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After the auction started, Zhong Zhe raised his cards a few times not very carefully.

This was Cheng Ling's first time participating in an auction, and soon he discovered that the competition in the auction field was a psychological competition comparable to the battlefield.

He began to understand why most people entrust professional brokers and agents to participate in the bidding. This is a fighting skill that requires years of training.

With the ups and downs of the auctioneer's voice, the rhythm is fast and slow, people's desire and pursuit are all aroused, and the beloved thing that is about to be obtained is about to fall into the arms of the opponent, and the reason suddenly collapses.

Cheng Ling has already met several red-eyed buyers, and even over the phone, you can feel the nervousness of those agents.

want, just want, want very much...

Mine, is mine, and can only be mine.

The quiet venue is like a steamer on the stove, except for the thin and continuous sound of bidding, which floats out of the cover like a wisp of white smoke, and everything underneath is set on the fire, which is getting more and more tormented.

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe beside him, who received his thoughtful gaze and said, "It's very different from what you thought, isn't it?"

Cheng Ling nodded.

"You thought the auction was just to buy something, as simple as visiting the market or shopping, but it's not." Zhong Zhe suddenly raised the number board in his hand and joined the competition for a bronze wine baron.

"90." The auctioneer immediately quoted.

This is an item with a base price of 70, and the starting price starts at 5, and it has gone through several rounds.

"It's the complete opposite of shopping, which is a de-stresser. Auctions are a stress-relief. If I were to use an analogy, it's more of a fight."

"100."

While Zhong Zhe was speaking, the auctioneer bid two more rounds.

"You see, every bid is like a blow from both sides. Now the opponent punches, you just have to live with it, and then calmly consider whether to fight back and how to fight back.

If the opponent jumps the price, you can't be stunned by the opponent's strong punch, and if the opponent bids quickly in succession, you can't be knocked down by the combination punch.You cannot lose reason and judgment with anger or desire to win.

You have to react quickly and hit your opponent accurately.Then came the next round. "

Zhong Zhe raised his placard again.

Official auction report: "110 million."

Cheng Ling thought about everything that happened around him more seriously, and he quickly said: "At the beginning, it was even a scuffle. A group of people rushed in and were beaten in turn. The more people were eliminated, the more people left each other. contest.

At this time, you are already familiar with the way your opponent moves, and this is an undefendable fight. Every attack must be endured by someone, so it is more tragic than ordinary fighting.

You win, but if you bleed and get hit too much, you lose as well. "

"Yes. It's the 'winner's curse.'

There is a story about the origin of this word. During the Roman Empire, the imperial throne was auctioned.The rich man who photographed it made a big promise of all the family property, but was quickly kicked out by the army and lost his head. "

"120 million once."

"130."

"140."

The auctioneer's voice was tense, and his speed began to increase. The breathing in the venue became heavy, and the bidding for the wine master had completely entered the white-hot stage.

Zhong Zhe stopped talking, but started to fight with all his concentration.

His opponent happened to be on the field as well.

Cheng Ling looked at the man, he was sure that the man was sweating, his face was flushed, his heart was beating faster, and his adrenaline was soaring.

"145 million." Zhong Zhe suddenly lowered the price increase.

The veterans realized that the bidding had reached a critical point, like continuous heavy punches, and now the strength of both sides has weakened.

The opponent clutching his wound now has to decide whether to admit defeat and leave the field with dripping scars, or to strike hard and let the opponent fall down.He didn't know if his opponent would fight back again, and he didn't know how long this kind of contest would last.

"150."

He chose to throw another punch.

"150 million, 150 million?" The auctioneer looked around, not only paying attention to the buyers who had bid before, but also looking at the whole audience.

After 10 suffocating seconds, Zhong Zhe finally raised his card again.

"160 million!"

There were sporadic high-fives.

"160 million, 160 million—160 million? Ladies and gentlemen, is there a higher bid? Last time, 160 million—

sell!Congratulations to number 1. "

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe, he knew better than anyone else the mental strength required in such a contest.It's the result of guts, skill, acumen and talent all in one, the tenacity of countless hours of training with no shortcuts.

He began to understand why the first time he put pressure on Zhong Zhe, the other party obviously felt a huge threat, but still resisted.

Perhaps Zhong Zhe could have resisted that night for a longer time, it was because of his contempt for his noble son, he was somewhat preconceived.

Everyone in the audience turned their attention to Zhong Zhe, and it was no surprise that they all thought that he was here today for this wine deity.

After the tortoise shell was displayed, after seven or eight rounds of bidding, the price was raised by half. Zhong Zhe flipped through the auction catalogue, and seemed not too concerned about the appearance on the stage.

Cheng Ling paid more careful attention to the people in the venue, as the other party was probably hiding somewhere in the auction venue.

After seventeen rounds of bidding, the price was almost doubled.Today, the ivory-white tortoiseshell fragment is worth $2000 million.There were various whispered discussions in the arena.

"There are so many people raising their cards that they can't see the end at all."

"Yeah, I'm so jealous. If you bite like this, you will only get a sky-high price at the end of the auction."

"What price?"

"It's hard to say, people are crazy, at least five times, ten times is not much."

That's [-] million US dollars!

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe beside him, and saw that he had no intention of making a move at all.

"Are you going to wait till the end?"

Zhong Zhe was no longer as relaxed as before, with a serious expression on his face.

He said quickly: "No. You must break this rhythm, otherwise you will only be dragged to death together."

He listened intently to several more rounds of bidding, and the increase in numbers finally began to slow down, with buyers being knocked out of the bidding in each round.

However, there are too many people and it is far from the final stage.

"4300."

"4400."

"5500 million?!"

The auctioneer's eyes widened, and he leaned forward almost falling off the stage.

Zhong Zhe paused for a moment with his raised hand, signaling confirmation.

There was an uproar.

This is a punch that can hit a fool.

The price jump after the auction is an inevitable determination.

The eyes of the audience swept back and forth to the buyers who had bid before.

The hustle and bustle has not yet calmed down, and a telephone broker has begun quoting.

"5600."

Only one price tag was added, which is a kind of test to see if the other party has tried their best just now.

"6000 million!"

Zhong Zhe jumped the price again almost at the same time as the agent raised his card.

"6000 million!"

Two rounds of swift, crushing sniping.

Zhong Zhe, sitting in the middle of the first row, raised the number board above his head, and the eye-catching number 1 on the red bottom board ensured that everyone in the audience could see it clearly.

Now, this is naked deterrence.

For a long time no one answered.

But suddenly a buyer present reported 6200 million.

Zhong Zhe sneered and looked back at the man.

Just when everyone thought he would jump the price again, Zhong Zhe put down the number board.

"Sixty-two million. Sixty-two million—is there anyone else who wants to make an offer, any more?"

Cheng Ling looked at the buyer. It was obvious that he had stopped breathing, his face was not excited, and his face was stiff with fear.

Almost only at the moment before the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer, Zhong Zhe gave a slight signal.

"6300."

Seeing that Zhong Zhe was bound to raise his price to retaliate against him, he was relieved at first, only to realize that he was already in a cold sweat.

No one wants to repeat the same mistakes.

As the last call agent shook his head and gave up, the audience erupted into endless applause.

"6300 million. Deal!"

Zhong Zhe stood up amidst the sound of confirmation, turned around and bowed politely to everyone.

This is a textbook auction classic.From the initial auction of the wine master, the opponents underestimated the enemy and the wrong impression, and then in the bidding of the tortoise shell, the surprise attack disrupted the entire bidding rhythm, forcing many people to wake up and withdraw from the auction, and finally pretended to be exhausted and won the auction .

This series of operations is easy to say, but when it is actually executed, it has to face many well-trained opponents, make every detail perfect, and quickly adjust to all unknown and known situations.

Even judging from Cheng Ling's special professional background, this is comparable to the top psychological warfare he has participated in and observed.

Almost everyone in the audience stood up, and everyone took out their mobile phones, scrambling to record this moment.

When Zhong Zhe exited the auction, he lowered his voice and said to Cheng Ling: "Now, I have entered the tiger's den. Whether you can keep the tiger cub is up to you."