Chapter 225
We were already ten minutes late when we arrived at the auction, but fortunately the auction of the painting had not yet started.
At the beginning, the auctioneer above was mainly explaining some of the theme culture of this auction and discussing some historical issues.
However, the people below were obviously not interested in paying attention to the history here. They just wanted to know whether the works they auctioned had room for appreciation and how they should get the most potential works at the lowest price.
This is businessmen.
They don't hate historical writers.
Because they think it is because of these historians that the things they collect will increase in price, and they should thank them instead.
I took a quick look at the auction. There were more than a hundred people, and the seats were full, and there was even a row of people standing behind.
"Okay, now it's officially today's auction."
The auctioneer looked around at this time and smiled with satisfaction.
"First, the first work is a spiral tri-color camel figurine from the Tang Dynasty. This work is well preserved, rare in the world, and has a unique shape. It represents the level of stone carving in the middle of the Tang Dynasty. The reserve price is 500,000, and the bidding starts now!"
"600,000!"
Someone below called the price.
"Seven hundred thousand..."
"One million!"
"Okay, is there anyone who wants more than one million?"
The first auction item was sold, and the next few items were some stone statues or bronze artifacts.
But I saw that the business leaders sitting in the front didn't seem to have bid yet.
Maybe they were waiting for other items.
Asan was silent and looked around. We were standing in the last row, which was in a higher position, so as long as someone bid, we could see it clearly.
After several rounds of bidding, the painting finally appeared in front of everyone.
"Wow!"
Everyone looked at the painting that was slowly unfolded by the auctioneer, and smiled in admiration on their faces.
The painting was lifelike, and the prince in it seemed to be walking out of the painting.
The golden desert seemed like countless gold piled together.
Both the painting and the conception of the work were top-notch.
"Legend has it that this painting was created by Xuanzang. On his way back from his pilgrimage, he met the prince who had discussed Buddhist scriptures with him. The two felt that they had met too late, and finally parted ways."
The auctioneer said, "The bid for this painting is 5 million RMB!"
There was an uproar below.
"6 million..."
"10 million!"
"20 million!"
...
The bidding was fierce, and these business leaders seemed determined to compete for the highest bid in this painting and would not give up.
In less than ten minutes, the price had soared to 100 million RMB.
"Is there anyone who bids more than 100 million?"
The auctioneer seemed a little excited, perhaps he himself did not know that this was far beyond his expectations.
The one who bid 100 million was a middle-aged man with a fat belly and big ears, who obviously felt like he had become rich overnight.
"Is there anyone who bids more than 100 million?"
The auctioneer looked around among the crowd.
"Three, two, one!"
Finally it was finalized, "This painting "Prince Sim" was sold to this gentleman for 100 million yuan. Thank you for your support. Thank you. On behalf of our company, I would like to express my sincere gratitude!"
Your auctioneer became more and more excited.
Several people left the scene angrily.
After the painting fell, the entire auction ended, and everyone left one by one.
After inquiring, the gentleman who bought the painting was the owner of a cultural relic company in Ducheng, and it is said that this person did not have a huge fortune. He almost spent most of his assets just for this painting.
It was the fat boss.
We wanted to meet the boss, but there was no chance to meet.
Because there are always a dozen bodyguards around that person, following him at all times.
I couldn't help but think of the old man's words, the most terrifying thing is the real owner behind Bai Yan.
I checked the relevant information and asked someone to inquire, this fat guy and Bai Yan have no connection at all, they are almost people from two different worlds, no intersection.
So, the real person the old man was talking about should not be that guy.
"Who else could it be?"
Li Da Kui analyzed. When he lived in Bai Yan's house, he did not see Bai Yan meet with other big guys.
So it is difficult to speculate.
"Maybe, that guy has been hiding in the dark and spying on us."
I analyzed.
"It is not impossible."
Da Kui nodded.
We decided that we must not act alone during this period, try to avoid separation, and it is best to go out during the day and stay in the hotel at night. It is not advisable to go out.
Because, I vaguely feel that something big will happen in Ducheng in the next few days, and it is very likely to be related to us.
As expected, three days later, something really happened around us.
And I almost died because of it. It happened at night. The room we lived in caught fire for no reason!
In the middle of the night, the fire trapped us all in the room.
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