What Sun Wen didn't expect was that these powerful young men would join forces to maliciously lower the price.
Looking at the slowly increasing amount of money, if no one stops it, the transaction price of this first battle flag poem will exceed 10,000 yuan.
If it is sold for 10,000 yuan, it will definitely bring a huge blow to this auction.
After all, if the first song doesn’t get off to a good start, the following songs will be greatly affected.
Sun Wen looked anxious, but Su Qi'an beside him was much calmer. He glanced at everyone in the lobby.
Then he said, "Don't be impatient. The auction I have prepared will not end in such an anticlimactic manner. Just watch, there will be something good to watch later."
Sun Wen looked confused, but still believed in Su Qi'an. He didn't say anything and quietly waited for the situation to develop.
As time passed, the transaction price of this first poem finally settled at 9,000 taels.
Liu Meng was on the stage with a smile on his face, even though there was not much bidding under the stage, he naturally smiled and asked.
"Master He has sold nine thousand taels, who else can continue to bid?"
Below, everyone remained silent and kept silent. Occasionally, they looked at Mr. He who was bidding in the front row, with a bit of fear in their eyes.
The background of this Marquis He is not simple. His grandfather is a duke. Although he cannot be compared with several highly respected senior dukes in the court, he is at least a duke.
When the Duke is angry, families like them living on the outskirts of Kyoto will suffer. Who dares to offend this person.
Mr. He in the audience sneered and said, "Haha, my price is already very high. Who dares to continue bidding?"
With a glance, no one around him dared to look at him, and the threat in his words was self-evident.
"Okay, don't waste time, let's just make the final decision."
Mr. He's face was a little unhappy and he urged.
Liu Meng on the stage was naturally calm and asked again with a smile.
There was still no reaction from the audience. Just when Liu Meng was still trying to delay, suddenly, the voice of a maid came from the private room on the second floor.
"My master will provide twenty thousand."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was stunned. They looked up sharply and stared at the private room on the second floor where the voice came from.
Their expressions changed, and their eyes seemed to be watching a show.
Just kidding, this bid is only 20,000 yuan, which directly doubles the price. This is a pure slap in the face of Mr. He.
Mr. He's face was livid. He stood up suddenly, the anger in his eyes was beyond words.
Not only was it an unreasonable provocation to the person who just spoke, but more importantly, he had a place in that position.
But unfortunately he arrived late. All the private rooms on the second floor were sold out. No matter how much he paid, he could not buy this place.
Laixinglou didn't give him face, and he had to get it back this time. Therefore, he had already joined forces with several powerful young masters for this auction.
Getting a good battle flag poem at a low price and regaining face again is not killing two birds with one stone.
But before he could enjoy his love for a long time, he was slapped in the face again in public. Mr. He was so angry.
"Hmph, you have such a strong tone. You dare to compete with me for poems. I want to see who you are."
After the words fell, an old voice sounded in the private room, "Haha, I have long heard that the grandson of Duke He Guogong is famous for being domineering. I learned the lesson when I saw him today."
"I wonder if I can get into the eyes of Mr. He."
He Hong frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere, but for a while, he couldn't remember it.
Soon, the closed curtain of the private room slowly opened, and a white-haired old man appeared.
This old man is very old, about seventy years old, with white hair and wrinkles on his face.
But he was very energetic, with a smile on his face, his eyes were not cloudy, and were very bright. He was wearing a simple blue gown, and his aura of a scholar was slowly released.
As soon as this person appeared, Ho Hong's face suddenly changed, his body softened, and he was half
Kneeling on the ground, he said quickly.
"Old Master Wen, what you said has offended this junior. How dare I act so arrogantly in front of you? I did something wrong. As long as Master Wen is satisfied, I can beat or punish you as I please. I will have no objection."
Ho Hong's attitude was a direct 180-degree turn. If everyone present had not seen it with their own eyes, they might not have seen this side of Ho Hong.
Not only him, but also the dozen or so powerful nobles sitting with him stood up in surprise and bowed respectfully to the white-haired old man on the second floor.
That attitude did not dare to make any mistakes.
This white-haired old man is called Wenxuan, and he is a great Confucian, but this man is quite extraordinary.
He is the dean of the Hanlin Academy and the leader of the literary world in Daliang. All the civil servants in Daliang respectfully call him master.
Moreover, the teacher of the deceased crown prince was the emperor's teacher.
More than half of the civil servants of the Great Liang Dynasty were taught by this man, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was the spiritual belief of countless literati.
In terms of status, he is comparable to a senator-level prince. Such a big shot did not expect to come out of the imperial city.
Not only that, I came to this inconspicuous Lai Xing Building quietly.
This kind of shock is no less than seeing the royal nobles.
After learning the identity of this person, everyone in the audience knelt down and worshiped.
Even Su Qi'an and Sun Wen, who were hiding behind the curtain, showed up and bowed similarly to show respect.
Wenxuan had a smile on his face and did not embarrass He Hong. He waved his hand and motioned for everyone below to get up.
Wenxuan turned his eyes, looked Su Qi'an up and down, and said softly.
"Well, it's good to have such talent at such a young age. It's a great blessing for me to have a great talent in Da Liang."
"You don't need to worry about me, just go about your business. If it weren't for this poem, which is in line with my wishes, I wouldn't have come forward."
"Haha, Master Wen said it right. It is my honor to meet Master Wen here today."
As soon as the announcement was finished, a hearty voice sounded from the private room next door.
This voice sounded very old, at least fifty or sixty.
The curtain of the private room opened, and an old man with black and white hair, wearing silver armor and a military look stepped out.
This man appeared and shocked everyone in the audience.
This person's name is Wang Zhenshan, a veteran general who has been on the battlefield for a long time. He is mainly responsible for the defense of the northwest border and resisting the invasion of Da Rong cavalry.
In terms of qualifications, they are no worse than Fan Wenzhong. One is responsible for the northern frontal battlefield, and the other is responsible for the northwest battlefield.
Both are veteran generals with heavy troops. These two veteran generals are called the twin walls of the empire.
He is almost the same group of comrades-in-arms as several other princes in the court.
The appearance of Wang Zhenshan made Ho Hong stand up in fright, his face turned pale, and he nodded repeatedly to admit his mistake.
That way, he was like a child who had done something wrong, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
A small auction actually brought out such a terrifying big shot. How much dignity does Su Qian have?
Who knows if there will be a more terrifying hidden big shot later.
Thinking like this, He Hong became even more panicked. He lowered his head and looked like he was listening to the instructions.
Wang Zhenshan's temperament is not as easy to talk to as Wen Xuan. He glanced sharply and said coldly.
"Even if Mr. Wen doesn't come forward, I still have to come forward. What the hell are they? Such a good battle flag poem has been made so worthless by you."
"He doll, you have a family that can't afford tens of thousands of dollars? I think you have really embarrassed Lao He."
"If you can't afford it, get out of here as soon as possible. If I find you deliberately wasting good things like this again, I will do anything for Lao He and teach you a lesson, you unworthy descendant."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang is right. This is what I did wrong. I don't dare to do it anymore."
Ho Hong nodded repeatedly, with his head pounding like garlic. It looked so funny.
Wang Zhenshan seemed to be out of breath, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
At that time, Wenxuan beside him said with a smile.
"Why, General Wang, are you also interested in this poem? If you are interested, you can compete with me. I am bound to win this poem."
Wang Zhenshan shook his head and said, "Master Wen is joking. I just can't stand the malicious price reduction in this auction. Although this first poem is good, after all, it has a more literary atmosphere."
"You're not ready to impress me yet. If Master Wen wants to, just ask, but I will never win anyone's love."
"That's good." Wenxuan glanced at the audience and said, "Su Juren, this poem is quite to my liking. I'm not a bully. I'll buy you two lines of this poem for 50,000 taels." ,what do you think."
"Everything is as Master Wen said." Su Qian clasped his hands and said quickly.
For these 50,000 taels, the publicity did not lower the price. After all, this was not a complete poem. The two quatrains, 50,000 taels, were already worth his price.
More importantly, the person who bought it was Emperor Shi Wenxuan.
As the saying goes, pink matches a beauty, and a sword matches a hero. This poem also holds true.
These two sentences perfectly fit the propaganda. So, let alone 50,000 yuan, even if it was given away for free, Su Qi'an would not be unhappy at all.
Being able to attract this big shot is a profit, but it can't be measured by money.
Wenxuan nodded, glanced at everyone present, and asked again.
"I'm offering fifty thousand, but if there is a higher price, you can compete."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, but there was no trace of displeasure on their faces, but a look of deep admiration on their faces.
Not to mention anything else, being able to meet Emperor Wenxuan in this small Laixing Tower is already a profit.
As for bidding? Is this still necessary?
Seeing that everyone was speechless, Liu Meng on the stage also made the final decision. This first poem was sold for fifty thousand taels.
Wen Xuan had a smile on his face, then turned and left. At this time, Wang Zhenshan was the only one who dared to ask.
"This is the first time Mr. Wen has played. There are still five more songs that have not yet been exhibited. Don't you think Mr. Wen is looking forward to it?"
After a while, a propaganda voice sounded, "Haha, I've got everything in my heart, and I'm satisfied. The rest is more than I can chew."
Only Wenxuan can say such words, and he is worthy of being a leader in the literary world.
No matter the magnanimity or the mind, it is not comparable to ordinary people.
"I'll be waiting to see you off, Master!"
After a while, Wen Xuan left slowly under the respectful greetings of everyone.
