For a moment, Feng Changqing was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground, and he looked at me sideways, full of resentment and disgust.
Old Man Bao glared at me coldly: "One hundred million is not expensive. But we can't afford it."
I said softly with a sullen face: "That year, the holders of the Ten-Yong Diagram only wanted 8 million from you, but you couldn't afford it. Later, it cost 1,800..."
Hearing this, Old Man Bao and the other masters' eyes turned green.
Ten Odes is a masterpiece by Zhang Xian of the Northern Song Dynasty. It has been hidden in the Forbidden City under my feet since the Ming Dynasty. Later, Puyi took him out of the palace to Fengtian and hid in Xiaobailou, and finally disappeared from the world.
In the mid-1990s, ten chants appeared in the world, and the holder was Puyi's guardian.
Gu Bo initially offered more than one million yuan to buy this painting, but the owner demanded eight million. At that time, Gubo had no money, the business collapsed, and Shi Yong Tu entered the market.
Not long after, Gubo spent another 18 million to take the painting back from the auction house.
"Don't tell me which pot I won't open or pick up."
Old Man Bao said coldly: "We spent 18 million to recycle the Ten Songs painting, which was a profit. Now this painting is more than 180 million."
I suppressed a smile and pursed my lips and said in a sweet voice: "Then the Qianlong Shroud is also collected!?"
"The shroud of Empress Dowager Cixi is no worse than yours."
Old Man Bao scolded me angrily: "It's okay to accept... 100 million is not high, but we don't have that much money now. Do you want to do it in installments..."
Just when Old Man Bao scolded me coldly, the door to the main room opened and another group of people walked in.
The person in charge had a very strong aura and made me feel slightly absent-minded.
Another purple giant!
The person in front of me has a very typical extremely noble appearance.
The face is like a full moon, the nose is moist, the sun bone is high, and the ears are thick!
The most eye-catching thing is this person's eyes.
Very energetic!
Even from a few meters away, I could see his sharp electric light that pierced people's hearts.
If your eyes are one inch higher and your eyebrows are higher, you will surely be prosperous and wealthy in this life.
Eyes high and eyebrows two inches high, there is no need to be tired when you are granted the title of marquis and worship the prime minister.
This man exuded the domineering aura of a feudal official.
Behind this person, Xie Youyan followed on the left, and another person I knew followed on the right.
Director Xia.
It's the Xia Wuzhu who can rise above ten thousand people just by relying on the shelter of his father Fuze's gift.
In the last round of the battle, I saw with my own eyes how high Xia Wuzhu's style was.
Now that Xia Wuzhu is following this person, it shows that this person's status is very high.
A group of people came in and went straight to the subject. When they arrived at the long appraisal table, they lowered their heads and appreciated the Dharani Sutra and quilt with their palms and eyes.
"It's really a Qianlong Dharani quilt."
"Back then, Sun Dianying dug up the Yuling Mausoleum. It was considered an unlucky thing and was thrown into the water. No one wanted it. The next afternoon, a few of Sun's daring soldiers entered the underground palace again and touched something strange from the water. Less good stuff."
"The sutra was taken out of the water and wrapped in gold, silver and jewels."
Xia Wuzhu picked up a corner of the shroud and touched it carefully: "Sun Dianying was scolded as a street rat and was to be shot. This old guy gave all kinds of good things to various important people in Aurous Hill. This matter was settled."
"Cixi's bed of Dharani scriptures was later taken back by my father and given to Gubo. Kangxi's bed was burned after it was dug out."
"The shrouds of the two emperors Xianfeng and Tongzhi were sold abroad, and later bought back by two wealthy people in Hong Kong, wrapped and buried in the loess."
These secrets that had never been known to others were revealed at this moment, giving me a new understanding of Xia Wuzhu.
"My father said back then that the Qianlong Dharani Sutra was taken away, destroyed or put in a coffin."
"I really didn't expect that she is still in this world."
When Xia Wuzhu was talking about this secret, the man in the middle looked at it silently and couldn't help nodding. Finally, he couldn't help but take action himself and asked softly.
This man's voice was very low, and even if I stood behind Old Man Bao, I could only hear a few intermittent words.
It can be seen that this person is very interested in this shroud.
"There is absolutely no water on Qianlong's body. The Dharani sutra quilt was the outermost layer. Qianlong was buried wearing a total of eleven pieces of clothing, as well as five beds with mattresses and sheets."
"The sutra quilt is spread on the outermost layer...and the pearls are poured on the edge..."
"This sutra quilt has been blessed and blessed by dozens of Rinpoches from Yonghe Lama Temple. After the sutra was made, two great Rinpoches were sent from the Snowy Region to specially bless it."
"The specifications are higher than Kangxi's."
Hearing Xia Wuzhu talk about the secrets of history like a treasure trove, I became very interested in the person who replaced Ning Cheng.
The man in the middle received a positive reply from Xia Wuzhu and nodded silently.
He turned around and cast his gaze on me: "Is this gentleman the holder of the Dharani Sutra?"
I nodded slightly.
The man looked at me and whispered softly: "Is this quilt your ancestor's?"
"Bought from the auction house. Yandu International. The price was 90,000 yuan!"
After reporting the person's potential inquiry in one breath, the person's eyes automatically froze.
When my words came out, a group of old men at the scene changed their expressions, showing various expressions of jealousy and envy. Several old men even covered their mouths and exclaimed in surprise.
Not to mention, these old men are more qualified than their despicable disciples.
They bought Qianlong's Shroud for only 90,000 yuan. It was such a coincidence that none of these old men had pinkeye.
At this moment, Xie Youyan, who was next to him, bent down to the man and reported in a low voice.
The man's eyes moved slightly again: "Are you from Fangzhou?"
Before I could respond, Xie Youyan spoke sadly: "Master Tong. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Long."
"Mr. Long wants to buy your quilt. Please speak nicely. Don't make me confused."
Xie Youyan's words were digging a hole for me, using the simplest and most effective method of killing with a borrowed knife.
Although I don't have enough IQ, I will definitely not jump into such an obvious trap.
Don't bother with Xie Youyan and talk directly to Mr. Long: "Mr. Long wants to buy it?"
Mr. Long did not respond to me immediately but looked sideways at Xia Wuzhu.
Xia Wuzhu immediately understood the answer: "Yandu International is in the foreign-related hotel at the headquarters, and the legal person's surname is Jiang. You can buy things from the auction house with confidence. There will be no disputes."
