Xia Su glanced at Xia Mang and asked, "Do you think Dad has a hobby of carrying things related to the dead?"
“Uh…?!”
"If these so-called antiques are not family heirlooms, don't carry them around with you. Their provenance is unknown and they might be burial objects."
Xia Mang really hadn't thought about this, she only knew that these things were very expensive!
“So what do these people buy?”
"It's appreciated! And a family always has to have some things passed down, right? Anyway, no one carries it with them."
Xia Mang was speechless! Spending so much money just for this?
"If Yaoyao likes these things, she can buy them. They are not expensive anyway!" President Xia said that as long as his daughter wants them, money is not a problem.
Xia Mang was silent. She saw that it looked quite expensive. "Dad, I'm not really interested in these things. I can't carry them with me. I just put them in the safe after buying them. It's boring."
"You're right. Putting money in a safe is the same as not having it. So Yaoyao, don't save money if you don't have to. If you put money in the bank, it's just like putting these things in a safe. It's the same as not having it. Money is only considered money when it is spent!"
Xia Mang: ...
"Next, we're going to film the work of a famous ancient figure, Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties!"
"Han Yu, courtesy name Tuizhi, was an outstanding Tang Dynasty writer and politician, and one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song. He became a Jinshi in the eighth year of the Zhenyuan reign, served twice as a Jiedu Tuiguan, and eventually became a Supervisory Censor. He was demoted for his criticism of political matters, and held various posts, including Wailang (official director) of the capital. In the second year of the Yuanhe reign, he participated in suppressing the Huaixi Rebellion, and was later demoted to Chaozhou for advising against the reception of the Buddha's bones. He died of illness in the fourth year of the Changqing reign, at the age of 57. His representative work is "Spring Snow," which is the original painting we are photographing today!"
Xia Mang looked down curiously, after all, it was something from thousands of years ago.
"Yaoyao, do you like this?"
"I'm just curious if it's real! How did it survive for thousands of years?"
"I don't know if it's real or not, but the point is that the experts say it's authentic. Plus, with the title of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, this painting must be worth a lot. If Yaoyao likes it, you can buy it and hang it up. However, our home's decor doesn't seem to suit it. If you want to hang it up, we can buy an undecorated villa and decorate it in a Chinese style!"
"hehe!"
Xia Mang was once again attacked by a rich man. Buying a villa for a painting?
"...The reserve price is 13.58 million, and each bid increase must not be less than 100,000!"
"Fourteen million!"
"Sixteen million!"
"Seventeen million!"
…
Xia Mang felt that in this auction house, money was not money. Thinking back to her previous life, she never dared to imagine herself having millions, but now...
Xia Mang was immersed in his own thoughts, feeling that as long as he could avoid the male and female protagonists in this life, he would be the winner. Suddenly, Xia's father raised the price, "Twenty million!"
"Dad likes it?"
"You don't like it, you're just curious about what it looks like. If we buy it, you'll know what it looks like!"
Xia Mang: ...
Is she going to buy it just because she is curious? She is curious about many things!
"Dad, I'm just curious, but you really don't have to buy it! Dad, I'm curious about what Mars looks like. Why can't you buy Mars?"
My dad is too rich, what should I do? Waiting online, it's urgent!
Who knew that Xia Su really thought about it seriously, and finally said to Xia Mang with some embarrassment, "Yaoyao, it seems that this Mars is not for sale!"
Ga g g g…
"Dad, let's just go to the auction! Don't even think about buying anything, okay?"
"Twenty-one million!"
Xia Mang stood up in surprise. What surprised her was not the price of 21 million, but the person who shouted 21 million!
If she was not mistaken, the person who shouted out 21 million was the heroine's younger brother. This was strange. The heroine's family was not well off. How could her brother shout out such a price?
VIP Room No. 3...
Jin Yue pinched her brother fiercely, "Jin Bi, are you sick? You asked me to buy it yourself? Can you afford it?"
Jin Bi smiled nonchalantly, "I can't afford it, but I still have my brother-in-law!"
Jin Yue looked at Zhang Shao sitting next to her and smiled awkwardly, then pulled Jin Bi out of the VIP room. "Who is your brother-in-law? Don't talk nonsense. And why did you insist on buying that piece of paper?"
"Hmph! Don't think I don't know what your relationship is with him. If you don't buy it for me, I'll tell Mom that you have a lot of money and are dating someone else! I'll buy it back and show those who say we're poor that your house is not worth as much as my paintings!"
Jin Yue panicked when she heard Jin Bi say he was going to tell his mother. Her mother had always hoped that she could get into a university safely, focus on her studies in high school, and not be allowed to have a romantic relationship. If her mother knew about this, she would definitely be beaten.
"Jin Bi, that piece of paper is so expensive, Young Master Zhang may not buy it for us! What should we do if he doesn't buy it when the time comes?"
"Hmph! I don't care, you go figure it out!"
Jin Yue wanted to strangle her brother to death. Where would she get tens of millions of dollars? But she couldn't tell her mother about this. "If you want to buy it, buy it! Just bid a high price!"
"Okay, thanks sis, I knew you were the best!"
VIP Room No. 1...
"It seems like it was Uncle Xia who just made the offer! Could it be that Yaoyao also likes this painting?"
Ye Hao felt that the time had come for him to please his sister!
He gritted his teeth and quoted a price, "Twenty-two million!"
Although the Ye family was not short of money, he was short of money! The Ye family had always advocated raising their sons in poverty, so Ye Hao did not have much money in his hands except for his daily expenses.
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