I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

Han Zhaonan froze in place, and soon found that Jian Yanxi and Mingchu were sitting very close, with only Liang Wenqing in between.

Jian Yanxi must have come here with Liang Wenqing, but what will the two of you do when you come to the auction at night, it can't be for work, right?Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan curled his lips, quickened his pace and walked over to the front row, where Mingchu was already waving at him, calling softly, "A'nan!"

Han Zhaonan was a little hesitant, and looked at Jian Yanxi subconsciously, but found that the man had already withdrawn his gaze, and was talking to Liang Wenqing at the moment, the two were so close that Jian Yanxi's lips almost touched Liang Wenqing's. On the cheeks, it looks intimate and well-matched... Han Zhaonan suddenly retracted his gaze, strode towards Mingchu with a black face and pursed lips, and sat down on the vacant seat beside him.

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise I wouldn't know how to tell the difference when the painting comes out." Mingchu's smile was big and bright: "You must help me see it later!"

Seeing that Mingchu was so unconvinced, Guo Cheng, who gave way to Han Zhaonan, pretended to be angry and said to Han Zhaonan, "Well, this kid doesn't even trust me, and he even hired foreign aid. Anan, wait a minute Don't help him, I'm not educated and can't understand those things anyway, so I don't need to raise my sign—"

Mingchu laughed loudly, turned back indifferently, and said, "Brother, you just don't understand, and you still don't admit it! If you don't raise your sign, forget it. When Anan comes, I will ask Anan to buy it for me!"

"Have you asked Anan if you want Anan to buy it for you?" Guo Cheng deliberately raised the bar.

Mingchu snorted: "You don't need to ask, Anan will definitely help me, right?"

Han Zhaonan glanced at Guo Cheng who kept winking at him, and then at Mingchu who looked at him expectantly with Cai Feiyang's eyes. He was in a better mood, and nodded with a smile: "Buy, buy, buy, Brother Cheng, don't you?" Let me raise the sign."

"Okay!" Guo Cheng threw himself on his back in an instant, pointing at the innocent Han Zhaonan and the complacent Ming Chu who were speechless angrily, and finally laughed and cursed helplessly: "Okay, Xiao Chu, you are amazing, please come here Anan helped you take a picture, and now that painting must be within reach."

When Mingchu asked Guo Cheng just now, Guo Cheng didn’t dare to talk too much, but the situation is different now. After all, there are many rich people present, and many people who understand antiques, but those who are rich and understand antiques are willing to spend money on it, and For a person who spends money without any heartache, Han Zhaonan wants to consider himself the second, and absolutely no one dares to be the first.

Just think about the second-generation patriarchs and those who play with antiques in the whole capital, who can be richer than Han Zhaonan?

While several people were chatting and laughing, the auction of group A officially started. The first three pieces were not what Mingchu wanted, so he kept chatting with Han Zhaonan in a low voice. Looking at the lot covered by the cloth, after the long gray cloth was lifted, he saw the fully unfolded "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

As soon as this painting came out, it immediately attracted the attention of most of the people present. Many people's performances were much more exaggerated than that. Their eyes were shining brightly, and their love was beyond words. They only heard the introduction from the host on the stage: "As you can see, the fourth lot in group B today is "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" by Huaiyang in the Western Han Dynasty. The picture is 50 cm long and 1190 cm wide. The National Academy of Ancient Painting confirmed that it was indeed made by Huaiyang. The picture is a long scroll, which depicts the continuous mountains and hills and the vast rivers and lakes. Living in cottages, water milling long bridges, fishing, sailing, traveling, flying birds, etc., are depicted meticulously and vividly, and the artistic conception is majestic and magnificent. It is known as one of the top ten masterpieces handed down from Huaiyang and is highly collectible. Value and investment value, we got this painting at the auction three months ago, and then decided to sell it, the reserve price is 20, and the auction is now—”

"100 million!" Someone in the front row couldn't wait to raise the price.

Liang Wenqing was stunned: "Is it too exaggerated?"

It's just the first price increase, soaring directly to 100 million?

Jian Yanxi raised his eyebrows: "The status of Huaiyang's national champion was established in the Western Han Dynasty. At that time, even the emperor might not be able to ask for a painting. Time flies by for a thousand years. How much did his paintings sell? The prices are pretty normal."

"There are more or less bonuses in the auction. If you only estimate the market value of this painting, how far can the asking price go?"

"3000 million to 4000 million. This painting is not signed by Huaiyang. After all, it is considered flawed. Some people have scruples and cannot sell it for a sky-high price." Jian Yan glanced at the crowd in the auction room and said: "But even at this price, There are very few people who can give it away at the scene, and today's auction is only 5000 million."

Liang Wenqing was speechless: "5000 million..."

He had never seen so much money in his life, and felt that he was poor for the first time in his heart, and he couldn't understand how it could be so expensive for just one painting?

Jian Yan looked at his face full of doubts, shook his head and laughed and said: "No matter what era it is, the top art is priceless. Do you think that anyone can draw and write anything at will? Such an effect? ​​Huaiyang is a well-deserved national player in Chinese history. His paintings no longer simply represent himself, but represent a symbol, an era, the ancient people and the present Many modern people buy and sell his paintings, regardless of their top artistic value, the meaning represented in the paintings is also the composition of their prices.”

Liang Wenqing seemed to understand but not understand.

Jian Yanxi had no choice but to explain in a layman's terms: "The reason for this is similar to the unbelievable prices that teacups and toothbrushes used by some celebrities can be sold on the Internet, but the artistic value of artworks definitely exists, but the artistic value alone is not enough. Absolutely no auction at the current price."

"Star effect?" Liang Wenqing understood now: "It turns out that the ancients also had these things."

"Ancient times are also a form of human society. They are all made up of people. How different can it be from modern times?" Jian Yan smiled and looked at the field: "Every change is inseparable, just like the human heart."

The price at the auction has reached 300 million, and many people who are interested in this painting have died down. After all, some people have a limit no matter how rich they are, and they can't just buy a painting just for fun.

"Mr. No. 08 offered 300 million. Can anyone ask for a higher price?"

"Thirty-one million times!"

"Okay! Mr. No. 12 bid 500 million!" The host turned his eyes and showed a smile.

Jian Yan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Han Zhaonan who was holding up a placard.

not bad.

Are you in a hurry to be taken advantage of by others?

Han Zhaonan was oblivious to Jian Yanxi's inner activities, and focused on raising placards for 100 years. He competed with Mr. No. 08 for several rounds, and finally set the price at 800 million. The middle-aged man in No. 08 is a collector, and he was bound to acquire this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" today, but he didn't expect to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway through!In his heart, the price of this painting is around 4000 million. Even if he really likes Huaiyang, his budget can only bear 500 million at most. In fact, the two price increases he made in the end were actually piqued by——

Forget it, who told him that money is inferior to people?

"Mr. No. 12 bid 800 million, is there anyone else higher than this?"

"Forty-five million times."

"Forty-eight million times."

"Forty-eight million three times——" a huge smile appeared on the corner of the host's mouth, the hammer dropped suddenly, and said with a smile: "Huaiyang's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was finally auctioned by Mr. No. 800 at a price of 12 million , Congratulations to Mr. No. 800!"

"Anan!" Mingchu was so happy that he almost jumped up from his chair, and laughed, "Anan, Anan is the best!"

Han Zhaonan put down the sign calmly: "Just as long as you like it."

"I like it~" Mingchu held the sign and couldn't let go: "I've been thinking about this painting for a long time!"

Guo Cheng said sourly at the side: "Anan is so good, why don't you just recognize Anan as your brother."

"No." Ming Chu snorted, "Anan is only three months older than me, why should I call him brother for nothing?"

"It's not for nothing," Han Zhaonan said with a smile: "Is this painting not for you? Come and call me brother, and I will recognize you as my brother in the future."

"No!" Mingchu flatly refused, "I don't want you to be my brother."

"Why?" Han Zhaonan asked puzzled.

Mingchu turned his gaze elsewhere: "There's no reason, I just don't want to. Hey, don't ask! The last lot is up, take a quick look!"

As he said that, he went to push Han Zhaonan, his face turned red quietly, Han Zhaonan's heart skipped a beat, he turned around without thinking deeply, and listened to the host's introduction of the last lot.

"Today's last lot in Group A is also a painting, from Chang Zidao of Beiyan State." The host said as he flipped his palm, and someone immediately lifted the gray cloth on the cart, and there was also a painting on the shelf. Second painting, but different from the previous picture of Huaiyang's mountains and rivers, this long scroll painted by Chang Xuan and Chang Zidao, a master of the Northern Yan Dynasty, is a picture of a palace banquet. The painting in the picture is a banquet in the court of the Northern Yan Dynasty Scenes.

Jian Yanxi's originally relaxed shoulders tightened quietly, and her figure moved forward, and she seemed to be more focused.

Liang Wenqing noticed the change in his mood and asked, "Is Chang Zidao very powerful?"

"Beiyan Guoshou." Jian Yanxi's eyes flickered: "His name is Chang Xuan, and he is named Zidao. He is not only highly accomplished in calligraphy and painting, but also the grand tutor of Beiyan Holy Spirit Emperor Prince."

"Prince Taifu?" Liang Wenqing was surprised: "Or someone in the officialdom?"

Jian Yanxi nodded, and rubbed his index fingers and thumbs together: "However, the Holy Spirit Emperor resigned and returned to his hometown three years after he ascended the throne, and he was only 52 years old at the time."

Chang Xuan began to teach him from the age of eight until he ascended the throne as emperor. During this ten-year period, to Jian Yanxi, Chang Xuan was definitely more important than the emperor at that time and his father, Emperor Shengguang.

After all, Emperor Shengguang was obsessed with cultivating Taoism, and the gates of the palace were closed all year round. He would never be seen in bright yellow on non-important days. Even the prince Jian Yanxi only saw him twice a month, and each time was less than two times a month. A stick of incense.

Therefore, Emperor Shengguang died of illness in middle age. Jian Yanxi was not surprised at all. It is a pity that three years after he ascended the throne, Chang Xuan returned to his hometown on the grounds of poor health. For many years, until Jian Yanxi traveled through modern times, he never saw this old man who was both a teacher and a friend again.

But he didn't expect that after a thousand years, in such a scene, he would actually see the works of his former teacher in this way.

Jian Yanxi felt emotional in his heart, but Liang Wenqing saw that he was special about this painting, and quickly asked, "Do you want it?"

Jian Yan smiled: "This painting is the finale of today's auction, and the price may be double that of the previous "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". If you sell me, it won't be worth so much money, right?"

Liang Wenqing scratched his head: "It's a pity that I don't have much money, otherwise I would help you." Although he is the young master of the Liang family, he was adopted after all, so he will pay more attention to money, and Liang Yanqiu treats him well. The management is strict, and there are several million in hand, and no more will be enough.

Jian Yanxi felt a little itchy in her heart. She really wanted this painting, but she had no choice but to give it up due to her lack of money.

At this time, the host on the stage has almost introduced, and finally concluded: "This "Western Palace Banquet" is a painting of Chang Zidao in his later years, and it restores the various appearances of the Beiyan Palace thousands of years ago in a very specific way. , has extremely high value in all aspects. As the finale auction item of Group A today, the starting price is 20 yuan, with each increase of no less than 1000 yuan, and the final transaction price is no less than [-] million yuan. The auction starts now—"

"It turned out to be "Western Palace Banquet"!" Mingchu was stunned holding the price tag: "There are so many good things in the auction today! It's just..." He excitedly shared his excitement with Han Zhaonan, but turned around and found Han Zhaonan He had already gone elsewhere with all his heart and mind, staring straight at Jian Yanxi who was two seats away.The excited expression on Mingchu's face faded instantly, and he turned his head to look at it, and found that Jian Yanxi was looking at the "West Palace Banquet" with great concentration, and seemed very interested.

Han Zhaonan watched Jian Yanxi staring at the painting intently, and couldn't help thinking that Jian Yanxi was still reading the history book of Beiyan not long ago. Could it be that he is also interested in this painting?

When the first four pieces came out, his expression remained calm. Until this picture came out, it seemed that it caught all his eyes in an instant...

Want it?

Han Zhaonan's eyes flashed, and when he realized it, he heard the host on stage excitedly say: "Mr. No. 12 bid [-] million!"

As soon as the host said this, all the eyes on the field looked at Han Zhaonan in an instant!

Damn how rich this kid is!Didn't you just take a picture of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" with 800 million yuan, and now you want to shoot it, is it to go to heaven? !

People who really wanted to buy this painting almost burned a hole in Han Zhaonan. Han Zhaonan was still a little confused after raising the placard impulsively. At this time, he came back to his senses a little, sat down again in a leisurely manner, and looked at the stage.

The value of this "Western Palace Banquet" is higher than that of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". After the price reaches 7000 million, there are still people who increase the price, but the number of people is very small. In addition to Han Zhaonan, there are only three people in total, and one of them is the previous Mr. No. 08 After the last round of competition, he quickly understood that he could never compete with Han Zhaonan for money, so he quickly gave up in despair, but the other was still insisting. After 10 minutes, the two sides continued to increase the price, and finally stopped at 700 Thousands of [-] million on this hurdle.

"Mr. 12 eighty-seven million times—"

"Who is this guy? He also bought the last one. If he really got the last "Western Palace Banquet", he would have spent more than [-] million here today!"

"It's Han Zhaonan, the second patriarch of the Han family. You can tell by looking at his hair."

"I heard that he has a hobby of collecting antiques, but I haven't heard that he is interested in calligraphy and painting before..."

"Whether you're interested or not, we're out of the game. This guy is not a man short of money."

Indeed, the 14% of Han's shares, although these things were managed by lawyers for him before, all the shares, including the dividends earned in the first [-] years, were all transferred to Han Zhaonan's name, and he could use them as he wanted Yes, life is much more comfortable than that of Han's CEO, his father, Han Yi.

The host shouted the price three times on stage, but in the end no one came out to compete with Han Zhaonan again, and "West Palace Banquet" was once again snatched by Han Zhaonan at a price of 700 million.

The author has something to say: Jian Yanxi smiled: "This painting is the finale of today's auction, and the price may be double that of the previous "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". If you sell me, it won't be worth so much money, right?"

Anan: I heard that you are going to sell yourself to buy this painting?

Sissy:→_→

Did you find out, our Anan's innate skill is to be rich!