Liming’s WeChat profile picture was still at the bottom, and the conversation was still stuck on the last message she sent him three days ago.
[Would you like me to return the gifts I gave you? They're all in good condition and can be given away as gifts.]
For three whole days, Li Ming didn't reply.
So who is indifferent?
She just didn't understand.
How can someone like her be cold when she even thinks about returning the gift to the other person after breaking up?
Besides, didn’t her last WeChat message also imply that she wanted him to go out with her?
Isn't this redemption?
Is this still indifferent?
Zhang Moyan stared at the screen with her eyelashes drooping. Applause erupted as another item was snapped up. She quickly returned to her work and began taking notes.
Next, porcelains from Longquan Kiln and Yaozhou Kiln appeared one after another. The items being auctioned became more and more exquisite, and the transaction prices were getting higher and higher.
After an hour of vigorous activities, it was finally the turn of the highlight that everyone had been looking forward to - the secret color porcelain lotus washbasin!
The venue quickly became noisy, with the noise as bustling as that of a vegetable market. This noise suddenly died down after the lotus was delivered to the bulletproof glass cabinet in the center of the stage.
Not long after, the sound of ancient zither music, like the gurgling of flowing water, slowly resounded in the quiet venue. A close-up of the secret-color porcelain brush washer began to play on the big screen, and the auctioneer's emotional voice also sounded in a low and appropriate voice:
"The term 'secret color' first appeared in the poem 'Secret Color Yue Ware' by the late Tang poet Lu Guimeng. The jade-like glaze and the tightly integrated glaze layer and body make secret color porcelain a celadon variety that surpasses all the other famous Tang Dynasty kilns."
"This Tang Dynasty secret color porcelain lotus washbasin measures 21cm in diameter and 6cm in height. Its rim is shaped like a flower mouth, and its base is perfectly round. Its texture is as smooth as jade, and its lines are elegant and beautiful. It has endured a difficult fate, drifting overseas for decades before finally returning to its homeland. Despite this upheaval, it has remained immaculate. Now, it lies before us, as if traveling through millennia to narrate the charm and splendor of the Tang Dynasty..."
The auctioneer gave a vivid and moving explanation, which moved the guests.
As soon as the auction started, multiple buyers raised their bids at the same time, and the competition was more intense than for any previous piece of porcelain.
"165 million!"
"170 million!"
"175 million!"
Different from the "258" bidding mode adopted by the previous auction items, this lotus brush washer adopts the extremely rare "5050" mode, that is, the default price increase is 5 million each time the paddle is raised.
The rules are so strict and the prices are so high, but every number reported is surpassed by a larger number within seconds.
The auctioneer excitedly called out the numbers on the stage, while bidders competed with each other in the audience. The crowd gasped in surprise as the numbers rose and fell, the sheer weight of the secret color porcelain and the ability of the wealthy to pay for it both astonishing and heart-wrenching.
When the price reached 200 million, the bidding pace slowed down and bidders withdrew from the competition one after another. When the price reached 240 million, there were only a few people left in the venue.
"240 million for the first time, any more?"
The whole audience was silent.
The auctioneer confirmed again: "240 million for the second time!"
A silent wait.
Jin Xueyang murmured, "Is this the end of the secret color porcelain?"
Zhang Moyan was also inexplicably anxious. Although she knew it wouldn't go viral, for a piece of news, breaking the record was always more interesting than not breaking it at all.
"245 million!!! Number 8047 bid 245 million!" Suddenly someone raised the card again.
The auctioneer was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent: "245 million! This price is already approaching the current record for ancient porcelain, which is 247 million! Now, can we continue to break through? Is there a higher bid than 245 million?"
Stimulate.
How much is 245 million?
The auctioneer is beating the drum of war here, thinking that the money an ordinary person can’t earn in eight lifetimes is not enough.
"245 million for the first time!"
The auctioneer paused deliberately, the feeling of being on the verge of a final victory riling everyone's nerves. For a moment, anticipation and pessimism each filled the silent air.
The meeting hall was silent for a while.
Suddenly, "250 million!!!"
The auctioneer's voice exploded, and a thunderous cry passed through the audience.
"This is a new record!" The auctioneer, who had been working non-stop for four hours, was in tears.
He seemed to have accomplished something daunting, and could hardly contain his emotion: "Everyone, this is a new record for ancient porcelain. This is a miracle brought to us by secret color porcelain! We are so lucky to witness this moment with our own eyes."
Everyone was moved by the auctioneer's emotional voice and applauded in congratulations. No one noticed that at this moment, the gilded door at the back of the venue opened and closed, and a tall figure strode in.
"250 million for the first time!"
"250 million for the second time!"
The auctioneer's face flushed with excitement. After calling out the price for the second time, he quickly scanned the room and raised his hammer high: "Congratulations..."
"etc!"
At the moment the gavel was about to fall, a clear male voice rose from the back of the venue.
The auctioneer's hand holding the hammer stopped in mid-air, and the noisy and boiling atmosphere in the venue was immediately suppressed, and all the enthusiasm suddenly receded like the tide.
Although this sound was intended to stop the fall of the hammer, upon closer reflection, it was actually not hurried.
Hundreds of people were on the verge of climaxing, who had the guts to stop everything?!
Everyone on and off the stage looked back.
At the very back of the venue, there stood a tall and thin man, dressed in black, with his shirt tucked into his narrow waistline. He was young and majestic, like a god descending from the sky.
Zhang Moyan's position was facing the back aisle, and from her angle she could see the person coming very clearly.
The man was about 28 or 29 years old, with a model face, a slightly open collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the car keys, and two long legs that seemed to stretch, looking like a real life figurine.
He was standing in a high position, and this angle of looking down made him look subtly dangerous.
"WOC!" Jin Xueyang's exclamation reached Zhang Moyan's ears. "Moyan, I want to take back what I just said!"
"What?"
"In less than three years, the top 1 most handsome face in Asia in my heart needs to be replaced now!!!"
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