Xia Yu got his license plate - A22, a very random number, and then led his parents to find a corner to sit down.
This is how auctions are in real life. Unlike novels where there are VIP boxes or something, everyone can see which piece of collection was bought by whom. If you don't want to reveal your identity, you can find an agent to help you bid, just like yesterday when he asked Feng Manxue to help him participate in the famous wine special.
We had quite a few wins, including the 1993 Henri Jaï Barantour, the 1997 Emmanuel Rouge Barantour produced by his nephew's winery, and the 2004 Screaming Eagle Winery.
These were cheap staple wines, just used to fill the wine cellar. The most expensive one was a case of 1988 Romanee-Conti, 12 bottles of which were sold for US$350,000.
Feng Manxue told Xia Yu that her heart was pounding when she called out the price and she was extremely nervous.
How could she not be nervous? One bottle costs nearly 30,000 dollars. It would take her half a year working two jobs to earn that much.
In fact, most people can't even earn a bottle of wine a year even if they work 996 hours a day. The 80/20 rule in society is cruel, and the luxurious life of the rich is even more enviable.
This famous wine auction was mainly for red wine. In the September autumn auction in Shanghai, Christie's held a special topic of "Chishui Fine Wine - Guizhou Maotai Liquor". I heard that a total of more than 25 million were sold.
The most expensive item was a box of 1980 Feitian Moutai, with 12 bottles sold for a high price of 660,000 yuan.
Doesn’t seem too high?
The average price is less than US$10,000 per bottle, but it is already three times the valuation.
Xia Yu doesn't like drinking Moutai, so he doesn't know much about the market, but the Moutai shares he bought will definitely rise, so that he can use the money to buy other liquors.
If I don't smoke, I can only earn enough money to drink, which is definitely not enough to buy cups and plates for this event.
As the auction approached, more and more people came to the scene, including many Western faces.
In the past, many of China's treasures were snatched away by the West, but things are different now. If you want them, you can get them. The real deal will be at the auction. Whoever has more money is the boss.
"Dad, take a look at this booklet too. If you find anything you like, just tell me and I'll take a picture of it."
Xia Yu said as he handed the booklet in his hand to Old Xia.
Lin Shuqin doesn't like antiques, but Lao Xia is different. He used to like to watch programs like "Appraising Treasures", "Collections Around the World" and "National Treasure" while gnawing on pig's trotters.
I definitely have some knowledge about it, but unfortunately there are no other antiques at home except two Yuan Datou coins, so I can only satisfy my visual curiosity.
This time Xia Yu came here with the intention of enriching his family's collection. If he found something suitable, he could take a picture of it and let Old Xia take it home to play with and appreciate, and also to save some money for the family.
"They're all so expensive. The cheapest ones are hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars!"
"I only buy it because it's expensive. If it wasn't expensive, I wouldn't buy it. Besides, hundreds of thousands are nothing. Millions are just small things that I can buy without thinking."
With over a billion in his pocket, he speaks so arrogantly.
"Then you should buy the inkstone. I think this inkstone is quite good."
Old Xia pointed to the Duanshi Mingyue Twenty-Eight Mansions Taishi-style inkstone on the booklet and said.
This inkstone looks good. It is estimated to be from between the Song and Ming dynasties and is valued at between 40 and 60 Hong Kong dollars.
Comrade Lao Xia still wanted to save him money, but the valuation was just an valuation. There were definitely many people who liked this inkstone, and he conservatively estimated that it would cost one or two million to buy it.
Buy it. After all, we come from a family of scholars, and we can't live without an inkstone.
Xia Yu's grandfather went to a private school, so Old Xia can write with a brush. But Xia Yu is not like that. He can't even write with a hard pen. It was only after he got a calligraphy buff that he was able to make his handwriting reflect his personality.
Calligraphy, chess, painting and music are the four arts. Now that we have the inkstone representing calligraphy, a guqin would be nice too. My mother’s name contains the word “qin” in it, so she will definitely like it.
Lin Shuqin: No, I don’t like it.
Xia Yu took a fancy to an unnamed ancient guqin from the Song Dynasty. It was somewhat damaged, but it had been rebuilt by Zhu Zhiyuan, a master guqin maker from the Yuan Dynasty. After thousands of years, the sound of the guqin remained the same and was very charming.
Never mind, let's take a break and do it first without consulting anyone later. He has such a good musical talent, so his mom must be not much worse. Maybe they can even form a family band in the future!
I added the guqin to the shopping cart in my mind, and the long-awaited "Extraordinary: A Thousand Years of Song Dynasty Aesthetics" auction finally began.
The auctioneer was a middle-aged woman who came up and gave a speech before picking up a small hammer.
This was a little different from the auction hammer Xia Yu had imagined, but the size of the hammer would not affect the size of the auction. The first items to be put up were indeed those cheap collections, such as a Song Dynasty hanging scroll in ink on paper.
Old Xia said that the handwriting was good, but there was no signature, so he didn't know who wrote it, so it couldn't be sold for too high a price.
The estimated value was between one million and two million Hong Kong dollars, and the starting price was slightly lower. After two rounds of bidding, when the price reached one million, no one continued to bid.
One million deal!
It didn't fail to sell, so the opening was pretty good.
After bidding off a few worthless little items, it was finally the turn of the inkstone that Old Xia had seen, and Xia Yu decisively raised his bid.
The starting price was 300,000, and each bid increased by 50,000. Xia Yu broke the million mark in just a few bids. The competition was indeed fierce. However, the auction paid the least attention to the price-performance ratio, so it would not be surprising if the bid exceeded the estimated value by several times.
Not only was Xia Yu not surprised, he even wanted to raise the price until no one else would compete with him.
"One million, eight hundred thousand! One million, eight hundred thousand! Is there anyone else bidding higher? Congratulations to buyer A22!"
The auctioneer brought down the hammer, and Xia Yu also put down the sign, successfully acquiring his first collection.
Old Xia's forehead was sweating. Is this an auction?
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