Super mall system

Chapter 49

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, according to the rules of the auction, the item cannot be handed over to you until the auction is over." The auctioneer on the stage bowed deeply to Zhao Hao.

"No." Du Ziteng yelled, and then said in a strange way, "I think since Zhao Hao can spend 500 million to buy this porcelain worth 80, it means that he really likes this porcelain. Our Du's Auction House likes it the most." The beauty of an adult is now, let’s sell it to him now, everyone thinks this is good?"

"Well, Mr. Du is right, we agree."

The people at the auction were all business elites, so they naturally came up with this trick knowing that Du Ziteng did this because he was afraid that Zhao Hao would refuse to pay after the auction.

This is to kill Zhao Hao, and there is no way for him to regret it.

But when they thought that Zhao Hao dared to talk and laugh with their goddess Shen Mengyuan, they were also very happy to see Zhao Hao throwing away millions for nothing, so that they could also see Zhao Hao's jokes by the way.

Why not?
"Hehe." Seeing that everyone in the auction house wanted to see his jokes, the smile on the corner of Zhao Hao's mouth became more and more obvious.

"Mr. Zhao, this is your porcelain."

In less than half a minute, Du's Auction House couldn't wait to bring the porcelain to Zhao Hao.

"Hurry up, don't delay me playing with antiques." Zhao Hao impatiently threw his bank card at the male manager of the auction house in front of him.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao's hobbies are really unique." There was a hint of sarcasm in the manager's eyes, and after quickly brushing away 500 million, he asked Zhao Hao to sign the sales contract.

"Hahaha." Seeing that Zhao Hao had embraced the porcelain, everyone burst into laughter, and some even took out tissues to wipe away their tears.

"Hahaha, let me laugh all the time."

"This is simply a layman in the collection world, no, let me laugh for three days and three nights."

"Hehe." Seeing Zhao Hao's end like this, Du Ziteng stood up happily from the wheelchair, wiping away tears while mocking Zhao Hao.

"Zhao Hao, no, Boss Zhao of Ritian Auction House, you really did a great job today. By the way, I accidentally met your personal doctor. He said that your IQ is different from ordinary people, as high as [-], no I don't know if it's true or not, hahaha."

Du Ziteng was about to burst out laughing, and sat back on the wheelchair.

"Have you laughed enough?" Zhao Hao yelled, and spread his hands suddenly, "The following is the moment to witness a group of two hundred and five."

"Crack."

The china fell to the floor and broke into a heap of fragments.

"Hmm." Everyone was taken aback.

How is this going?

Didn't you agree to witness a group of two hundred and five?After going around for a long time in this auction, I still can only find one two hundred and five.

Thinking of this, the foolish look in everyone's eyes became even stronger.

"Look, is he going to perform swallowing broken porcelain for everyone?"

Seeing Zhao Hao squatting down, the previous bidder with Zhao Hao laughed unceremoniously.

Others also couldn't stop laughing at Zhao Hao's teasing.

However, when Zhao Hao picked up a painting from the ground and unfolded it, everyone stopped laughing.

It's not that they don't want to laugh anymore, but that it hurts too much, and their faces are swollen from the beating.

Zhao Hao actually found a painting from the broken porcelain, that's all, the key is the painting "Song Zi Tu" painted by the legendary Tang Dynasty painter Wu Dao.

The painting disappeared 200 years ago. In the past few years, some people even shouted that they were willing to spend [-] million yuan to buy it from a mysterious person who might own the painting.

Today, this person who is considered a fool by everyone bought a painting worth 500 million yuan for [-] million yuan, a profit of [-] times.

Earning [-] million in minutes, they still laughed at each other for being two hundred and five. Only then did everyone know what Zhao Hao meant when he said a group of two hundred and five.

Everyone in the collection world couldn't help but wish to find a hole in the ground and line up to get in, so as not to be ashamed.

"Hahaha, Xiao Teng, thank you very much for being able to bear the pain and sell me this "Song Zi Tu" at a price of 500 million. What you did made me truly feel what is called great love in the world. "

While talking, Zhao Hao shook the "Song Zi Tu" in his hand towards Du Ziteng.

"You." Du Ziteng wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. After all, he not only sold the painting to Zhao Hao, but he also facilitated the advance transaction. At this time, he can only be one People weep silently there, and when the tears dry up, they bleed.

"No." Du Ziteng roared violently, "I don't believe that painting is real."

"Yes." Everyone raised their heads as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Then let's come to a few masters in the appreciating world to appreciate, who am I, Zhao Hao, afraid of?"

"This, this painter, the age of the painting, and the style of the painting are indeed made by Wu Dao." After 3 minutes, several old scholars nodded excitedly.

"Pfft." Du Ziteng almost vomited three tons of blood, and quickly grabbed the armrest beside him.

"No, "The Picture of Eight Horses"." Du Ziteng roared, and sat up straight again, "My Du family still has a famous painting "The Picture of Eight Horses", which is no worse than "The Picture of Sending a Child", and there are already two auctions left Yes, until the end, I must let you know that my Du family is not just a little better than you, and its price will definitely exceed [-] million."

"Really?" Zhao Hao handed the painting to Shen Mengyuan next to him, and then applauded Du Ziteng vigorously, "I'm looking forward to seeing "Eight Horses" as soon as possible, after all, it's inside a piece of porcelain that you Du Suibian sold. You can find peerless paintings.”

"You." Zhao Hao slapped him hard again, but Du Ziteng couldn't refute, he could only lower his head with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hmph, I'll let you know the power of "Eight Horses Picture" later."

"Haha." Seeing Du Ziteng's unwilling expression, Zhao Hao couldn't help but drift to the fake "Eight Horses Picture" that was lying quietly in the Ritian Mall at this time.

The next auction item was a diamond that was bigger than a pigeon's egg and extremely well-crafted, which sold for a high price of 3000 million.

Under people's venomous eyes, the last lot, "Eight Horses Picture", appeared on the auction stage.

"The famous painter Xu Bei's "Eight Horses" has a starting price of 1000 million yuan, and each price increase should not be less than [-] million yuan."

As the auctioneer's voice sounded, the number plates in everyone's hands began to tremble, ready to raise them to bid at any time.

"Don't bother everyone, I will offer 90.00 million." Zhao Hao raised the sign in his hand, and then smiled symbolically at Du Ziteng. Although [-]% of it was provocative, even the rest One percent is also full of ridicule.

(End of this chapter)