Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

This large vase is a Ru kiln vase from the Song Dynasty. It has not been damaged after thousands of years. Except for being a little old, all the details have not been lost.

Whether Xiong Zhiwen can win this competition depends on whether he can take a photo of this vase.

I don’t know whether it was Xiong Zhiwen’s bad luck or Geng Tong’s ability that made Tan Xiangyang also fall in love with this vase.

Geng Tong told Tan Xiangyang that this vase should have come from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, and was a tribute to the emperor. Each piece was an orphan, and it was preserved in such perfect condition that its value must be very high. high.

Tan Xiangyang didn't say anything and just called out the price!

Xiong Zhiwen had a headache.

If the vase was snatched away by Tan Xiangyang, unless Chen Mo was willing to expose the secret of the painting, it would be impossible to win this competition.

"Mr. Chen, what should I do?" Xiong Zhiwen asked in a low voice.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "I'll do it. In their eyes, I'm just a hot-blooded prodigal.

If you go up, you will definitely be targeted. "

Xiong Zhiwen nodded.

In fact, Chen Mo knew the approximate price of this vase, so he dared to bid.

In the previous life, the final price of this vase was about 25 million.

If Tan Xiangyang is really determined to compete with him, then he will raise the price to 25 million.

Anyway, the final comparison is profit.

So Chen Mo smiled slightly, raised the number and started calling out casually.

The price has been rising all the way to highs, from the base price of 5 million to 7.9 million.

Geng Tong reminded from the side: "The price of this vase is about more than 10 million. If it is too high, it will not be appropriate to buy it back."

"Okay, Mr. Geng, I understand."

Tan Xiangyang nodded, then rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"See that young man over there?"

"That's just a ignorant, hot-blooded prodigal, the second generation ancestor."

"The competition between me and Xiong Zhiwen is ultimately about profit. I think I can use this opportunity to trick him hard!"

Geng Tong also said with a joking smile: "Mr. Tan, high, high!"

"10 million!"

Tan Xiangyang directly shouted a price that he thought was very high, and said to Chen Mo:

"Eldest nephew, I'm sorry. I want this vase. You should rest as soon as possible!"

Chen Mo was stunned.

In the last life, the price of this vase at auction was only 9 million.

In other words, in the last life, Tan Xiangyang and Geng Tong definitely did not think that this vase would be worth 10 million!

So why is he shouting 10 million now and saying this to himself?

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo understood.

Okay!

This guy is stimulating himself, trying to raise the price so that he can be taken advantage of!

Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves and shouted without saying a word: "10.5 million!"

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I was the one who fell in love with this vase first. Whoever has the ability among us will take it!"

"11 million!"

Tan Xiangyang raised the price again and looked at Chen Mo disdainfully.

At this time, there were not many people following the bidding.

At such a high price, it has exceeded the true value of the vase. If I keep shouting, I am afraid I will suffer a loss.

Those who dare to continue shouting are not short of money.

Chen Mo slapped his thigh and snorted coldly: "I really don't believe it. Isn't it just more money? What's so awesome about it?"

"12 million!"

"14 million!"

Tan Xiangyang raised his sign again without hesitation.

Chen Mo stood up suddenly and shouted at Tan Xiangyang: "What do you mean, competition, right?"

Tan Xiangyang looked at the angry Chen Mo with a surprised look on his face and said, "Eldest nephew, what are you talking about?

Why am I competing with you?

Originally this is for the highest bidder. I have money, so I can’t bid? Could this auction be held by your family?

Or do you mean you have no money? "

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red: "Who... who said I have no money!"

"14.5 million!"

Tan Xiangyang felt that it was almost done, and he might get caught in it if he lifted it further, so he gritted his teeth and raised the number plate in his hand with a smile: "15 million! My nephew, if you want to compete with me, you are too young!

When your uncle and I were playing around with money, you were still playing with mud in your crotch! "

As soon as these words came out, those who originally wanted to bid were all silent and silently put down the number plates in their hands.

With this movement, even a fool would understand what was going on.

There are two prodigal sons playing tricks on each other here. If they follow, they may get themselves involved.

The price of 15 million is already beyond the price of the vase. Whoever buys it will be stupid!

Chen Mo threw the number plate in his hand and roared:

"15.5 million! Come on, come on! Keep going! Keep up! Whoever dares will zei!"

In this way, he perfectly interprets the image of a prodigal son!

Xiong Zhiwen came up and held Chen Mo down, roaring angrily:

"Where did I get so much money?"

"It doesn't count! The price he shouted doesn't count!"

But Tan Xiangyang smiled sinisterly and said:

"Old Xiong, this is an auction sponsored by the provincial government. Are you sure you want to cheat?"

As soon as this statement came out.

A group of leaders from the provincial government looked at Xiong Zhiwen.

Xiong Zhiwen's face turned red, and he could only smile awkwardly and said:

"I...I was just joking..."

"What about that, Lao Tan, it's your turn to bid."

This posture is obviously to let Tan Xiangyang take over.

Geng Tong just said that this vase is only worth 10 million at most, but now it is worth 15.5 million, which is already much more expensive.

If Tan Xiangyang continues to raise prices, wouldn't he really be a fool?

"Hahaha, I can't afford such an expensive vase!

Eldest nephew, since you like this vase so much, as an uncle, I can’t bully the younger generation, so I’ll give it to you. "

Seeing that Tan Xiangyang did not increase the price, Chen Mo seemed to understand something, and became furious, scratching his head and pointing at him and shouting:

"Whoever is cowardly is Sun Zei! Aren't you trying to compete with me for money? Come on, keep going!!! Don't leave!"

The more impatient he appeared, the brighter Tan Xiangyang's smile became.

Tan Xiangyang lay comfortably on the seat with a satisfied look on his face.

"Xiong Zhiwen was ruined at the hands of such a prodigal, haha!"

Geng Tong said with a sarcastic face: "For 15.5 million to buy such a vase, I can only say that the Xiong family really has money to burn."

"So, today's young people are too immature and think about problems too simply, without even thinking about them.

Once the blood is in your head, you can do anything. Tan Xiangyang said with a smile.

The provincial leaders looked at Xiong Zhiwen with disappointment and shook their heads.

Even Xiong Yifei used her fists to punch Chen Mo:

"Prodigal! You damn prodigal!!! The loss is huge this time!!! How did my uncle meet such a great person like you?!"

"15.5 million once!"

"15.5 million twice!"

"15.5 million three times!"

"make a deal!!!"

When the host saw that no one was following the price, he announced that 15.5 million had been sold.

The moment the deal is announced.

Chen Mo raised his head, but compared with his previous impatience, his face was now filled with a proud smile.