An antique dressing box.
Because it has been well preserved, every line on the golden nanmu box looks particularly beautiful.
As soon as the box was brought up, a faint scent of nanmu filled the air.
The starting price was 2 million. After some bidding, 6.8 million was finally taken away by a buyer in the front row.
Amidst the congratulations, the second item was brought up.
A floor clock said to be from the Qing Dynasty.
The wooden frame of the floor clock was no longer shiny, but the pendulum still swung left and right on time.
Even the hands on the dial seem to be soaked in traces of time.
It looks very old at first glance. "I don't need to introduce this thing, right?"
The young ghost leaned against the auction table like a boneless person, raised his chin and said, "The starting price is 1 million, 200,000 per bid, and the bidding begins!"
"1.2 million."
“One and a half million.”
…
Without some experience, you can't tell whether this thing is real or fake.
Some people tentatively raised their signs to increase the price, but more people were just waiting and watching.
Jiang Yanchi poked Ye Wan, "Sister Wan, is this true?"
"Of course it's true."
Ye Wan laughed and said, "Bringing fake things here is just destroying your reputation."
Why didn't anyone bid? This sentence was on his mind. Before Jiang Yanchi could ask, he saw Ye Wan had already raised his card, "5 million!"
???
!!!
The starting price of the floor clock was 1 million, and the price was increased by only 200,000 each time.
Where did this sucker come from, offering 5 million directly? Was he determined to get this thing, or was he hired by Qingque? Questioning and inquiring eyes pierced him from all directions.
Jiang Yanchi felt like sitting on pins and needles.
When she looked back, she saw Ye Wan's expression was calm, as if she had just raised a card.
It's becoming increasingly difficult to tell the depth of the matter.
"5 million once!"
"Five million twice!"
"Five million..."
In the first row of the hall, a middle-aged man who had been quiet and non-existent since he entered the door held up a sign.
"Six and a half million."
"Seven million."
…
A new round of competition began, and when the price exceeded 10 million, no one raised the price anymore.
"Sister Wan..."
Jiang Yanchi stretched his neck to look at it carefully, and asked without turning his head: "Do you think this clock is worth 10 million?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Wan raised the sign again, "15 million."
???
The whole audience turned around again, and everyone looked at Ye Wan and Jiang Yanchi indignantly, and then turned to look at the bodyguards at the door.
The meaning in his eyes is obvious: Why don’t you get rid of these two idiots who are driving up the price?
However, the bodyguard remained motionless.
Even Gui Shao, who was accused of maintaining market order, looked calm and had no intention of intervening.
Sure enough, the people in the hall started to go crazy again.
"16 million!"
"18 million!"
…
If he felt a little uncomfortable when everyone looked at him sideways last time, now Jiang Yanchi no longer cared.
Jiang Yanchi felt that following Sister Wan was like opening the door to a new world every time.
Did your sister do anything? No.
She just raised a card casually according to the rules of the auction.
Why did these people start bidding like crazy as if they had received some signal?
Hey, the starting price of that floor clock is 1 million!
Now he is rushing straight towards the 20 million. What is he trying to do?
In the private room on the second floor, Guibo was smiling calmly.
He knew that she would not sit idly by and let her baby be abused! (End of this chapter)