Jiang Mingxin lowered her voice and whispered to Xing Haodong, but deliberately kept a distance, and was far from as natural and intimate as before.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Xing Haodong has a low pressure all over his body, as if he is angry.
His whole body was stiff and he felt cold inside and out.
Just because you didn't let him wipe his hands?
How stingy.
The second round of auction began soon, with the same eight lots dating back to the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Among them were several porcelains in good condition, all of which were bought by foreigners.
Many mainland businessmen also wanted to bid, but they lacked financial resources and could not compete.
Jiang Mingxin silently engraved the styles, sizes and patterns of these cultural relics in his mind.
Xing Haodong was also busy. He wrote down the appearance, gender and age of these people and planned to send someone to follow them and trace the whereabouts of the cultural relics as soon as the auction was over.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time, but they were doing the same thing in tacit understanding.
More than an hour later, the highlight of the auction finally arrived. Three Ming Dynasty Chenghua Imperial Kilns were brought onto the exhibition stand, causing a sensation in the audience and all the guests present exclaimed in amazement.
Jiang Mingxin quietly clenched his fists.
Xing Haodong's face turned pale and he looked around with cold eyes.
There is no need for anyone to elaborate on the value of the Chenghua Imperial Kiln. If it falls into the hands of foreigners and is successfully smuggled out of the country, it will not only be a major blow to China's cultural relics community, but also a great shame for China's anti-smuggling department!
But they cannot act rashly now. If they want to catch the tomb-robbing gang behind Zhou Kui in one fell swoop, they must play the long game and catch the big fish. They must first infiltrate the enemy and then slowly lower and close the net.
"Get ready to bid. That rectangular blue-and-white flowerpot with a pine, bamboo, and plum blossom pattern is unique in shape, and very few examples remain. It's time to buy it. But I'm not sure if we have the funds."
Jiang Mingxin was a little worried. Even if this was a secret mission, the funding would not be too much.
"Don't worry, I brought a full 20,000 yuan." Xing Haodong still had a strong back.
Jiang Mingxin didn't say anything, this amount of money was definitely not enough.
As expected, after continuous bidding, the price of this Ming Chenghua rectangular flowerpot soared to 30,000.
Xing Haodong frowned, but still didn't give up.
Seeing cold sweat on his forehead, Jiang Mingxin asked softly, "What if the money is not enough? Even if we win the bid, Zhou Jing won't let us go."
Xing Haodong curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I've brought all the allowances I've saved over the years, plus the retirement allowances for Jiang Bin and me, so I'm sure it will be enough."
Jiang Mingxin couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
I hope Comrade Jiang Bin won’t cry.
In the end, only one Japanese businessman was still holding on to his offer. Xing Haodong directly raised the price by 5,000, finally forcing him to give up.
"Forty-five thousand once, forty-five thousand twice, forty-five thousand three times! Congratulations to Mr. Huang from Hong Kong for winning this flower pot!"
The masked man announced that Xing Haodong and Jiang Mingxin had won the bid and applauded them excitedly.
Xing Haodong nodded politely to everyone, but his palms were actually full of sweat.
This is 45,000 yuan, which is enough to buy a house in Beijing. If Jiang Bin knew about this, he might faint from anger.
"Mr. Huang, Mrs. Huang, please follow me over here and settle the payment. Then you can take this Chenghua blue and white rectangular flowerpot away." The masked man said to them.
The two followed him to the accounting office, and at first glance, they saw the table was full of neatly stacked cash.
Jiang Mingxin roughly estimated that there were at least 300,000.
Xing Haodong opened the briefcase he was carrying and pulled out a stack of money. "Count it."
The masked man immediately took the money with both hands and used a money detector with the accountant to determine whether it was genuine.
Xing Haodong took the opportunity to lean over to Jiang Mingxin's ear and whispered, "What should we do? Jiang Bin and I have invested all our wealth in this. Let alone staying in a guesthouse, we can't even afford to eat."
Jiang Mingxin was suddenly stunned.
Seeing that she remained silent, Xing Haodong moved closer, his voice bewitching with a hint of alcohol: "How about... you support me."
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