"Lot No. 251, Huang Taiji and his concubine Hailanzhu Dharani sutra quilt, was supervised by Suzhou Weaving Mansion in the third year of Tianqi and completed in the first year of Chongzhen. The royal institution took four years to weave it. The starting price is 8,800 Ten thousand yuan, each bid must be an integral multiple of one million yuan. Bidding starts now."
Huang Ying just finished speaking. There was a discussion below.
This price obviously exceeded many people's expectations, and they all estimated that the starting price would not be too low. After all, the last time Qianlong's Dharani Sutra was auctioned, the starting price was 30 million, and it finally exceeded 130 million.
But soon someone raised a sign.
"Ninety million yuan" A middle-aged man wearing glasses held a sign in the front row.
"Ninety-three million" a woman raised a sign.
"Ninety-five million"
"Ninety-seven million"
Huang Qiong and several other girls were shocked. It was almost 100 million, and their mouths opened in an O shape. These two pieces of silk were actually worth so much.
Today, each piece of auction continues to refresh their understanding of the world.
Lu Zigang’s jade plaque, Bada Shanren’s calligraphy and painting, and Huang Tingjian’s inscriptions.
Pastel porcelain from the Kangxi, Yong and Qian dynasties, and classical furniture from the Ming Dynasty.
From tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands to millions, ten to twenty million. Each piece is brilliant and exquisite.
The most valuable thing here seems to be the soft girl coins.
It's true that poverty limits our imagination.
"Oh my god, how many bags can I buy with this?" Li Shasha exclaimed.
Price didn't let the shock of a few girls stop it.
At the edge of "100 million", an old foreign man with gray hair held up a sign.
With the sound of "Weng", the atmosphere was almost ignited, it was over 100 million.
Many people know this old man, a famous British aristocratic collector.
"One hundred and ten million" someone directly added ten million. The agent sent by the rich man from the other side of the bay held up a sign.
"One hundred and twenty million"
Sun Xing opened her eyes wide and looked at Yang Fan. Yang Fan was also very excited. He really didn't expect that these two rags were worth so much. No wonder Bobai carefully hid it close to his body.
However, there was no wave on his face, an expression of indifference.
Sun Xing admired the boss even more. See why he was the boss at the same age of 18. Such calmness and calmness were not something ordinary people could achieve.
Foreign capital has come to an end, and so have the wealthy people in Xiangjiang and Nanyang. It seems that Baoli's estimate is very accurate. More than 100 million is the main battlefield for these predators.
In the blink of an eye, prices have continued to soar.
"One hundred and thirty million"
"One hundred and forty million"
There was another sensation, more than the Qianlong period of one or three years.
But everyone is not surprised, because the price of a pair of items in the antique shop usually doubles.
In the blink of an eye, there was another round of continuous bidding.
"One hundred and ninety million"
"Two hundred million"
This time it was a wealthy European agent.
The most studied Chinese antiques in the West are porcelain and silk.
After all, it has been their favorite since Rome, a status symbol and the top luxury product.
It has been played for two thousand years and used to hold coins for two thousand years. People even know these two things better than we ourselves.
The little girls were too shocked to speak. They have not yet entered the society and are completely dumbfounded. 200 million is how much money it is. They have never even carried 20,000 in their pockets.
If you exchange it for soft girl coins, you can fill up their dormitory.
"It's done, I'm done, I can never go back. I want to make money, and I, Ma Xiaoxiao, want to be rich," Ma Xiaoxiao muttered.
Li Shasha was also very angry. Once upon a time, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep the whole night after buying a bag. Look at others, this is a real player.
Lin Miao sighed, "The poor play with cars, the rich play with watches, and the rich play with computers. I am the one who plays with computers."
When several people sighed in various ways, the situation changed again.
The competition has become fierce. Up to now, the vast majority of people have been silent. This is no longer something they can participate in.
There are only three companies still raising signs. One family is a well-established wealthy agent in Xiangjiang. Everyone in the industry knows his background.
One family is an agent of a secretly wealthy family in Southeast Asia. It is said that just one bank under the family has assets of over 100 billion US dollars.
Another one is a middle-aged woman in her forties, and no one knows her background. He just raised his sign in a low-key manner, adding three million each time, without being angry.
"Twenty-seven million"
"This gentleman is 270 million. Is there any higher price?" Huang Ying's voice was trembling with excitement.
This is probably the highest price for silk fabrics ever paid by Poly. It may even be the highest price ever paid for silk fabrics. As the auction host, I will go down in history together with this item.
"Two hundred and ninety million." Xiangjiang has lost patience. His base price is no more than three hundred million, which is coming soon.
He planned to directly increase the price by 20 million to scare off other competitors.
"Two hundred and ninety-three million." The middle-aged woman raised the sign calmly. Or add three million each time.
Damn it, this bitch just came out of nowhere. Before the shooting started, she had thoroughly investigated all the powerful buyers.
No one thought that this plain-looking woman was actually a dark horse.
"Three hundred million" he raised his sign decisively in a last-ditch effort.
"Three hundred and ten million." The agent of a Southeast Asian rich man directly eliminated him. The agent gave him a defiant look.
He is an old rival at the auction, and I beat him this time.
With a sigh, he packed up his things and left.
"Three hundred and thirteen million." The annoying voice of that woman continued, like a dog-skin plaster that stuck and couldn't be pulled off.
But this is no longer a headache for me. He shook his head with a wry smile and walked out.
When I walked to the door, I saw a young man standing at the door. He was dark and thin, and the clothes he wore were not of any famous brand. But there is a unique temperament on his body that is difficult to describe, and there is even a touch of murderous aura.
He was very familiar with this kind of temperament. The mercenaries around his boss had this smell. It was the smell of blood he had seen on the battlefield.
Such people are generally not easy to deal with, and he is not prepared to provoke them. Just about to pass by.
Suddenly, the beautiful girl next to the young man shook his arm and shouted excitedly: "Boss, boss. The auction item we gave away is 300 million!"
Suddenly something clicked in his heart. It turned out that this year's Polaroid auction was sent by him. How old is he? Is he twenty years old?
It is true that people cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.
He stood in front of Yang Fan and said politely: "I, Huang Yiping, am also in the collection business. Can you please recognize me? This is my business card."
Yang Fan stood here and kept watching, knowing that this was the unlucky guy who had just bid 300 million and was kicked out.
Although he is the loser in this auction, after all, his strength is there, why not make friends with him.
"My name is Yang Fan. I have just established a collectibles company. The business cards are still being printed. Let's add some prestige first."
