"The work of young calligrapher and painter Zhao Jinyu, Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms, was donated by Mr. Zhao Jinyu, and the starting price is one million!"
The starting bid is one million!
one million?
one million!
Could it be that the auctioneer quoted the wrong price?
Or maybe I heard it wrong?
Zhao Jinyu crossed his legs and took some time to sit there, listening to the buzzing discussion around him.し
It’s not that a painting has a price of one million, it’s just that the works of some long-established Chinese painting masters can be sold for millions or even tens of millions, but I’ve never heard of the name of any of them, even if they have something. The title of a young calligrapher and painter is hard to accept, okay?
Zhao Jinyu's reputation as a young calligrapher and painter has been hyped for a while, but most of the people who really pay attention to him are people in the circle of calligraphy and painting, and some are from the circle of the Chen family in Kyoto. They know that the Chen family has a man who is not only good at medicine, but also good at playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting. The grandson who knows everything.
Tonight's charity auction is mostly attended by people from the business community or some entertainment circles. It is separated from the calligraphy and painting circle. However, the earlier painting that sold for three million and Qiao Yue's scandal are still there. Some people remember the name Zhao Jinyu.
Those who knew Zhao Jinyu, of course, didn't know much more. Looking at the confused expressions of the people next to him, they instantly felt a strange sense of satisfaction, and they hurriedly shared what they knew with the people next to them.
Two middle-aged men who usually have business dealings sat together tonight. At this moment, one of the people said to the person next to him, "Brother Zeng, did I hear you right? I have never heard of this person called Zhao. The starting price is one million. Is that wrong?"
The man called Brother Zeng was named Zeng Weiguo. When he asked, he raised his hands and tilted his head and whispered to him, "You don't know, this Zhao Jinyu is quite famous. Brother Zhou, do you think the starting price of one million is too high? Just look at it, one million is too high, even two million may not be possible. Did you know that earlier this year, a painting by this guy was sold for three million! Do you still think that one hundred Wan Gao?"
The man surnamed Zhou stared at the painting unfolded by the two hostesses on the stage, with a look of doubt on his face, "No way? I don't see anything special about it!" He just thought it looked pretty, but he didn't feel embarrassed to say this. Just come out.
Zeng Weiguo secretly laughed in his heart. No matter how much money he had, Zhou Ping'an was a nouveau riche who hadn't read a book for a few days. It was strange that he could read anything special. But considering that he was actually regarded as a nouveau riche in the eyes of the powerful and intellectuals, it was quite boring for him to laugh at Zhou Pingan like this.
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"1.2 million."
"One million two hundred and fifty thousand."
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The discussion in the audience did not affect the skyrocketing price at all. Knowing the market price of Zhao Jinyu's calligraphy and painting works, perhaps a small number of people really like this painting. In order to get it, they are adding to the skyrocketing price.
Yan Chen glanced at the paintings on the stage for a few times, then turned to look at Zhao Jinyu. He repeated this several times. He was really curious. When he saw there was an empty seat on his right, he simply ran over and asked eagerly before he could sit down. He said, "Young Master Jin, was this painting really painted by you?"
Zhao Jinyu was sitting here with a relaxed expression, her right hand tapping the outside of her thigh rhythmically. After hearing Yan Chen's words, he asked funnyly: "Isn't it possible?"
"Yes, yes, of course, yes, of course, yes," Yan Chen repeated with a flattering look on his face. Anyway, he never had much dignity to speak of in front of this person, he just kept his attitude low.
"I can't believe it. I didn't expect that Young Master Jin is not only a good doctor, but also a famous calligrapher and painter. He is an outstanding person!" After saying this, he did not forget to give Zhao Jinyu a thumbs up.
Yan Chen felt that he was a little trembling. Seeing that this young master who liked to bully and taunt him from time to time was so talented, not only did he not feel jealous or resentful, but he felt a sense of honor.
After the auctioneer called out, "One million, six hundred and fifty thousand," in an emotionless voice, he raised his right hand.
In fact, he has never been interested in elegant things like calligraphy and painting, but Jin Shao's works are another story. Anyway, he came here tonight to spend money for their company.
Zhao Jinyu glanced sideways at Yan Chen, "When did your preferences change?" How could he not know Yan Chen's preferences after knowing him for so long? Calligraphy and painting had never been his favorite.
There are so many people competing for his paintings, is it possible that others are helping to deliberately raise the prices?
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Zhang Yuehua has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. It can be said that he has not worked hard, but after so many years, it has just become like this. He himself knows his own level. Although he has been given the title of calligrapher, compared to others, his works still lack a little feeling.
As his calligraphy teacher said, his calligraphy is actually quite good, but if his works are placed together with Zhao Jinyu's works, his calligraphy will appear too regular and lack the sparkle. An amazing feeling.
The teacher's evaluation was spot-on and merciless, but he had to admit this fact. It was precisely because of this that it was particularly frustrating.
When a person is a little stronger than you, you may be jealous of him. When a person is much stronger than you, the distance between them is like the Mariana Trench, so strong that you can only look up. Are you still jealous?
Zhang Yuehua must be envious of the popularity of Zhao Jinyu's paintings, but he also has a complicated psychology in his heart that is difficult to express to others. This person joined the Calligraphers Association only after he personally lobbied at his door. He can be regarded as the driving force behind making his works widely known.
But he also knew that even without him, Zhao Jinyu's fame would be known sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.
People who also belong to the Calligraphy Association sat together with Zhang Yuehua. Although they had long known that Zhao Jinyu’s last work had been sold for a high price of three million, when they experienced the process in person at the scene, they were still in disbelief and envious at the same time. , followed by a deep sense of powerlessness and loss.
At first, they would let out bursts of exclamations from time to time. As time went by, they almost became numb as they listened to the numbers shouted by the auctioneer that continued to rise.
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"One million nine hundred thousand."
"two millions."
As the auctioneer with a serious face reported the number, the scene was not the same as before. As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, someone raised their hands.
Two million, this number is like a node, making the air in the entire scene seem to be condensed instantly.
Although the figure of two million is only double the starting price, which is far lower than the price increase of other previous auctions, it is different from other items whose starting price is only tens of thousands of yuan. Those items are doubled several times, which is more than ten Ten thousand, the starting price is high, and if it doubles, the feeling will be completely different.
Although it is a charity, there is a limit. Two million is no longer a small amount. If you continue to increase it, you still need to consider it.
"Two million for the first time, two million for the second time, and..."
The person in the audience raised his hand again, interrupting his routine inquiry and also breaking the silence that had lasted for several dozen seconds.
Coming to the charity auction is just to spend money, and the same is true for Yan Chen. But before he came, his father made it clear to him in advance that he would weigh everything he wanted to shoot. The amount given was one million, and no more than two million was necessary.
Yan Chen hesitated when he raised his hand just now, but he immediately thought that even if their old man didn't admit it, it would be his own at worst. If it was more, I couldn't guarantee that he could still get a few million. Looking at the reactions of other placard holders at the scene, he believed that Mr. Jin’s paintings would not suffer any loss when photographed.
Yan Chen gradually became excited as he looked at the rising prices. He turned around and saw Zhao Jinyu's face had the same faint smile as before, and couldn't help but ask, "Master Jin, aren't you excited? ?”
"Should I be excited?"
Yan Chen choked up with just a few words and was speechless. Thinking about it, this was not only a painter, but also a doctor. He prescribed a few prescriptions and received 10 million. Just two or three hundred. It's really difficult to get him excited, not to mention that the money won't end up in his pocket.
"Doing charity is a good thing, but it should be done in moderation!"
If Yan Chen had already taken control of his company, he would not have said this. Several million is an incredible number for ordinary people, but for the Yan family's company, it is really not worth mentioning.
It's just that he just noticed that Yan Chen hesitated in raising his hand, so why bother holding on. After all, he was working under his father now, so it was better not to be too wanton.
After Zhao Jinyu dissuaded Yan Chen, he paid special attention and found that there were still three or four people who were still bidding. The price now exceeded two million. It is estimated that the final transaction price reaching three million would not be a big problem. It would be okay.
Two million is actually not a high price in a calligraphy and painting auction, but in a charity auction like tonight, this price is quite eye-catching.
Even though the price has reached more than two million, the voice of the middle-aged man standing on the stage is still as calm as ever, making it impossible to feel his emotional ups and downs. However, this does not affect the increasingly noisy atmosphere of the scene and the excitement of everyone in the audience. curiosity.
Zhao Jinyu, who practices martial arts, has always been sensitive, so he naturally felt the many eyes on him, and there were even a few people taking pictures of him with their mobile phones.
Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but frown secretly, but it was hard for him to run over and stop him at this time.
The auctioneer continued to shout the price in a gentle voice, "Two million six hundred thousand."
Zeng Weiguo turned his head to look at the other bidder, sighed secretly, and thought about it and stopped raising his hand.
"Brother Zeng, why don't you add more?" At first, Zeng Weiguo showed an attitude of not giving up until he achieved his goal.
Zeng Weiguo shook his head and said nothing. It was not that he could not afford the price, but he had just noticed the identity of one of the bidders, He Miao, the owner of an investment company. He really didn't expect that he would be invited to tonight's charity auction. It seems that the organizer of this time is quite capable.
He had met He Miao once at a business banquet. He was young, low-key, but sharp in his methods. It was said that he had a deep background. It was really not worth offending such a person for a painting.
Zeng Weiguo saw the end, and as he expected, the painting was finally acquired by He Miao for 3.4 million. Of course he had regrets, but now he has long passed the age of fighting and fighting, and he knows how to do it. That's what's best for yourself.
After seeing that his painting had been sold at a pretty good price, Zhao Jinyu sat there for a while, but found nothing he was interested in. He left early while the singing and dancing performance was going on on the stage.
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