"Sister Zong, did you see something?"

Fang Zongtang gestured to his left and right as there were too many people around and too many eyes.

"I'll tell you later!"

Chen Zhen understood about 80% of it.

The buyers who had seen the item sat back in their seats, and the host started bidding, with each bid being 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.

At first, most people were paying attention to Fang Zongtang and Song Yi. But when they saw that they didn't even bother to look at them and even specifically ordered hot dishes, as if they were here to eat, they began to disapprove.

So what if Song Yi is the richest man? He is still a wolf cub who only knows how to eat raw meat and is not presentable!

Antiques are not something that everyone can appreciate. A bumpkin like Song Yi is obviously a nouveau riche who only knows how to buy diamonds. For a person like him, any stone can be considered a treasure as long as the price is high.

Those who think they are more cultured and knowledgeable than Song Yi suddenly feel superior.

He began to hold up signs continuously, showing off his elegant and refined taste.

Soon the plum vase was sold for 2 million and 200,000 Hong Kong dollars.

When Song Yi was helping Fang Zongtang pick up some food, he heard her muttering, "Getting a fake jar, as if she had found a treasure~"

The tone was quite disdainful.

Chen Zhen also heard this, and he hurriedly picked up some food for Fang Zongtang.

Just when she was about to put it in her bowl, Song Yi snatched it away.

"She's taking medicine, there are some things she can't eat!"

Song Yi took the food from Chen Zhen's chopsticks and put it on his own plate, but he didn't eat it and just put it aside.

Chen Zhen took back his chopsticks and said embarrassedly, "I forgot, I'm sorry."

Song Yi said with a stern face: "Just eat it yourself, I will pay attention to her dishes."

Chen Zhen smiled and said nothing.

She heard their interaction and had no time to deal with them.

The second auction item was taken out, which was a Qianlong Magu birthday gourd bottle, with a starting price of 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.

When Song Yi, the translator, said that they could go up and see, she got up and went over.

This is a small gourd that can be played with in the palm of your hand. There is a vine at the mouth of the bottle, and the vine is sealed with cinnabar.

She said to Song Yi, "Excuse me, can I pick it up and have a look?"

After Song Yi asked, he said, "Sure."

There were not many people on the stage. When I got closer, I saw that it was only slightly bigger than the palm of my hand. Four or five of them went back.

Now, besides the three of them, there are only two people left on the stage.

She took the gourd in her hand and looked at the pattern first, then at the bottom of the bottle.

Chen Zhen: "Sister Zong, there is no money."

She shook her head in disappointment and put it back.

Chen Zhen picked it up and took a look. The workmanship was quite good, but it had no mark and was damaged. Not to mention 20,000 yuan, no one would buy it even for 200 yuan if it was put out there!

He put it back in disappointment.

When the remaining two people saw them like this, they just glanced at them casually and went down without even coming closer.

The host announced the start of the auction and thought that no one would bid, but unexpectedly, when the second hammer came, someone raised a paddle.

The host was very excited. It was very embarrassing to have the item fail to sell, especially in an auction with a charity theme.

Various speculations will affect the reputation of China Guardian Auctions.

The host asked as usual, and Song Yi translated it for her.

"Are there any buyers holding placards? If not, the Fulu bottle will belong to this gentleman?"

She locked her eyes on the hammer, and raised the sign the moment it struck.

The host realized only after he had knocked the ball that according to the rules, three hammers were enough to decide that the gourd bottle should belong to Fang Zongtang.

When the host said Mrs. Song's name, Chen Zhen turned around and looked at her with some surprise.

Song Yi translated it for her.

"The Fortune Bottle is yours. Forty thousand Hong Kong dollars."

Fang Zongtao raised a sly smile and was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"It's not fair, I want a new bid!"