Little People Rise

Chapter 899

At this time, the art exhibition began.

After more than an hour, the exhibition ended and it was time for the auction.

The staff came to the stage, holding a delicate rubber black hammer in their hands, and began to introduce the first landscape painting.

"This painting of mountains and rivers has a history of hundreds of years. It comes from everyone's works. The starting price is 111 yuan. Now the [-] auction starts."

After the staff announced the start of the auction, someone in the audience began to bid.

"15 million!"

"20."

When the bidding was fierce, Li Xiaoning's mind was devoted to the picture of spring plowing that Dong Ming said.

Soon, the first landscape painting was won by a big name at a bidding price of 30.

Then there is the second painting, and the bidding starts at 15.

At this time, Lu Bing looked at Li Xiaoning with a displeased face, pretending to be scornful: "Boss Li Xiaoning, are you here to bid for the auction? There are two paintings, and you didn't bid for a single time. Do you dare not, or do you have no money? "

Just as Lu Bing scolded Li Xiaoning, the bidding for the third painting began.

Li Xiaoning added [-] as soon as he opened his mouth.

At the scene, when they heard that Li Xiaoning was paying [-] yuan as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone turned their heads and cast their eyes on Li Xiaoning.

The third painting is the picture-in-picture spring plowing picture that Dong Ming said, and the starting price of the third painting is only [-].

The third painting, everyone present knew that this painting was crudely drawn and had no collection value. The starting price of [-] was already a high price, but it was unexpected that Li Xiaoning added [-] as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lu Bing, who ridiculed Li Xiaoning, saw that Li Xiaoning added [-] yuan to the third painting, and continued to laugh in front of everyone: "Boss Li Xiaoning is really different from us. He is not only an expert in the painting, but also a fool."

Before Li Xiaoning could talk to everyone, Lu Bing continued to pretend: "Boss Li Xiaoning, do you know how much this painting is worth and how much it was collected from? Tell you that it was collected for 5000 yuan. You want to know how much this painting is worth?" Who collected it? It was me, the painting received 5000 yuan, and only you, a big fool, will give 15 yuan."

When everyone shook their heads at Li Xiaoning, the staff made a final decision on the table: "Congratulations, Mr. Li Xiaoning, the third painting is 15 yuan."

Just after Li Xiaoning won the picture of spring plowing, a white-haired old man walked to the scene in a black gown.

Seeing the old man in black, the people present nodded repeatedly and approached him proactively.

The reason is the identity of this old man in black. He is the president of the Provincial Artists Association, a figure like Mount Tai and the Big Dipper in the painting industry. In addition, he is also a nationally famous collector, known for his old paintings.

"Hua Lao, how about you help me see this landscape painting?"

"Hua Lao, first help me see if this peacock picture is worth collecting?"

Although many people were respectful to Mr. Hua, nodding and bowing to curry favor, Mr. Hua ignored it at all, walked up to Li Xiaoning, and focused his eyes on the spring plowing map that Li Xiaoning had bid for.

After a while, Mr. Hua nodded repeatedly at the picture of spring plowing in Li Xiaoning's hand, and said, "Little brother, I wonder if this picture of spring plowing in your hand is for sale?"

Hearing Mr. Hua tell whether Li Xiaoning's spring plowing map was for sale or not, everyone was inadvertently surprised.

"Little brother, can you see if this is the case? As long as you are willing to sell, I am willing to pay ten times your bidding price for your spring plowing map. If you still think it is too little, I can add more."

"ten times?"

"He spent 15, ten times that is 150 million?"

"Can you earn more than 10 million in less than 100 minutes?"

"Isn't that a rough imitation of a picture of spring plowing? How can it be worth so much money?"

When everyone was discussing, Hua Lao said solemnly: "I will increase it to 200 million."

Hearing 200 million, Lu Bing, who was still taunting Li Xiaoning just now, was stunned, as if he had eaten sweet potatoes, and shook his head repeatedly. How could he believe that the painting in Li Xiaoning's hand would sell for 200 million.

The most important point is that this painting was collected by him for 5000 yuan and sold for 1 yuan.

Originally, he wanted to ridicule Li Xiaoning in front of all the big names, but now he didn't expect this painting to make Li Xiaoning the focus of the scene, gaining both fame and fortune.

"Hua Lao, are you kidding me? This rough painting is worth 200 million yuan?" Lu Bing knew Hua Lao played a very important role in Huahua.

"Are you kidding me?" Hualao said with a serious face, "Do you think that Hualao is stupid enough to take my first life's fame and money in front of so many people as a joke?"

"But, Hua Lao, what's the difference in this painting?"

"What's the difference?" Mr. Hua questioned, "It's a pity that you are still a top student in painting, but you are so blind, even worse than an ordinary person. This painting was written by a master thousands of years ago, and it is a painting within a painting."

"Picture in picture?"

Not only Lu Bing was full of panic, but everyone present also looked pale, full of curiosity about the picture-in-picture.

"You are Hualao, a world-renowned master painter! First of all, thank you for your kindness, but no matter how much you pay for this painting, I will not sell it."

Hearing Li Xiaoning's refusal, Hua Lao let out a long sigh and shook his head silently, then turned and left the scene.

After such an encounter, the auction continued.

At the same time, everyone present focused on Li Xiaoning in the bidding of the auction, as long as Li Xiaoning opened his mouth to bid, they would all compete for a high price.

At this time, it was the auction of the last painting, and Li Xiaoning increased the price by 15 yuan.

Seeing Li Xiaoning adding 15 in one bite, Lu Bing couldn't sit still: "25."

"30." Li Xiaoning did not hesitate.

"40!" Lu Bing thought of the value of the painting that Li Xiaoning took, and increased the price all the way.

Finally, Lu Bing took the last painting at a high price of 100 million.

After the auction of the painting exhibition, Lu Bing found Hualao's residence with the 100 million auctioned painting, and was eager to ask the value of the painting.

"Hua Lao, what do you think of my painting?" Lu Bing opened the painting that he had bid for 100 million from Li Xiaoning, and held it in front of Hua Lao.

Hua Lao looked at the painting in Lu Bing's hand and silently shook his head.

Seeing Mr. Hua shaking his head, Lu Bing said with a puzzled face, "Mr. Hua, Li Xiaoning and I bid for this painting. We got it at a price of 100 million yuan. Why did Mr. Hua shake his head?"

"How many did you say?"

"100?"

When Hua Lao heard Lu Bing say 100 million, he shook his head silently: "This painting of yours is a fake, it can be seen everywhere on the street stalls, 100 yuan is already high."

"What? 100 yuan? Li Xiaoning and I are bidding fiercely, how could it be?"

Seeing that Lu Bing's expression turned pale, Mr. Hua took out three paintings from the room and put them in front of Lu Bing, and said, "Open these paintings and have a look, are they different from the ones in your hand?"

Lu Bing nodded again and again, and hastily opened the painting that Mr. Hua took out. When he saw three identical paintings that were exactly the same as the painting he had bid for 100 million yuan in, he said, "These three paintings are of one person." It was bought for 100 yuan."

(End of this chapter)