There were already sounds of discussion at the scene, and some people were looking at the pattern on the white curtain with frowns in thought.
Someone else tried to raise the price: "Fifteen thousand."
Du Ruo said hard: "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 decided to wait and see and not make any more moves.
Mr. Sato's voice sounded slowly again: "Two hundred and ten thousand." He didn't know why, but he just disliked this woman and always wanted to cause trouble for her.
Du Ruo argued with him: "Two hundred and twenty thousand."
The two of them played a game, each adding 10,000, slowly increasing the amount. After a while, it reached 350,000, and everyone was secretly amazed.
The bronze knife with Kuilong pattern from the Shang Dynasty was only 320,000 yuan, and this plum vase from the 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 the late Qing Dynasty.
Some people expressed doubts, wondering if the era was wrong. But no matter which era it was, thirty-five was 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 made things difficult.
She couldn't let go, but this stalemate wouldn't end, would it?
If she didn't know so much about this thing, she could have just bid up the price higher and then suddenly withdraw and throw the thing to Sato.
But Du Ruo knew very well that if she gave this collection to someone else, it would not just be a gift of real money. 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 glanced at Du Ruo in surprise, then said, "Ms. Du is our VIP guest and has priority. Please place your reserve price first, and then Ms. Du will decide."
Du Ruo was also surprised. This 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?
However, since there was a solution to the problem, Du Ruo breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Sato glanced in the direction of Du Ruo. He actually had no grudge against this woman, but for some reason, when he looked at this woman, it was as if she had dug up his family's ancestral grave in the previous life. He just didn't want to see her have an easy life.
Intellectually, Sato knew that he should stop. This late Qing Dynasty product was not worth so much money. What if it was a scam?
Mr. Sato spread his hands, indicating that he would no longer participate in the auction.
In the end, Du Ruo successfully won the Yuan Dynasty blue-glazed plum vase. She had no intention of participating in the subsequent bidding. She kept wondering, could it be because of Ling Yun? After all, the invitation she received was from Ling Yun, and the Ling family used to be in the antique business. What connection could there be?
After the auction, Du Ruo signed the transaction confirmation while casually asking, "When did I become a VIP guest of your auction house? I didn't even know it."
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 our VIP guest."
Du Ruo's pen trembled as she was signing. She was stunned for a moment. Yuan Tingchuan's personal property? No wonder...
Did she run into someone else's nest?
The staff's voice rang out 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 was small but complete and the layout was very delicate and meticulous, and it smelled of money.
Yuan Tingchuan's business? This boss was really quick to act.
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 using Ling Yun's invitation, and Yuan Tingchuan knew about it in just a short time. This is very strange, as if he had installed a tracking device 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 and bought a snuff bottle and a paperweight, then continued walking forward with them.
A sister-in-law in front of me said, "I just want a yellow cassock to cover myself. Look at what this tattered cassock has become. You still 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 buy it."
The elder sister-in-law looked unconvinced. "What master used it? It's probably something used to cover the altar in a temple. Don't try to fool me. You call it an antique? Then what dynasty did you say it was from?"
Stall owner…………
He really didn't know that 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 to wrap something next time, but now someone is buying it, it’s like picking up money, but it’s a common problem among buyers and sellers, they always want to raise the price higher.
When someone asked what dynasty this was from, the stall owner blurted out, "It's from the Qing Dynasty."
The sister-in-law looked disdainful: "It's only been a few decades since Xuantong abdicated, and this is considered an antique?"
The stall owner was not happy: "Where are the Twelve Emperors of the Qing Dynasty? How do you know it's Xuantong?"
"It's not from Xuantong? Could it be from Emperor Qianlong? Don't make me laugh, brother. How could Emperor Qianlong, who is so rich, want this thing when it's so tattered? Only their family's shop is almost bankrupt, so they can have this thing?"
This, this makes some sense. The stall owner was amused by what he said: "Okay, sister-in-law, just take it..."
The voice was suddenly interrupted by someone: "There are words on this rag? The writing is pretty good. My old man likes this thing. I bought it for a hundred yuan."
This is against the rules. The rules of the industry are that you cannot interfere when others are negotiating.
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 of you wants it?"
The eldest sister-in-law exchanged a glance with Du Ruo, then stood up and walked away, muttering, "A hundred-dollar item and you're still looking for someone to help you? Do you really think I'm a fool? Can I buy you a few feet of new stuff with that money?"
A shill? Du Ruo and the stall owner exchanged glances and both laughed.
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