Rebirth: Doctor King in City

However, after Mo Rann's father died, her Treasure Pavilion had already become fat in the eyes of everyone around him. Under the suppression from the competitors again and again, her liquid funds were already extremely limited.

Putting everything aside, Mo Rann still owed him over ten million, so Mo Rann was not very confident right now.

"Seven million. If we can't get the seven million, then we can only look for another chance." Mo Rann estimated the amount of money she could transfer and sighed.

Liu Deyong nodded, he felt that this price of 7 million was enough for this painting.

With regards to the psychological price of his employer, Liu Deyong, as a palm eye master, actually didn't need to pay too much attention to it. After all, his duty was only to eye slap, to be able to confirm whether this calligraphy piece was real or fake, he had already completed his duty.

However, as Mo Xuan's good friend, he saw that his good friend's only daughter was in a difficult situation. If Mo Rann really couldn't gather sufficient funds, she wanted to help.

As time passed, the surroundings gradually became full.

Yang Chen looked around and saw that most of the people in front of him were old men. There were also a few middle-aged men who were dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, either handmade or custom-made cheongsam. From their bearing, it seemed that most of them were the potential customers who came today.

Counting the number of seats in the auction hall, there were only fifty or sixty people. Yang Chen asked: "Isn't the auction in the movie where hundreds of people are sitting together?

Mo Rann rolled her eyes and said: "You said that it would be an auction, and there's nothing that wouldn't be auctioned. But here, the main auction item is still the traditional jade talismans and paintings made from the treasures of the China, which are usually not here, and furthermore, the people who can enter here are either rich or noble, how many people do you think have such a position in the River City, and today, there are already quite a few who can come here. Everyone is talking about face, why are you making such a ruckus here?"

Liu Deyong then continued, "Among all the people here, just taking a few and putting them on the outside would be enough to make your River City tremble a little, so when many people are free, they would come over to take a look, and even if it is not to enjoy the literary and video games, it would allow them to expand their social circle."

After Yang Chen heard this, he laughed at himself. He felt that although the nightclub he used to play with was a little intoxicating, compared to this kind of place where all the nobles could be killed in one fell swoop, it was something that his previous self couldn't hope to reach, right?

"Thank you all very much for coming. I am Su Jinxuan. As the host of this exchange, I have the honour to greet you all on behalf of our Manager Su." A beautiful woman wearing a goose-yellow qipao walked to the middle of the open space. She first gracefully bent down before standing up, revealing her smooth calves and white, clean neck. She spoke with a charming smile.

"Pervert, can you control yourself in this place?" Mo Rann looked at Yang Chen with a perverted look and said unhappily, but she did not know whether this unhappiness was due to him losing face or was due to him being displeased, or whether Yang Chen was dissatisfied with the other females showing this expression.

"Ahem, this auction's style isn't bad. Even a host of the auction has been chosen?" Yang Chen laughed awkwardly.

Mo Rann wrinkled her nose and said: "This is the owner's daughter, she has been following her father to appraise antiques since she was young, being a host is one of his interests." After saying that, she looked at Yang Chen and laughed, "If you can marry her back home, then tomorrow, you will become a little rich person with great River City."

Yang Chen curled his lips and said: "Everyone loves beauty, but being a small rich person is nothing to me. If it was you, I would still consider it." With that, he looked at Mo Rann teasingly.

Mo Rann was quiet, at times she could not understand what Yang Chen was thinking. Facing tens of millions of jades, he could just give them to her casually, and even if she wanted to pay for them, he could make her pay in instalments, and the first instalment only cost 100 thousand yuan.

But sometimes, he would also display his fervent desire for money. When James expressed that he was willing to offer 4 million as a medical fee for treating his son's cerebral palsy, Yang Chen really wanted to pounce on him.

Shaking her head, Mo Rann stopped thinking about Yang Cheng. She felt that she might not understand this man, but due to Mo Rann's curiosity, she couldn't help but want to explore this mysterious man.

Today, our first auction item is a painting of a cattle plow by the Tang Dynasty painter Han Heng-heng. Everyone knows that the Tang Dynasty writer Han Heng-heng is a scholar. He has a lot of talent in calligraphy and craftsmanship, and he is skilled in painting characters, customs, horses, cattle, sheep, and donkeys. Today, he is the one who produced the plow. If anyone wants to go up and investigate, they can come up now.

As Su Jinxuan finished speaking, a dozen old men with white beards and wearing Tang suit stood up and clasped their hands at each other. They lined up according to their seniority or status, and went up to watch one by one.

Liu Deyong, on the other hand, sat beside Mo Rann, and spoke in a low voice. Although this Tillotine wasn't their goal today, as the owner of Treasure Pavilion, Mo Rann still needed to know some knowledge about calligraphy and paintings. Otherwise, how would she open an antique shop?

And as Mo Xuan's good friend, Liu Deyong was naturally willing to pass some of his experience to Mo Rann at this time.

As Yang Chen sat beside him, he took this opportunity to fill his ears with blessings and gain some understanding of the painter.

Alright, since all the masters have returned to their seats, everyone who is interested can start bidding for one million, with each bid increasing by no less than 100 thousand.

When Su Jinxuan saw that the other masters had finished appraising, the last one had already sat down on a chair with a smile on his face and walked over to the side of the painting.

"1.1 million!" A middle-aged man who seemed to be rather wealthy made the first bid.

"1.5 million!" Another middle-aged man in a Chinese suit raised the price by 400 thousand.

But soon, the bid of 1.5 million was drowned out by the dust and dust from the bidding. Soon, the bidding price of this cattle farming map reached 1.8 million.

"Why is this thing so valuable?" Yang Chen looked at the excited crowd and was a little surprised. In his previous life, although he helped Xu Guoyi organize the calligraphy, he did not think it would be so valuable.

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