"Two billion." Just as Wang Han and Ran Ning finished their conversation, the fierce competition in the auction suddenly slowed down, stopping at the price of two billion. Clearly, their conversation had been leaked to others, and even those who received the news, unsure of its veracity, hesitated.
"Two billion, any higher bids?" the auctioneer asked repeatedly, sweat pouring down his forehead. If the Marquis of Dingshan's relics sold for two billion, his boss would kill him.
"The price of Zhao Wang Li Yuanba's Golden Hammer for 2 billion is already very high, let's move on to the next item," Ran Ning shouted to the auctioneer. Even the person who won the bid regretted it.
"This..." The auctioneer had no choice but to bring down the gavel.
"Next up, a painting and calligraphy by the Marquis of Dingshan," the auctioneer said, lifting the red cloth and pointing to a painting and calligraphy piece inside.
"Do you think this calligraphy and painting is real or fake?" Ran Ning asked Wang Han with a smile. This calligraphy and painting was the one he sent to the auction; it was a forgery by an ancient person.
“It’s absolutely fake,” Wang Han said without hesitation, stating that he had never written or painted anything.
"Why?" Ran Ning asked.
“I’ve never painted or drawn anything,” Wang Han said.
Ran Ning nodded. Although the records of his ancestors showed that Marquis Dingshan was indeed very talented in literature, if Marquis Dingshan had painted or written calligraphy, his ancestor, as a disciple and a powerful figure in the Investiture of the Gods, would surely have left behind at least one or two scrolls of calligraphy or painting, and there was no record of it in the family history.
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"What exactly is Ran Ning planning to do? Why hasn't he made a single bid yet? Wasn't he always the most proactive one before?" In the VIP area, the old man from the Tang family looked at Ran Ning, who was talking to Wang Han in the corner, and was really puzzled.
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The remaining three items greatly disappointed Wang Han; they were all fake.
Ran Ning was amused to see that Wang Han could tell the difference between real and fake items at a glance, even before opening them, and could even give a reason. He had brought out the four additional items for the auction, intending to test whether Wang Han was truly from that era.
“Anna, let’s go. These things are all fake,” Wang Han said, standing up.
“Okay.” Anna quickly got up and followed. Ran Ning also got up and followed Wang Han out of the auction house.
Besides Ran Ning, several other people also gave up the auction and followed her out.
Clearly, these people were people who had obtained information that Wang Han was from that era.
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