Mu Qingci thought Xue Wenhao would fall out.
After all, Xue Yin was really not polite to him at all.
But it was obvious that she was wrong. Xue Wenhao just twisted his face and smiled, gritted his teeth and said: "Second brother, you must be here to take a photo of the auction item tonight. Coincidentally, I also want to take a photo."
This time Xue Yin finally looked at him, but what he said could make people angry to death: "Do you think you have the ability to fight with me?"
Xue Wenhao clenched his hands into fists and seemed to want to swing them directly at Xue Yin's face, but he did not do so. Instead, he said with a smile: "Then we'll see."
After saying that, the group of people leading him walked towards the nearby location.
Seeing Xue Wenhao and the others walking away in despair, Mu Qingci was a little confused: "Looking at this young master, he can't win against Second Young Master Xue. Why does he have to provoke others?"
"Splash." Chen Zhiyi clenched his chin and replied: "In order to compete for the position of the head of the family, several members of the Xue family have used clever and shady tactics. This Xue Wenhao is not very capable, but he likes to be a clown in front of Xue Yin. .”
Mu Qingci glanced at Xue Yin who was sitting there, and then at Xue Wenhao who was sitting on the other side looking like a playboy, and guessed: "He doesn't want to deliberately provoke Xue Yin's anger, right?"
Chen Zhiyi nodded in agreement: "It's possible, he should feel that as long as he pisses off Second Young Master Xue, the attention will be on him, and then his brother can deal with Second Young Master Xue in other ways."
Mu Qingci sighed: "Sure enough, from ancient times to the present, the most exciting thing is the internal fighting among wealthy families."
"Haha...that's not the case."
Mu Qingci should just listen to this kind of thing.
In addition, the auction will start soon, and all her attention will be on the auction items.
The auction items here gave her a lot of experience.
Only then did she realize that many jewelry and antiques that could not be found on the market appeared at such auctions.
As an employee of the Cultural Relics Bureau, she has mixed feelings.
But she had no choice but to comfort herself in her heart, as long as the people she photographed could treat them well.
Seeing that there were still two auction items behind them, the blue and white underglaze red porcelain they wanted to see, Chen Zhiyi took off his glasses and took out his mobile phone.
Mu Qingci noticed it and took off her glasses to look at her.
Chen Zhiyi noticed her gaze and complained to her: "My second brother is still here. If he doesn't come over, the blue and white underglaze red will become someone else's."
Mu Qingci silently glanced at the starting price of the blue and white underglaze red porcelain in the brochure. The price of 200,000 yuan was beyond her reach, not to mention that there would be many bidders at that time, and it was possible to directly win millions. Sky-high price.
She could just take a look at this kind of thing that rich people play.
Before Chen Zhiyi could finish sending the message, Mu Qingci put on her glasses again and looked at the next auction item.
She noticed that none of the Xue family members held up signs for the auction items that came out earlier, thinking that their purpose was probably the hidden item.
Soon the first two auction items ended, and a staff member brought the blue and white underglaze red porcelain to the auction table.
It turned out to be a small-diameter porcelain vase with a big belly and smooth lines, with rich peonies painted on it.
Ming Hongwu blue and white underglaze red peony plum vase (this picture is for reference only)
The blue and white leaves set off the red peonies in the glaze, giving people a national and heavenly color effect.
The auctioneer explained the origin of this porcelain bottle on the stage.
Many people sitting in the audience were whispering among themselves.
Mu Qingci felt someone coming over, but she didn't look specifically. Instead, she kept staring at the blue and white underglaze red porcelain vase with her glasses on.
After the instructor finished explaining, the auction started.
Mu Qingci then took off her glasses and prepared to see how many people would take pictures.
There are many people who like this porcelain, and the auctioneers reported the auctioneer's plate number and auction price one by one.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw Chen Yiming sitting next to Chen Zhiyi. She inexplicably hoped that the brother and sister could take a photo of this blue and white underglaze red porcelain, and maybe she could take a good look at it.
At this time, the Chen family brothers and sisters were leaning on their heads to discuss the most suitable price for the auction.
After discussing it, Chen Zhiyi raised his sign and increased the price to one million.
Then someone added it to 1.1 million.
Someone else added it to 1.2 million.
Mu Qingci clenched her hands subconsciously. It was her first time to participate in this kind of auction. Even if she wasn't holding the placard, she still felt nervous and excited, her heartbeat racing.
After a while, Chen Zhiyi raised his sign again, "One and a half million."
At this time, the other people holding up the placards should have hesitated. Seeing that no one was joining the auctioneer, the auctioneer was about to ask. At this time, Wang Jiaqin, who was sitting next to Xue Wenhao, raised his placards: "One million and six hundred thousand."
After raising the cards, she even glanced at Chen Zhiyi, her eyes clearly provocative.
By this time, no one was holding signs anymore.
Chen Zhiyi was angry: "This person must be sick, she must have done it on purpose."
Mu Qingci looked at her.
Chen Zhiyi snorted: "Even if it was intentional, I still want to take a picture of this porcelain."
After saying that, she raised the card again, "One hundred and seven hundred thousand."
Wang Jiaqin: "1.8 million."
At this time, Chen Yiming reminded Chen Zhiyi: "Zhiyi, the blue and white underglaze red cannot exceed 1.8 million at most."
Chen Zhiyi clenched the hand holding the sign with a look of reluctance.
Mu Qingci also said at this time: "I know, if the price of a porcelain exceeds its own value, don't be too emotional. Besides, your family is in the antique business, so you shouldn't necessarily need this porcelain that exceeds its value."
Chen Zhiyi and Chen Yiming looked at Mu Qingci at the same time.
Mu Qingci smiled at them and said: "If I were rich, I might fight her to the end. After all, as a student of historical relics, I have feelings for these antiques beyond their own value, but you are different. If you I took this photo today, and I will definitely regret it later.”
Chen Yiming agreed with her: "Yes, we are businessmen. If something like this exceeds the budget, you'd better not be emotional."
Chen Zhiyi lowered his eyelids and hummed reluctantly.
As soon as Chen Zhiyi stopped raising the placard, the auctioneer asked if anyone else would raise the price. Without him, he would be ready to announce the final auctioneer.
Wang Jiaqin, who was sitting in front, looked this way again.
Mu Qingci found that there was no pride in her eyes, but a little panic, thinking that this person was deliberately irritating Chen Zhiyi and had never thought about buying this porcelain.
The auctioneer is already saying: "One million and eight hundred thousand on the 25th."
"One million eight hundred and two times on the 25th."
Mu Qingci motioned Chen Zhiyi to look at Wang Jiaqin.
Wang Zhitao was obviously scolding Wang Jiaqin.
Wang Jiaqin also looked a little flustered.
Chen Zhiyi felt happy, "You deserve it. You dare to fight with me if you don't have the strength."
Just when the auctioneer raised the auction hammer, a steady and powerful voice suddenly came from behind Mu Qingci: "One million, eighty-one million."
Almost at the same time, everyone looked behind Mu Qingci.
Mu Qingci also looked behind.
Only then did she realize that Feng Lie and several of his friends were sitting behind her.
The one holding the sign was Feng Lie.
There were obviously many people present who knew Feng Lie. After a period of silence, everyone suddenly started whispering.
"Mr. Feng actually came to the auction."
"Does Mr. Feng also like this porcelain?"
"Maybe it's because Second Young Master Xue is here."
"Didn't you say that their brothers are at odds?"
"It's possible. Otherwise, why didn't they come together? Mr. Feng still sits in the back."
…
While everyone was talking, the auctioneer began to ask: "Does anyone else want to increase the price?"
As soon as this was said, someone started talking in low voices.
"Except for Mr. Xue, there should be no one here who has the strength to bid with Mr. Feng."
Many people's eyes turned to Xue Yin's face.
Xue Yin was also looking here at this time.
His expression was cold, but his eyes were looking straight here.
Everyone thought he was looking at Feng Lie.
But Mu Qingci somehow felt that his eyes were looking at her.
The eyes seem a little bit evil?
This made her a little confused.
She didn't offend him, right?
At this time, Feng Lie glanced around sharply, and everyone subconsciously withdrew their gaze.
Seeing that no one raised the bid, the auctioneer said, "One million, eighty-one million times."
"One million eight hundred and one thousand times."
"One million eight hundred and one thousand three times."
Boom!
The final word.
