Ning Jiayan looked casually at Yan Ning who was sitting on the sofa opposite.
The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems, but I just can't remember where I've seen it before.
Ning Jiayan stood up and walked to the sofa next to Yan Ning and sat down, looking calm and composed.
"Miss Yan, are you from Hong Kong? Logically, I should have seen a girl as beautiful as you before."
It's not that he is frivolous, but because of his work, he has indeed seen photos of all the good-looking girls in Hong Kong.
The female stars under the name of Ning Heng Film and Television Company were all discovered by his company's people from various places in Hong Kong.
Yan Ning's expression was cold and his tone was indifferent, "I'm from the mainland, and this is my first time in Hong Kong."
Sure enough, men wearing gold-rimmed glasses are all scoundrels.
Ning Jiayan felt even more puzzled. He had never been to the mainland, and the other party had never been to Hong Kong. This was the first time they met each other.
Then why do I feel that her face is so familiar? I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.
If he can't figure it out, he won't think about it anymore. He is not a persistent person.
"I'm sorry to bother Miss Yan."
Ning Jiayan nodded and smiled, then stood up and returned to his previous seat.
The few people who were gathered around the table to watch the painting of the Heavenly King Delivering a Child finally finished looking at the painting and sat back down on the sofa.
Mr. Su and Mr. Qiu also used magnifying glasses to look back and forth at every detail on the painting.
Mr. Su straightened up and said excitedly, "I think there's nothing wrong with it. This painting of the Heavenly King Delivering a Child is indeed an authentic work by Wu Daozi."
Then he asked Mr. Qiu, "Mr. Qiu, what do you think?"
Mr. Qiu nodded. "I think it's fine too."
The appraisal masters of the antique appraisal center have all confirmed that it is an authentic work.
The three parties present all looked at the painting with a look of determination.
The Zheng family's Patriarch, who had been silent since he sat down, asked, "How much does Miss Yan want for this painting?"
Yan Ning smiled slightly and looked at Mr. Su. "Mr. Su is a master of the Antique Appraisal Club. How much do you think this painting is worth?"
Mr. Su didn't expect Yan Ning to ask him this. He evaluated it in his mind before slowly speaking:
"This painting by Wu Daozi, Heavenly King Delivering a Child, is a unique piece. If it were sold at an antique auction house, it could fetch over 20 million yuan."
Patriarch Zheng turned his head and looked at Mr. Su.
Who asked you the auction price?
Why don’t you just tell me the market price? Why do you have to tell me the auction price?
If he and Mr. Su had not been friends for many years, and Mr. Su was not a master in the antique appraisal club.
Otherwise, he would have suspected that Mr. Su was a hire hired by Peng Shiqing and others.
Yan Ning's lips curled up slightly. This price was about the same as what he expected.
It’s not a big difference, just five million more.
Patriarch Zheng continued, "Mr. Su said the highest price it could fetch would be over 20 million. What's the lowest starting price?"
Mr. Su glanced at him sideways and told him the truth: "About twelve million."
"Then I'll pay 13 million." The head of the Zheng family said immediately.
Yan Ning smiled but said nothing.
Mr. Mu couldn't wait any longer. Now that there was a clear price, he had no intention of bidding with these people.
He said with full energy: "Little girl, I'll give you 20 million, I want this painting."
The head of the Zheng family was dumbfounded. He forgot that there was a wealthy and powerful boss sitting here.
Ning Jiayan sat on the sofa with a calm expression. This situation was obviously within his expectations.
Seeing that the other two were silent, Yan Ning understood that they had given up competing for the painting.
She looked at Mr. Mu and smiled, "Then congratulations to Mr. Mu for obtaining this painting of the Heavenly King Delivering a Child."
Mu Lao stood up happily and told Mr. Mu, the tool man beside him who was working as an ATM, "You go to the bank with this girl to transfer the money later."
The elegant and easy-going President Mu nodded to Yan Ning.
Yan Ning put on gloves and rolled up the painting, tied it with a strap, put it into a cloth bag, and then put the painting into a box.
Pay the money and get the goods.
I'll go to the bank to transfer the money and then give the painting to Mr. Mu.
Ning Jiayan looked at Yan Ning and said, "Miss Yan, I want this Tang Sancai horse. Name your price!"
This horse can't be more expensive than that painting.
He expects no more than seven figures.
If I failed to snatch that exquisite painting or calligraphy, the same thing will happen if I buy this rare terracotta horse.
The head of the Zheng family also looked at Yan Ning. It was obvious that his thoughts were the same as Ning Jiayan's.
Yan Ning looked at Mr. Su again, and before she could say anything, Mr. Su understood what she meant.
Mr. Su slowly said, "This Tang Dynasty three-colored terracotta horse can be auctioned for a maximum of around three million, and the starting price is around one million."
Alas! He didn't know who he was asked to help today.
"I'll pay three million. I want this tri-color horse."
The head of the Zheng family spoke without hesitation and no longer started from the starting price like before.
Ning Jiayan also said: "I'll pay 3.5 million."
Patriarch Zheng's eyes widened as he continued to raise the price, "I'll offer four million."
Yan Ning's smile grew wider. This is the correct way to auction antiques!
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