Chapter 90: Childcare

There were already voices of discussion at the scene, and some people were looking at the pattern on the white screen with frowns in thought.

Someone else tried to raise the price: "150,000."

Du Ruo said grimly: "Two hundred thousand."

The discussion at the scene became louder. This price far exceeded the value of the late Qing Dynasty collection. Those who followed the trend planned to wait and see and not make any more bids.

Mr. Sato's voice sounded slowly again: "Two hundred and ten thousand." He didn't know why, he just didn't like this woman and always wanted to cause trouble for her.

Du Ruo argued with him: "Two hundred and twenty thousand."

The two of them added 10,000 each as if they were playing a game, and they slowly increased the amount. After a while, it reached 350,000, and everyone was secretly amazed.

The bronze knife with Kuilong pattern from Shang Dynasty was only 320,000 yuan, while this plum vase from late Qing Dynasty has been increased to 350,000 yuan. No matter what the background of this collection is, it is not worth it, after all, it is just a work from late Qing Dynasty.

Some people also expressed doubts, saying that the era was wrong. But no matter which era it was, thirty-five is not a rare find.

Du Ruo and Mr. Sato were in a stalemate, and she was unsure. She now realized that this guy didn't really want this collection, he just wanted to cause trouble for her, which was a difficult thing to deal with.

She couldn't let go, but there was no end to the stalemate.

If she didn't know so much about the item, she could have just bargained for a higher price, then suddenly backed out and threw the item to Sato.

But Du Ruo knew very well that if she gave this collection to someone else, it would be more than just a gift of real gold and silver. This was a national treasure. Since she knew the details, she could not let it fall into the hands of this antique dealer from Country R.

Just as Du Ruo was about to raise the price again, a staff member suddenly walked onto the stage and whispered something into the auctioneer's ear.

The auctioneer looked at Du Ruo in surprise, and then said, "Ms. Du is a distinguished guest of our auction house and has priority. Please make your reserve price first, and then Ms. Du will decide."

Du Ruo was also surprised. It was her first time coming to this auction house, and even her first time in H City in her life. How could she be their VIP guest?

However, since there is a solution to the problem, Du Ruo also breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Sato glanced in the direction of Du Ruo. He actually had no grudge against this woman. He just didn't know why, when he looked at this woman, it was as if she had dug up his ancestral grave in his previous life. He just didn't want to see her have an easy life.

Intellectually, Sato knew that he should stop. This finished product from the late Qing Dynasty was not worth so much money. What if it was a scam?

Mr. Sato waved his hands, indicating that he would no longer participate in the auction.

In the end, this Yuan Dynasty blue-glazed plum vase was successfully won by Du Ruo. She had no intention of participating in the following auctions. She kept thinking in her heart, could it be because of Ling Yun? After all, the invitation she took was given by Ling Yun, and the Ling family used to be in the antique business. What connection could there be?

After the auction ended, Du Ruo signed the transaction confirmation while casually asking, "When did I become a VIP of your auction house? I didn't even know it myself."

Unexpectedly, the auctioneer smiled and said, "Our auction house is the private property of Mr. Yuan Tingchuan. We just received a call from Mr. Yuan. Ms. Du is indeed a VIP guest of our auction house."

Du Ruo's pen trembled as she was signing. She was stunned for a moment. Yuan Tingchuan's private business? No wonder...

Did she run into someone else's lair?

The staff's voice rang in my ears again: "Shall we deliver this collection to your hotel this afternoon?"

Du Ruo nodded, this was perfect.

After the transaction was completed, Du Ruo signed a cash check and walked out along the path in the garden. Although the garden was not big, it had everything it needed and was decorated very delicately and meticulously, with the smell of money all over it.

Yuan Tingchuan's business? This boss is very quick.

After leaving the auction house, Du Ruo put the VIP card handed to her by the staff into her pocket and walked towards the Antique Street.

I kept thinking on the way. Yuan Tingchuan must be too well-informed. I went to the auction house with Lingyun's invitation. Yuan Tingchuan knew about it in such a short time. This is very strange. It's like he had installed a tracking system on me...

Du Ruo turned around and looked behind him, but saw nothing unusual. He thought to himself, maybe he was overthinking it.

Arriving at the antique street, Du Ruo strolled around slowly, bought a snuff bottle and a piece of paper weight, and continued walking forward while holding them.

A sister-in-law in front of me said, "I just want a yellow monk's robe to cover something. Look at what this tattered monk's robe has become. Why do you want a hundred yuan?"

The stall owner said, "Sister-in-law, this is an antique. It was used by a master in the temple. Look, there are scriptures on it. The master chanted to it all day long. It will bless you no matter what you sell when you go back home."

The sister-in-law looked unconvinced: "What master used it? It's probably something used to cover the altar in a temple. Don't fool me. It's an antique. Then what dynasty did you say it was from?"

Stall owner…………

He really didn't know this. This thing was just used by the seller as a bag to wrap things. He just kept it after receiving the goods and didn't take it seriously.

I originally planned to use it next time I wrap something. Now that someone wants to buy it, it's almost like buying money. However, it's a common problem among buyers and sellers that they always want to raise the price a little higher.

When someone asked what dynasty this was from, the stall owner said nonsense: "It's from the Qing Dynasty."

The sister-in-law looked disdainful and said, "It's only been a few decades since Xuantong abdicated. How can this be considered an antique?"

The stall owner was unwilling: "Where are the Twelve Emperors of the Qing Dynasty? How do you know it's Xuantong?"

"It's not from Xuantong? Or it could be from Emperor Qianlong? Don't make me laugh, brother. How could Emperor Qianlong, who is so rich, want this thing when it is so broken? Only his family, which is almost a yellow shop, can afford this thing?"

This, this makes some sense. The stall owner was amused: "Okay, sister-in-law, just take it..."

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by someone: "There are words on this rag? The writing is pretty good? My grandfather likes this thing, I bought it for a hundred yuan."

This is against the rules, the rules of the industry, when others are bargaining, you cannot disrupt the situation.

The stall owner took a look at the two women in front of the stall and didn't look like experts, so he gave up.

He asked, "One hundred yuan, which one of you wants it?"

The eldest sister-in-law looked at Du Ruo, stood up and left, still muttering: "You're looking for someone to help you with something worth a hundred yuan. Do you really think I'm a fool? If you have the money, can I buy a few feet of new ones?"

A stooge? Du Ruo and the stall owner looked at each other and both smiled.