funds.

Indeed, few people present could easily come up with such a huge sum of money.

Naturally, Mr. Guan agreed with this decision.

The auction thus gradually came to an end.

When people left one after another, they all seemed to be reluctant to leave.

The scale of this auction far exceeded everyone's expectations, especially the "Tiao Xi Poetry Postscript" which unexpectedly failed to sell and is considered a national treasure, which aroused everyone's desire.

It is not difficult to foresee that once the news of tomorrow's auction appears in the newspapers, the sky-high price that is beyond the imagination of the Chinese people will inevitably cause an uproar.

Many people approached the auction house manager. On the one hand, they wanted to find out the information about the boss behind Changze Auction House. On the other hand, they were also eager to learn about the two consultants. Collectors who could casually take out millions of collections were naturally worthy of their respect.

Ye Ming led everyone to the backstage of the auction.

At this time, Lou Xiao'e was counting the antiques and cultural relics to be auctioned.

Old Guan and Polan Hou walked straight to the "Tiao Xi Poetry Calligraphy" painting.

"Ye Ming, you are really amazing. If the auction goes on normally, our transaction volume this time can reach at least 50 million! A full 50 million!"

Lou Xiao'e was excited, not because of the number itself.

At today's auction, except for the forty pieces of collection provided by Guan Lao and Polan Hou, the rest were all from Ye Ming.

Only at this moment did she truly realize the significance of taking control of the antique market.

Ye Ming just smiled slightly, because what he showed was just the tip of the iceberg.

Although Sijiu City was once the imperial capital and there were many antiques scattered among the people during the war, most of them have been collected by him over the years.

His ambitions did not stop at the city.

Father Lou has also helped him purchase antiques in the south over the years.

"Ye Ming, come here!"

Mr. Guan suddenly called Ye Ming and asked him to come over.

"What's the matter, Mr. Guan, what do you think of this calligraphy?"

"More than good!" Mr. Guan knew very well that this calligraphy had appeared in the world, and he had tried to look for it, but he never got any news.

"Ye Ming, where did you get this calligraphy?"

"I searched almost every corner of the city and finally found it in the hands of a descendant of a salt merchant, and then I bought it back." Ye Ming did not hide this.

"I'm curious, how many collections do you have now?" Hou Polan was quite surprised.

Hearing this, Mr. Guan’s eyes widened.

Ye Ming shook his head mysteriously.

"Hey, Marquis of Broken Walls, this is a bit against the rules. I want to ask you how many collections you have and what treasures they are. Are you willing to tell me?"

"No."

"That's it." There is a common problem in the collecting world. No matter who you are dealing with, you always have to keep something back and never reveal your true background easily.

This is not a question of trust, but a habit developed over many years.

Being too honest will inevitably lead to being taken advantage of by others.

If you want to survive in the antique circle, you have to be a bit scheming.

"Ye Ming, can we discuss something?"

"No way." As soon as Guan Lao opened his mouth, Ye Ming guessed his intention. He just wanted to take this calligraphy of Mi Fu back and appreciate it for a few more days.

For the person who loves her, this is like a beloved wife. How can they bear to let others covet her?