In the afternoon, it started to rain lightly in the sky.
The sound of ticking echoes in this world, and along with the fresh air, people can't help but become intoxicated.
In Wenchern Manor, cars drove in from outside and parked next to the mansion in the center.
The two Wenchern brothers are now busy entertaining guests.
They hired people, arranged the environment, took out the antiques that the family had collected one by one, and held a small private auction in the manor.
Most of the guests who come here are rich people who like to collect. Although their eyes show disdain for the things around them, they still look polite on the surface.
When Shi Yong and his party arrived here, the auction had already started for a while.
After they showed the electronic invitation to the security personnel outside the door, they were led to the hall of the house. They found a row at the end and sat down gently. They all watched the auction being held in front of them with great interest. meeting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a look at this auction item."
On the stage, a white man in a suit lifted the cloth in front of him, revealing what was inside - a wooden clock.
The white man was the auctioneer hired by the Winchern family to host the auction, Damir Karloff, who was well-known throughout Oxfordshire.
"I believe everyone who came here to participate in the auction must have seen this thing. Yes, it is the famous Black Forest Cuckoo Clock!"
Damir said and moved to the back of the lot to make more space.
"Of course, this cuckoo clock is not a cheap product that can be bought casually outside. It is a real cuckoo clock produced in the park on June 16, 1742, in the Black Forest area of Germany! All materials are sourced. From the local black forest, coupled with exquisite wood carving craftsmanship, everything from internal machinery to external carpentry is done by hand..."
"I can assure you that in this world, no real cuckoos are the same. Each one of them is a unique work of art!"
After hearing what he said, the guests in the audience all began to whisper among themselves, but from the few words they heard, it could be concluded that most people seemed not to be optimistic about it.
Behind the crowd, a mixed-race girl from the Canglan expedition group shook her head and said: "Red mouth and white teeth, no evidence. There are so many imitations of cuckoo clocks. Who knows if his one is real?" Fake."
Several friends around him also nodded subconsciously.
On the stage, the auctioneer Damir seemed to have expected everyone's reaction. He showed a charming smile, then took out a small box from under the booth, opened it, and revealed several contents inside. Here comes a piece of paper.
"Everyone, I know you may have questions about the origin of the cuckoo clock, but don't worry. As a powerful old family, the Wenchern family naturally has very high requirements for collections. In the box in my hand , which is a series of certifications and appraisals about this clock, all from Master Huo An of our auction house."
"In addition, we also provide you with the only Vds certification certificate for the Black Forest Cuckoo Clock. With the support of the above documents, you can bid with confidence and never worry about buying a counterfeit!"
"I announce that the starting bid for the Black Forest Cuckoo Clock is £30,000."
As his words fell, the audience immediately remembered a burst of discussion. Then, after a brief exchange among everyone, someone was the first to raise the sign in his hand.
"The gentleman on the 17th bid 30,000 pounds!"
the auctioneer shouted immediately.
Another person raised the sign and made a 4 sign at the same time.
Damir's eyes lit up and he immediately said loudly:
"This lady on the 18th is offering £40,000!"
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As everyone in the audience bid, the item was finally sold for 80,000 pounds. The buyer was a gray-haired old man. It could be seen from his eyes that he loved this clock very much.
This auction was held very smoothly. With Damir, a professional auctioneer, the atmosphere at the scene was always maintained at a good level.
However, everyone in the Canglan expedition group was a little disappointed because they did not find anything similar to a shield among the many auction items.
"Congratulations, the gentleman on the 7th has obtained this precious 'Mishagic Phoenician alphabet rubbings of the King of Moab'! Congratulations to him, everyone!"
There was a burst of applause from the audience.
"Now, what we are going to put on display for auction is the equipment used by the ancestors of the Wenchen family. It is a shield that represents the glory of the knights! So far, only two of these shields have been preserved by the Wenchen family. The last one It was bought for 20,000 pounds on the international trading website. Now it can be auctioned. I am afraid that this is the last one left in the world! I hope everyone can seize the opportunity!"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the Canglan Adventure Group in the audience was instantly attracted to their attention. They all immediately sat up straight and looked at the shield on the display cabinet.
"That's it! That's it! It's the same as the one we saw on the trading website last time! Wen Cheen's house still has this kind of shield!" someone said excitedly.
"Haha, did you see it? Did you see it? I knew it a long time ago! We will definitely find something when we come here!"
"Come on, come on, how much money do you have on you? Let's put it together, and we will get this thing no matter what this time!!"
On the other side, behind the makeshift auction table, there was also someone with a shocked expression. That was Dane Wenchern, the elder brother of the Wenchern family.
"W-what's going on? Sam, how can you put it up for auction!?"
Dane looked at his brother beside him with a look of disbelief.
Sam glanced at his mouth and said, "Don't make a fuss, okay? Didn't we also sell the shield last time? Since we have already sold it, what does it matter if there is an extra one?"
When Dane heard this, he became furious.
"This is the last shield of our family! It is the symbol of our family's former glory. If you sell it, the Wenchien family will not even have the last memory!"
As he spoke, he pushed his brother away, then quickly ran to the stage, took the shield out of the display case, and left.
Everyone was in a daze when they saw this scene. It was also the first time for auctioneer Damir to encounter such a situation. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and made remedial action as soon as he came to his senses.
"Everyone, I'm sorry that there was an accident just now. It seems that this shield is not in the auction list. Let's take a look at the next item..."
