A man in a black kimono shouted, "Stop fucking saying this is ours, that is ours, what belongs to someone should belong to them, and then..."
I'll pay three times the reserve price! I love possessing other people's treasures and women!
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong gave the man in the kimono a deep look.
Okay, I've written it down.
He was quite touched just now, thinking the other person was a wise person, but who knew the other person would speak in such a halting manner.
Don't waste his feelings, just go over there tonight!
The man in the kimono, carrying a Japanese sword, turned around and swept his cold gaze around, and immediately no one dared to move.
He seems to have considerable influence, as he easily bought the Tang tri-color pottery.
Then came the sixth item, which the auctioneer brought out again: a piece of porcelain.
"The earliest Kutani ware?" Fang Zong couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
Marha asked curiously, "Very valuable?"
"I just learned something from a friend whose surname is Niu."
Fang Zong nodded: "The patterns of Kutani ware are mainly based on traditional Japanese hand-painted designs, using five strong colors such as red, yellow, green, purple and blue. The bold composition and natural, smooth and powerful lines create a unique style that is unrestrained, bright and luxurious. Of course, it is also something that was learned from our late Ming Dynasty painted porcelain."
If I'm not mistaken, this should be the first bowl made of Kutani ware, used by the dog king hundreds of years ago.
"Pfft! What a useless dog!" Malha immediately laughed.
For some inexplicable reason, his eyes also lit up.
The auctioneer had already announced the starting price of 150 million yen, and many people wanted to bid, but suddenly someone sneered: "Ten times!"
Fang Zong stared in astonishment.
Because the one making the bid was none other than Malha, the oil field prince.
Malha swaggered over, picked up the Kutani ware porcelain bowl, and arrogantly said, "This piece of trash is worth less than ten million RMB. I'll offer one hundred million. Which idiot would dare to compete with me for it?"
Nobody said a word. One hundred million RMB is more than 1.6 billion Japanese Yen. Only a fool would buy it.
They looked at Malha like he was a fool.
"No one's going to take it, so it's mine. I heard this is something you Japanese are proud of?" Marha walked directly over to the man in the kimono and asked arrogantly, "You like to possess other people's treasures and women?"
The man in the kimono squinted: "Yes, you have a problem with that?"
"What about me?"
Marha pointed to his nose and smashed the Kutani ware porcelain bowl on the ground with a loud thud.
Fang Zong felt a surge of satisfaction upon seeing the shards scattered all over the ground, yet also a sense of regret.
Smashing things is certainly allowed.
But he felt that 100 million RMB was unnecessary.
Fang Zong was about to take Malha away when he noticed Malha standing with his hands on his hips, poking the kimono-clad man's chest with an air of triumph:
"I don't like possessing things, I just like breaking them, what the hell's wrong with that?"
The man in the kimono roared in fury: "Baka! Do you want to die?"
Malha: "⊙▽⊙".
Looking at Malha's expression, Fang Zong understood somewhat.
He really wanted to tell the other person:
actually,
Malha deliberately courted death.
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