Chapter 1127 Hey, I Called It Wrong (Ten/Ten)

"The next lot is a self-portrait of Van Gogh. Van Gogh is...the starting price is 50 million dollars...start!"

The auctioneer had just finished speaking, and Bill Gates was about to raise his hand, when a voice suddenly came from the venue: "60 million dollars."

Wow~~~

Everyone is watching, who is so fierce, and the price will be increased by 10 million US dollars, which is inevitable!

The sign that Bill Gates just wanted to raise was put down. There is no need to compete with Feng Yu, but some people don't think so, such as Paul Allen.

"Sixty-one million dollars."

As soon as Paul Allen's voice fell, before the auctioneer had time to repeat, Feng Yu raised his sign and shouted again: "70 million dollars. Paul, do you like this painting too?"

Seeing Feng Yu's half-smile expression, Paul Allen endured it, and didn't dare to raise the price, for fear that Feng Yu deliberately tricked him. What Feng Yu said just now is very clear, he just bought it back to pretend, he must not be fooled.

After the auctioneer shouted three times, this self-portrait of Van Gogh fell into Feng Yu's hands. Seventy million U.S. dollars is higher than the estimated value of those art collectors, but there is a premium for art every year, which is why many people say that money is hard to buy what they love. People who are not short of money, if they really meet something they like, the premium is not too much, and they can all accept it.

The audience applauded the highest price of today's auction. Feng Yu sat there with his legs crossed, with a faint smile on his face, as if the premium was several million dollars, and he didn't care at all.

In fact, Feng Yu was already secretly scolding Paul Allen for being troublesome, otherwise his 60 million dollars just now would have put a lot of pressure on others, and as long as he shouted 65 million dollars immediately, he would have a great chance to win It's a pity that the price can scare others, but it may not scare Paul Allen, so Feng Yu couldn't help shouting an extra five million dollars.

"The next painting is "The Massacre of the Innocents" by Rubens..."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Paul Allen, who was interested in the painting, raised his placard and shouted, "Forty-five million dollars."

This price can’t scare other people. Someone immediately followed up, and the price slowly rose to 53.2 million US dollars. Seeing that no one raised the price, and it was about to fall into Paul Allen’s pocket, Feng Yu Hold a sign here: "Sixty million dollars!"

There was that voice again, and someone behind even wanted to stand up to see, who the hell was sitting in the first row? How dare they compete with Paul Allen, and the price increase was so ruthless!

Paul Allen stared at Feng Yu. Sure enough, this Feng Yu came out to disrupt the situation, but he completely forgot that he deliberately raised the price just now.

"Sixty-three million."

"Sixty-five million."

"Seventy million."

"You won." Feng Yu shrugged and said suddenly.

Paul Allen held a mouthful of blood in his chest, his face flushed instantly. He thought Feng Yu would continue to increase the price, and then he withdrew, but now he was trapped. For this painting, he spent at least ten million dollars more!

Although he also has a net worth of tens of billions of dollars, most of it is in stocks. More than 10 million dollars is not a small amount for him.

Especially the sentence that you won, made him the most angry, did I win? It seems that I am the one who lost money!

When the surrounding applause rang, he felt so harsh, as if they were mocking him, mocking him for being taken advantage of.

Then came the auction of some common art, and then came the intermission.

"Hey, Paul, it's a pity that this year's transaction price record is mine. Although yours is tied, it can only be ranked behind me." Feng Yu said deliberately.

"That's not necessarily true." Paul Allen gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Yu.

"Let's wait and see." Feng Yu shrugged, looking like he was sure of winning, which made Paul Allen even more angry.

He swears that although he is not a particularly tolerant person, nothing can make him so angry. But it happened that he met Feng Yu, that action, that expression, was a kind of provocation in his eyes.

I, Paul Allen, how could I lose to you in this matter!

After the start of the second half,

It started with book manuscripts again. Bill Gates made a move and won two copies, and others also won several copies.

When an oil painting appeared, Feng Yu asked the price again: "Fifty million."

Paul Allen then raised the price: "Sixty million."

Feng Yu shouted: "Seventy million."

Paul Allen still wanted to shout, but was stopped by Bill Gates.

Bill Gates shook his head at him: "Paul, there's no need to argue with him. That's already beyond the value of that pair of "Still Life".

Paul Allen took two deep breaths, gave Feng Yu a hard look, and then fell silent.

Feng Yu shrugged. When the auctioneer announced that he had won the auction, he uttered a word: "Poor ghost!"

Poor? I'm poor?

Paul Allen almost exploded. When had he been ridiculed like this?

Isn't it just a painting, today he will fight with Feng Yu, let's see who suffers in the end!

The auctioneer on the stage almost burst into laughter, today is really a surprise. I thought Bill Gates and Paul Allen were coming and they would be big winners. But now it looks like the big winner is the Chinese guy. Although he doesn't know Feng Yu, he can guess that such a person who doesn't take money as money, who seems to be at odds with Paul Allen, must be Feng Yu, the richest man in Asia.

With these few oil paintings, perhaps today's auction will be the best one this year, and it may exceed the estimated total transaction price by more than 30%!

"This pair of Picasso's "Woman with Arms Folded"..."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Feng Yu raised his placard: "70 million!"

Wow~~

Everyone was in an uproar. This was the first time they had seen such a willful bid. The starting price of this painting is only 48 million US dollars.

Does this rich man only know the number 70 million? All paintings are priced at this price.

Paul Allen saw Feng Yu talking and laughing with Ralph, and he seemed to have heard that Feng Yu wanted to buy this painting and hang it in the bedroom.

If you want to buy it, you can, but $70 million is definitely not enough.

"Eighty million dollars!"

The auctioneer immediately became excited. Today's highest price, no, this year's highest price for an art auction, or the highest price for an oil painting auction in the past ten years. In the future, I don't know when the sky-high price will be broken.

Paul Allen looked at Feng Yu provocatively, increase the price, you increase the price, as long as you increase the price, I will not follow, this painting will cost you an extra ten or twenty million!

Unexpectedly, Feng Yu didn't intend to bid again at all, even though the auctioneer shouted his throat, no one raised the price.

Paul Allen was in a hurry at this time. Although Picasso's paintings are famous, they are not worth 80 million US dollars. Especially the recent art market is not particularly good.

After everyone applauded and congratulated Paul Allen for becoming the highest bidder in today's auction, Paul Allen heard Feng Yu's words.

"This painting is so ugly. I called it wrong just now, and I want to ask if I can regret it. Fortunately, Paul was righteous and became the receiver. It's so good, so good."

Paul Allen had an unbelievable expression on his face. What did Feng Yu just say, did he call it wrong? How could he call it wrong? How can you call it wrong!

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