Chapter 147: Not Good at Playing

The live broadcast begins.

"My treasure friends, instead of appraising treasures today, I will show you tonight what items will be sold in a serious offline auction."

Zhang Yang has already discussed the content of the live broadcast with the audience in the live broadcast room.

Being an anchor also requires you to have a good time!

"What do you want to see first? I'm here to introduce it today, trying to satisfy every audience's curiosity."

"Bronze? No, but I can show you the bronze mirror."

[Bronze mirror? Real punishment]

[Do you think everything will be fine if you omit the word "green"?

[Can you give the lady next to you a shot?]

[Yeah, yeah, I’ve long been tired of looking at antiques]

Little sister? Where?

Zhang Yang looked at everyone around him and found that the young lady mentioned in the barrage could only be Tang Qiyun.

Xiao Tang had never seen so many antiques, and his face almost touched the glass of the display cabinet.

"What do you want, little sister? Women will only ruin your ability to see things accurately."

Zhang Yang quietly hooked his fingers at Xu Jie, who understood very well and immediately focused his camera on the bronze mirror in the showcase.

[Dog Director, I wish you a single life]

This blessing is so cruel.

Zhang Yang suppressed his laughter and started the live broadcast seriously:

"This is a bronze mirror from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the characters on it: Wu, Zi, Deng, Ke."

"This means that whether it is given to students or football players, it is a perfect match."

[Can I give it to Brother Drinking Water or Karius? 】

"It's best not to give it to the goalkeeper, unless you have a grudge against him."

"Looking at the surrounding decorations, they are all gourds. In ancient times, gourds symbolized wealth."

"The meaning of this mirror is ridiculously good."

[But bronzes cannot be traded]

"Bronze ware cannot be traded, what does it have to do with my bronze mirror?"

"The bronze mirror can be auctioned." Zhang Yang explained.

"Forget about those things you dug into the ground. It can be seen at a glance that they were just dug out of the soil last week. Who is not afraid of death and dares to auction them?"

"The current estimate of this bronze mirror is 400,000, but if anyone can buy it at this price, it will definitely be a mistake..."

"..."

While Zhang Yang was broadcasting live, Ding Qiang was hiding in the room at the registration office, watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Next to him are two staff members who are responsible for registering the information of members participating in the auction. The three of them joined the company at the same time, so they take care of each other.

"Brother Qiang, why don't you go live with the sponsor's father?"

"Aren't you going to give Mr. Xin some eye drops now? I'd better support him silently."

Ding Qiang said and gave Zhang Yang a gift of two hundred yuan.

This is already his living expenses for a week, but in exchange for a spot in a core fan base, he thinks it is quite a bargain.

In the past few days, he has been studying the information behind this "Hailin Light Auction".

Even the experts from the Yangcheng Museum who were behind Zhang Yang were found out.

The more he checked, the more excited he became. He actually planned to hold this auction once a quarter.

If we could build a good relationship with Director Zhang, wouldn't there be many opportunities in the future?

"The deposit this time is 200,000. Guess how many people registered today?"

"At least fifty." The staff member in charge of accounting replied.

"I think there are a hundred." Ding Qiang predicted: "While I was waiting for Director Zhang in the parking lot, I took a look and saw that there were quite a few luxury cars with foreign license plates."

"Who knows if the car owner came to the auction?"

Facing the doubts of his friends, Ding Qiang smiled evilly.

"Guess how those people wearing Leek Gang costumes came to the venue?"

"You don't really think they look like a tour group, they just came by bus, right?"

"I don't quite believe it. If there were a hundred people this night, Lao Xin's face would be so angry."

"Then he'd better go to the hospital early to register." Ding Qiang said with a smile.

Because in the background of the live broadcast room, he had already seen the people from the Leek Gang lining up to go to the registration room.

…

"Everyone please pay attention to order and don't crowd."

"Can you guys stop watching the live broadcast? Master Zhang is right outside. Wouldn't it be nice to wait and watch it in person?"

"That won't work. I'm afraid of social media. The anchor on the mobile phone screen is more friendly."

"Be careful if he crawls out of your phone in the middle of the night to look for you."

"Is there such a good thing?"

The staff in charge of registration always felt that it was unreal when looking at these customers wearing 100-yuan cultural shirts.

Shouldn’t auctions be held by business elites?

Why does it feel like a middle-aged tour group?

"Brother, don't be stunned. I've finished filling out the form."

Jiucaigou Baoyou, who was standing at the front, showed his mobile phone page.

"Oh, okay. Then you need to pay a deposit and swipe your card?"

"Can't you scan the code?" Baoyou showed his account balance, which was seven digits.

"It's possible, but the single limit is 100,000, and it needs to be paid in two installments."

"Why are there such ink stains?" Baoyou, who was second in line, couldn't help but interject.

"Brother, can you go to the company's account? I'll pay it together."

"Damn, you're showing off your wealth, right?" someone shouted from the treasure friend at the back.

"No, it's really not about showing off your wealth. If I pay a bigger deposit, I'll lose less when the auction comes."

"Twenty-three of us, 4.6 million, can help me save a lot!"

After obtaining the consent of the staff, this treasure friend who seemed to be the boss of the company made a phone call.

Soon, a female secretary in a black silk short skirt came in with a purse and swaying waist.

When paying, Ding Qiang stole a glance at the name of this buddy's company.

XX Foreign Trade Clothing Company?

Now I know who owns the Rolls-Royce outside.

But the clothing business has nothing to do with antique collection, is this the support behind Director Zhang?

It seems that he has mobilized a lot of resources for this auction!

After the people from Jiucaigou left, Wei Fuguang followed in.

This was not his first time to attend an auction. Without any nonsense, he took out a stack of documents from his bag very skillfully::

"38, 43, 66, 79, 121, 144, are these license plates still there? I want them all."

"This is their ID card."

"Just swipe this card."

Ding Qiang stole another glance. Several registered customers were surnamed Wei and were locals in Linhai.

This can't be a big family, right?

…

After the first day of the preview, Zhang Yang got the registration form from the auction company.

A total of 178 people paid the deposit.

This is just one night.

Although not everyone will bid for something, the more people participate in the auction, the greater the probability of a deal.

Among these people, Zhang Yang only knows Wei Fuguang and Huang Bin.

The rest of the names are so unfamiliar!

It was only when he saw someone showing off their number plate in the fan group that he realized that there were so many rich guys hidden in his live broadcast room?

Most of them are middle-aged people. They usually watch the live broadcast for free, but when it comes to the critical moment, they all make a move?