President spoils me again today

At 11 a.m. the next day, cen Qinghe came to the airport to meet with Cheng Jiahe. While they were waiting in the VIP room, Cheng Jiahe said to her, "at today's auction, there will be 48 pieces of antique calligraphy and paintings from the Qing Dynasty. I heard that Liang Tongshu's words are among them. My grandfather likes him very much, so I decided to go there temporarily, And a part of the bidding money will be donated to the school. I think it's very good. I'm sorry to trouble you suddenly“

CEN Qinghe said with a smile, "it's OK. I'm just on holiday. If you have this filial piety, Mr. Cheng will be very happy."

Cheng Jiahe said with a smile: "last time I chatted with you, I heard that you also like these antique calligraphy and paintings. If it's anything else, I won't call you. It happens to be these playthings. I think you won't be bored at today's auction."

CEN Qinghe said: "with your light, I also used to open my eyes."

As soon as the time came, they boarded the plane. Cen Qinghe looked at the screen before turning off the machine. She didn't answer the phone. She thought about it. If Shang Shaocheng calls in the middle of the way, she still has to report truthfully, so that he won't catch her in the future.

After flying from night city to Haicheng for two hours, a car came to pick them up and went straight to the auction venue.

After driving for more than half an hour, the car stops at the door of a building similar to the venue. The driver comes down to open the door for Cheng Jiahe. He thanks politely and steps out of the car. Then the gentleman stands aside and waits for Cen Qinghe to come down.

CEN Qinghe enters the arena with him. This is her first time to attend such an occasion. She should see the world. She always heard about the auction before, but she didn't know the specific process.

After entering the venue, a special staff led them up the stairs by elevator. The auction was held in one of the exhibition halls on the third floor, which was not as exaggerated as Cen Qinghe thought, such as "grand". The layout and size of the hall made her associate with "private".

Yes, it doesn't have much space here. The front display desk is only about 100 square meters at most. There are separate round tables and seats from front to back. There are digital cards and a well-made atlas on the table.

Cheng Jiahe obviously knew his table position for a long time, so he walked to a position in the front of the middle. The number of the table was 17.

After they sat down, a waiter immediately came to ask what to drink. Cheng Jiahe looked at Cen Qinghe and said, "I can do anything."

Cheng Jiahe said to the waiter, "let's have tea, thank you."

"Yes, just a moment, please."

The exhibition hall is closed, with heavy red flannel curtains in front of the windows and dim lights in the hall. I don't know if I thought I had entered the bar.

CEN Qinghe sits quietly, and Yu Guang looks at the people who come in from time to time. Everyone is very low-key, not as rich and powerful as they are in the movie.

She can't help but turn her head slightly to Cheng Jiahe and ask in a low voice, "do you know who's coming to the auction today?"

Cheng Jiahe, cooperating with her, also said in a low voice: "I participate as an individual. It is estimated that most of them will represent their respective companies and enterprises. If the auction is successful, even if the company donates money for charity, it will have a positive impact."

CEN Qinghe nodded to show that he understood.

He added: "but there is no lack of personal hobbies, like collection, so specially came to collect things."

CEN Qinghe raised his lips and said with a smile, "if I close the door and rob you, will I be angry?"

Cheng Jia and gentleness return a way: "we are friends, you don't rob me?"

CEN Qinghe back to a good look, "you go to the door."

When they chatted, the seats were almost full, and there were only more than 50 tables.

The auctioneer came on stage to preside over the auction. All the lights were only on the stage, and it was dark under the stage. It seemed that people were deliberately trying to ignore who was sitting down.

"Please turn off your mobile phones before the auction is over..."

CEN Qinghe obediently takes out his mobile phone and opens it. There's no missed call from Shang Shaocheng on it. It's estimated that he's busy, and she has no time to report to him. First press the power off button.

The auctioneer on the stage explained the process as a routine. It is estimated that 99% of the people under the stage are familiar with it, and Cen Qinghe is the only one to hear it. Finally, after all the narrators, the auction got to the point.

With a white gloved staff member holding a painted porcelain bottle in his hands, the enlarged details also appear on the large screen, ensuring that even the person sitting at the last table in the hall can see clearly.

"The first item we bid for today is a porcelain vase with a long neck produced during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. It is 23cm high, 12cm wide and 7cm in diameter. There are 77 big and small figures on it. It belongs to the top grade porcelain produced during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. The base price is 500000 yuan. One time, the price is 50000 yuan. Three times, there is no bidding. The item is sold. Now, please start bidding."

CEN Qinghe sat in the front position and didn't look back. She saw the auctioneer raise her hand to the back of her. She said in a correct voice: "No.36, the bid is 550000."

As the voice dropped, a sign was raised at the table in front of her right.

The auctioneer said, "on the 8th, bid 600000."

This scene is very familiar. She has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run. Cen Qinghe sits on a chair and looks like she has seen the world. In fact, she is always in a dark high mood. My mother, when she raises a brand for 50000 yuan, it's gone. When she asks the boss to come up at the barbecue shop, it's just like this.

All the room listened to the auctioneer's persistent offer. The last small porcelain bottle was sold for one million yuan. It was sold by the people at table 29.

CEN Qinghe is also embarrassed to look back. He doesn't know what kind of person he is. After he goes back, he can't explain to Cai Xinyuan and Jin Jiatong vividly.

"Thank you, Mr. 29. Thirty percent of the money raised from your photos today will be donated to poor areas for the construction of love schools."

There was applause under the stage. Cen Qinghe watched Cheng Jia and clapped her hands, and she quickly followed suit.

Later, the process was as usual. In the middle of the process, cen Qinghe opened the atlas on the table and found that all the photos of the objects to be taken today were recorded in the atlas. One of the words at the back was that of Cheng Jiahe and Liang Tongshu.

When his mobile phone was turned off, cen Qinghe couldn't see the time, so he just looked at the stage with a long-term attitude and listened to the auctioneer's introduction.

I don't know how long it took until the auctioneer introduced Liang Tongshu.

"The work we will introduce below is a regular script Buddhist Scripture written by Liang Tongshu, a great calligrapher of the Qing Dynasty. As we all know, Liang Tongshu was seriously ill in his later years, and his life was hanging on the line. Later, he was instructed by an expert and devoted himself to Buddhism, so he recovered from his serious illness. After his recovery, he devoted most of his energy to copying Buddhist scriptures, so Liang Tongshu's Buddhist scriptures are not only ordinary collections, but also used by many people to pray for good fortune. The original work of Liang Tongshu, which has been sold on the market before, has a hundred words and a million words. Today, this pair of words has a total of 299 words, with a starting price of three million. If you raise a card once, you can ask for 100000. "

Because of the high value of the collection itself, the bidding will also increase. When the auctioneer says that it is possible to bid, cen Qinghe instinctively glances at Cheng Jiahe. She thinks that Cheng Jiahe will immediately raise his brand. To her surprise, Cheng Jiahe's brand is on the table, and he doesn't mean to take it.

Other people in the hall have already started to bid. There are people everywhere who hold up their brands. One hundred thousand people add up, just like money is not their own.

The auctioneer was also tired. Cen Qinghe was afraid of his persistent offer. He turned around and said he was wrong.

"Mr. number one, 4.9 million." The auctioneer looked down to the stage, looking for the next person to raise the card.

In the middle, he listened for three seconds. Cheng Jiahe did not slow down. He even picked up the number on the table gracefully and lifted it up.

The auctioneer's eyes brightened and his hand reached out to this side. "Mr. No. 17, bid five million."

Table 1 immediately put up a sign again. The auctioneer said, "Table 1 is asking for 5.1 million."

Cheng Jiahe raised his plate again, "the price of the 17th is 5.2 million."

CEN Qinghe glanced at the position of Table 1. From her point of view, she could only see a man's back. The light was dim, and she could not distinguish anything.

But there's one thing she knows. It's rolling on both sides. Now only Cheng Jia and the man at table 1 are raising their cards to each other in the auction hall, and others have withdrawn from the bidding.

In the twinkling of an eye, the price had broken the 6 million mark. Cheng Jiahe raised the price to 6.1 million.

The auctioneer stood on the stage and spoke for nearly two hours. He was already tired of his vocal cords, but now he was excited by the two sides, and his voice became loud unconsciously.

"The price of table 17 is 6.1 million. Is there anything higher than 6.1 million?"

Everyone instinctively looks at table 1. The man raises his plate again, and the auctioneer makes an offer. Then Cheng Jiahe raises it again.

This is the second time that Cen Qinghe thinks Cheng Jiahe is really rich. The first time is when he is about to sign a contract without asking for a quotation.

The auctioneer's loud voice of bidding calls her scalp numb. Cen Qinghe sighs about the world of the rich. She really doesn't understand.

The money is not hers, but she is really distressed for these people. Why don't she write one for them?

Just thinking about it, Cheng Jia and his n-th hand raised, and the price was 6.6 million.

"Six million and six hundred thousand, sir, table one. Do you want more?" Auctioneers are all high, intuitive call to call table 1 man.

CEN Qinghe looks at the back of the man's head in the corner. He doesn't know when the fight will end, but the man doesn't raise his hand.

The auctioneer also stared at table 1 and said again, "6.6 million. Is there no one higher than 6.6 million?"

After waiting for a few seconds, the man at table 1 didn't raise his card. The auctioneer reported it three times in a row. In the end, Cheng Jiahe sold the Sutra of Liang Tongshu at a high price of 6.6 million yuan.

Applause came from the audience, because 30% of the money will be donated to the school.

Cheng Jiahe got what he wanted. Cen Qinghe said with a smile, "congratulations."

He returned with a smile, his eyes were always calm, as if the naked money fight had nothing to do with him.