In the eyes of most people, collecting a Van Gogh painting is a good investment in every way.
This vast majority of people refers to those in the compartments below, and does not include the VIP room upstairs.
But the reason why these people are sitting downstairs is that their status and position, including how much money they can afford to bid, are all fixed.
Once the price reaches a certain level, 90 percent of the people in the lower compartment will back off.
Therefore, Zeng Wangcai’s main opponent is the person sitting in the VIP room like him.
But then again, whether this painting is a work of Van Gogh may be a matter of different opinions by different people. Victor of Rose Manor guarantees that it will not have much effect on people in the VIP room.
"Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers' worth $12 million is definitely worth it!" Before the bidding started, Bell was still shouting hard, "If you know Van Gogh, you should know that ten years ago, a painting of 'Sunflowers' was sold for a high price of $50 million. That was ten years ago. Now it only starts at $12 million, and each increase in price must not be less than $500,000. Don't hesitate, the bidding starts now..."
The starting price went up, and the minimum bid went up each time.
Zhang Xiuzhi upstairs was holding the remote control and pressed it as soon as Bell finished speaking.
"It's not my wife, why are you in such a hurry? Don't panic. If there are many people interested in this kind of thing, it will take a long time to finish."
"It's alright, I'm just sitting around doing nothing."
As she spoke, Zhang Xiuzhi pressed the button again subconsciously.
She had never attended such occasions. She just wanted to buy the painting quickly and then call her daughter to tell her the good news.
Bell saw the light on and was stunned for a moment. He thought it was the nouveau riche upstairs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the light turn on again.
"What do you mean? Pressing twice means bidding twice? Bidding with yourself?" Bell was confused.
He has been in this business for so long, but he has never seen a situation where he bid against himself.
Should we say 1250 or 1300?
After hesitating for a few seconds, Bell made a quick judgment: "Haha, it seems that Mr. Some is very eager to get this painting. He initially increased the price by $1 million. Now the price of this painting is $13 million."
When Bell's words spread, the people in the compartment who were interested in the painting had different thoughts.
Some people think that the person bidding may be anxious as Bell said, but more people think that this is a bidding method, showing a determination to win in order to scare other potential buyers.
"Anyone else bidding?" Bell called out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights on the panel flickered several times.
This is the disadvantage of the bidding function on this panel. When some items are very popular, it is easy to get confused.
Fortunately, this has happened before, and both Bell and the people who were bidding below were aware of the situation. The light board also had a function that allowed Bell to distinguish who bid first and who bid later.
"Oh my God, the current price is 16.5 million. It seems that many people want this painting." Bell reported the current price quite exaggeratedly.
Down below, Old Kohler and Young Kohler were both very nervous in their own cubicles.
"Grandfather, do you think Mr. Lei made an offer?" asked little Kohler.
"Now is not the time for the VIP room to bid!" Old Kohler said calmly, "But since Mr. Lei has agreed, I will definitely make a move. It's just that the current price is too low..."
Even if the price reached 20 million, old Kohler would not be satisfied.
Greed is one thing, but the main thing is that the auction of this painting is rather peculiar.
If the painting is authenticated as a work by Van Gogh, the starting price would not be so low. But now it is just highly likely that it is, and there is a possibility that it is not, so the price was set at 12 million.
Old Kohler knew the value of this painting. If he was lucky enough, he would be satisfied if he could sell it for 40 million.
This price plus the other items he auctioned, totaling 60 million, was enough to almost solve their family's crisis.
Upstairs, Zeng Wangcai no longer interferes with his wife's shopping. He knows that it is best not to interfere when a woman is shopping as it is easy to hurt her accidentally.
"Wangcai, it's so fast, it's already 1800..."
"......"
No, can you bring the “million” at the end?
You talk like it's a month's salary...
Zeng Wangcai had no choice but to put down his phone and come over to go shopping with his wife.
He took just two steps and saw his wife pressing the remote control three times in a row, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
"Okay, it's 2150!" Zeng Wangcai shook his head and laughed. He found that his wife had this side. "Press slowly. This is not about money. Now the people upstairs haven't made any moves. Why are you arguing with those people downstairs?"
"If someone buys it, your daughter will be angry with you!" Zhang Xiuzhi rolled her eyes at Zeng Wangcai, "Press it a few more times to be safe. What if one of them misses?"
While he was speaking, there were two more snaps.
With just a few words, 1800 turned into 2250.
Zhang Xiuzhi's actions actually brought about an unexpected result, which was... the people downstairs retreated.
"22.5 million for the first time..." Bell read out the offer in a hoarse voice with a dark face.
The price directly increased by 4.5 million, and it increased while the light was on. Who can't tell that it was the big boss upstairs who made the move?
Old Kohler's face darkened. He stood up in the cubicle and looked towards the second floor. "How could this happen? This shouldn't be the case. How could a Van Gogh painting be sold for such a small amount of money? Mr. Lei, you can't play like this."
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