Chapter 40

Zhao Chen is a layman in the collection field.

He didn't know how to describe the Yuan blue and white bottle being auctioned at this time, but with his knowledge, he could still tell that this bottle was much more exquisite than the plates and jars in the auction records.

As for the transaction price of [-] million yuan, he doesn't quite agree with it. According to the previous auction records, the price of this bottle is at least [-] billion yuan.

Of course, he thought this from the position of being worth hundreds of billions. In his eyes, since the market price is like this, then this bottle must be worth so much.

People who have no money will definitely feel that spending one billion yuan to buy a broken bottle is really a prodigal.

The difference between the two, vision, status, knowledge, ability, wisdom, values ​​and attitude towards life are very different.

Hearing the auctioneer's increasingly intensive trumpets, Zhao Chen suddenly realized that it turned out that this time has just begun to enter the white-hot stage of bidding.

"0001, 5000 million."

From 5000 million to 5000 million, this time the asking price directly exceeded [-] million!
Compared with the implicitness at the initial stage, the asking price at this time is more wild and unpretentious. If you have money, you have to call it out loudly.

After the sound of the high price, there was no bid for a long time, and when the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer, the group of people entrusted by the phone raised the sign slowly.

"Telephone entrustment, 6000 million."

Zhao Chen's eyes flickered, and he reasoned that the group of people entrusted by the phone is the real big boss, their money is so thick, such a huge auction, the price of tens of millions can be called out immediately.

The level of arrogance is outrageous.

"Telephone entrustment, people with families who are not convenient to sell in China, well-known leaders from all walks of life, foreign collectors, foreign museums, foreign chaebols and rich people."

The little old man is much clearer than himself, Zhao Chen understands a little bit in his heart.

So ever.

He held up the sign almost twitching with both hands, tens of millions seemed unambiguous to him.

"0099, two hundred million!"

The whole place was silent.

Several people turned their heads to look at Zhao Chen, and immediately sent someone to find out Zhao Chen's identity. They suspected that this young man with no auction experience might be a troll to raise prices.

Once it is found out that it is a water army, the bottle cannot be sold through the auction channel if it wants to be sold.

At that time, if you want to get it, you will not be able to spend the sky-high price of the auction house, and the price you can get is much smaller.

Zhao Chen is not worried that the bottle will be sold for [-] million.

Even though he bid a lot this time, the auctioneer's voice didn't stop for a long time.

"Telephone entrustment, 100 million"

"0037, 2.1 million"

Some people wanted to slow down the rhythm of bidding, but now it seems that it has failed.

Prices skyrocketed again.

"Telephone entrustment: 2.3 million"

"Telephone entrustment, 2.35 million"

The rhythm of the auction was very good, and while he was nervous, Zhao Chen felt like he was making a lot of money.

Suddenly, he thought of something and approached the old man and asked in a low voice, "How did you get such a bottle?"

The little old man looked mysterious, and he pretended for a while before responding wretchedly, "I bought it from a tomb robber decades ago."

Zhao Chen took a deep breath.

Made, this old man is really lucky.

"How much did you buy it for?"

"Hey, two bowls of bean juice!"

shock!
Zhao Chen's pupils dilated.

This is the biggest leak-picking incident I've ever heard of in my life. Is it possible that this person is called Fugui and really has a bonus of luck?

He thought that his luck was against the sky only after he chose the Shenhao plan. How could this damn old man be able to do it!

"No, it's only two bowls of bean juice, can your conscience handle it?"

The second uncle gave him a disgusted look, touched his nose, "There are laxatives in the two bowls of bean juice.

While the man was squatting in the latrine, I took the opportunity to exchange the bag with a fake one. Who would have thought that when I took it back and took a look, it turned out to be a newly unearthed treasure.

At the beginning, I didn't expect the harvest to be so great!

At that time, your grandfather had just helped me, and he was surprised when he saw this bottle!
But in those days, he was young and energetic, and he would rather go out and make a living by himself than sell his treasure for money. Hey, in the end, Grandpa Ni's business was successful, and the bottle was saved! "

Zhao Chen took a deep breath, this is really a disaster that will last for thousands of years.

This dead old man stole other people's things and bought them for hundreds of millions after decades.

He was thinking that if that man is still alive now, seeing the news of the auction, he wonders if he will have a cerebral hemorrhage from anger.

However, tomb robbers, luck can hardly be blamed on anyone.

It is clear that the second uncle is lucky.

I also want to thank the old man of our Zhao family for not sitting back and enjoying the benefits and exchanging bottles for money. After all, we should not be greedy for ease at the age of struggle.

He remembered that Zhao Zhichang said to himself, "A real man was born between heaven and earth, this world is his, and what he can get is his own ability.

Some people are erudite and knowledgeable, some people are rich and famous; no one is a rich man from the beginning, why don't the world go to grab it legally, rationally and intelligently? "

You see, the old scum like the second uncle robbed hundreds of millions with two bowls of soybean juice.

Zhao Chen felt quite touched in his heart, he only felt that this kind of robbing spirit was really good.

He turned his head and said to the old man, "You should have many such super antiques in your treasure house. I think you don't have much energy and time at your age. Why don't you leave it to me and I'll help you deal with it. Replace it with a coffin book?"

Looking at Zhao Chen's smiling face, the second uncle just breathed heavily, this brat must belong to the Zhao family, this shameless look is just like the old man of the Zhao family.

No, how can a person say such shameless words.

This is still a person, you really spray me, okay!

The second uncle did not respond for a long time, Zhao Chen suppressed his smile, sighed for a while, and spoke again in a slow and gentle voice, "Master, you see that you have no children, and if you go west in the future, you won't even be able to find a body collector, let alone use it. A good huanghuali coffin, not to mention the grand coffin, not to mention finding a cemetery of a few hectares, not to mention people going to sit in your place every Qingming Festival, alas, you said that people live their lives until the end. What!"

Zhao Chen observed the expression of the little old man while talking.

He clearly saw the little old man's face change from a happy one to a frown, and then to a sad one.

Zhao Chen: There is a show!
Sure enough, the second uncle still took Zhao Chen's hand and held it tightly.

"Chen, do you think the uncle treats you well?"

Zhao Chen: "No, sir, it's only the second day we met."

Before he finished speaking, the little old man immediately said, "Treasures in this world, whether you bring them with you when you live or die, what's the use of those things if I want them, don't they all belong to you when I'm gone?"

Zhao Chen understood.

And immediately changed his words, "Master, don't say anything else, you are really kind to me!"

The little old man's face softened a little, "The uncle has treated you like this, then you see."

coming!

Zhao Chen leaned in front of the little old man, speaking from the bottom of his heart, word by word:
"Master, don't say anything!
Your future affairs are on my shoulders, if you think that the huanghuali one is not good, and we have something in hand, I will get you a gold inlaid jade one;
If you feel that the cemetery of a few hectares is crowded, we dare to assure you that it is Mount Fuji. As long as you say yes, then I will be a junior, and I will bury you on the top of Mount Fuji! "

The second uncle was full of satisfaction.

"Okay, it's fine if you have the heart, I'll buy this bottle later, sir, I'll invite you to a good place to play! Let you see the world!"

(End of this chapter)

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