Chapter 488: The rebuttal will scare people to death
Ye Xiaomei was stunned by what she heard. Moreover, among those who bought the tickets, there were also ladies, and each of them was more addicted to watching than the men.
"It's an authentic one, right?" Tang Bushi was confident that he could turn the tables, but he looked at her as if nothing had happened.
Ye Xiaomei nodded.
At this time, the people watching on the stage had already returned to their seats for buying and bidding.
The host shouted out - the starting price of this ancient painting is 50 million.
After saying this, Ye Xiaomei almost vomited blood.
Tang Bushi accidentally fell off the chair.
He didn't know where his sunglasses and hat had fallen. He searched everywhere in panic and asked in a heavy tone when he got up again:
"How much? Did you hear that?"
Ye Xiaomei stared at the stage, damn, such an obscene picture actually...
She was stunned and uttered a few words: "Starting price, fifty million..."
This is simply a sin.
Tang Buci took a deep breath and said, "Damn, I only spent 30,000 when I bought it."
"You've made a killing this time." Ye Xiaomei said in a daze.
However, as soon as the price was announced, many people started talking about it.
——Is this a robbery or an auction?
——That’s right, who on earth can afford to spend so much money to buy a painting like this? I’d rather spend three bucks to buy a pornographic book at a street stall.
——Yeah, that’s too high.
So, no one was seen holding up a sign for a long time.
Even the big guys sitting in the front were just whispering to each other.
"What's the point of having a high price? No one will buy it." Ye Xiaomei was brought back to reality at this moment.
Tang Buci recovered well and soon acted as if nothing had happened: "This group of people must want to take more commissions, so they set the starting price so high, but..."
"But what?"
"However, it is also possible that the treasure appraisers do not want to sell this painting at all." Tang Bushi used to deal in antiques, so he had seen this unspoken rule before:
"But we have to respect the collectors and take the form of auction, so we have to put it up for auction. It is very likely that an insider has reserved it. If the auction fails, then the painting will be taken back and used as a bargaining chip to lower the price."
"Damn, the water is so deep, how much did you offer at the beginning?" Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but swear. At this moment, ten minutes had passed and everyone was still discussing in the audience. The whole venue was noisy like a group of birds in a cage, but no one raised a sign.
Tang Buci held up three fingers: "Twenty million."
Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but glance at Tang Buci, thinking, is this guy so honest? He just quotes whatever he needs.
"If what you said is true and no one wants to buy this painting, how much will the people in the backstage ask for?"
Tang Buci crossed his arms and said lazily, "Based on my experience, it will definitely be reduced to less than 20 million, and it is very likely to be a big deal."
Ye Xiaomei took a breath of cold air and said, "Isn't it only ten million?"
As I was thinking about it, time passed by little by little, and as the host's cheerful promotional speech came to an end, still no one bought.
It seems there is no hope. Ye Xiaomei looked at the bracelet on her hand and thought of other ways if it doesn't work.
Just then, someone raised a card - fifty-one million.
Everyone's eyes were on the person holding the sign. Ye Xiaomei also took a closer look. It was the wealthy woman in her forties. She was wearing all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. Just from the cheongsam she was wearing, one could tell it was worth a lot of money.
But no matter who it was, someone finally made a bid.
Who would have thought that at this moment, a man came out from the corridor in the middle of the venue, followed by a dozen people in suits.
They stood on both sides of the aisle one by one, following the leader's pace, as if they were well-trained.
The leader was an old man in a long gown, dressed like a storyteller. The cane in his hand looked like an ornament. No, strictly speaking, it was a dragon-head cane with the dragon eye inlaid with jade. There was a white bead in his mouth, and it was hard to tell what material it was made of without a close look.
His temperament is particularly intimidating.
As he arrived, there was a long pause, with only people whispering, "Who is this person who is making such a big show?"
"I don't know. He looks unfamiliar."
The old man walked to the front row, put his hands on the dragon-head cane, and said calmly: "I became a monk for 100 million."
His voice is different from that of ordinary men. It sounds like he is speaking with a pinched throat.
However, the moment the number one hundred million came out of his mouth, Ye Xiaomei became hard all over.
Damn, is this painting really that valuable?
The entire auction house, including the wealthy buyers, was silent.
Tang Bushi's hands trembled and he almost fell down again.
Ye Xiaomei gritted her teeth and straightened him up: "Your family is so wealthy, but are you scared by a 100 million?"
Tang Buci adjusted his tilted hat brim and stammered, "It's not because of the high price, it's because of the painting. If I had known it was so valuable, I would definitely not sell it. I have to keep it."
"..." Ye Xiaomei was speechless.
But I finally understood what he meant. He must have wanted to auction something that could be worth about 20 million. Who knew it would have such a collectible value? I guess he must be regretting it now.
——Who is this person? Why is he so generous?
——I don’t know. I have never seen such a rich man in Chaocheng.
——Look, he is dressed like an actor, could he be from Kyoto?
After all, Kyoto has a lot of money and people, so even if you do business, you will eventually end up in a first-tier city.
——No matter how rich I am, I still don’t think this painting is worth that much money.
——They have money to burn it.
As a result, it was bought by this person.
After leaving the venue, Tang Buci looked back at Jiuzhou Building as if he was dreaming.
The crowd that was disbanding came out in droves, most of them concerned about the discussion about the painting that was still going on, and the most common comment was that the man had a mental disorder.
At this time, four or five high-end cars were parked at the door, and the one leading the way was actually an extended version of an imported luxury car.
Then, a series of footsteps came from behind.
Looking back, it was the old man. The two rows of bodyguards following him got into the car one by one. The old man got into the extended sedan and then drove away.
After a long while, Tang Bu Ci finally managed to utter a few words: "There are actually people who are richer than me."
"..." Ye Xiaomei was immediately shocked as if she had eaten a fly: "You don't have to be jealous. If your real estate is converted into cash, you will definitely be richer than him."
"Not necessarily." Tang Buci kept his eyes on the departing car: "Did you notice his cane?"
"I saw it, what's wrong?"
"The wood of the walking stick is Qilin wood. It would take two or three thousand years for it to grow so thick."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned for a moment. The diameter of the cane was less than three inches at most. "Why does the wood grow so slowly?"
"Not only does it grow slowly, it's also very rare. I only heard about it from my adoptive father when I was a child, but I've never even seen it. Compared to the Qilin wood, the thousand-year-old golden nanmu can only be considered a grandson. And the white pearl in the dragon's mouth is not simple either. You can't buy it even if you have money. It's not comparable to jade at all."
Tang Buci squinted his eyes and looked in the direction the old man left. Although the convoy had disappeared, his eyes were narrowed tightly behind his sunglasses.
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