The Ace Assistant

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

Cen Qinghe replied with a smile:" it's OK. I'm on holiday. Mr. Cheng must be very happy with your filial piety. "

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

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

When time came, they boarded the plane. Cen Qinghe looked at the screen before he turned off the phone. There was no missed call. She thought it over. If Shang Shaocheng called in the middle of the way, she still had to report it truthfully, so as not to catch her pigtail in the future.

From night city to Haicheng, I flew for two hours. After getting off the plane, a car came to pick them up and went straight to the venue of the auction.

After driving for half an hour, the car stops at the gate of a building similar to the venue. The driver comes down to open the door for Cheng Jiahe. He politely thanks him 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 the first time that she has participated in such an occasion. She has always heard of auctions before, but she does not know the specific process.

After entering the site, special staff led them to take the elevator upstairs. The auction was held in one of the exhibition halls on the third floor, which was not as exaggerated as Cen Qinghe thought. For example, the layout and size of this place reminded her of the word "private".

Yes, there isn't much space here. If you include the front display platform, it will be about 100 meters at most. There are separate round tables and seats from front to back, with 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 middle of the front, and the number of the table was 17.

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

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

"Yes, just a moment, please."

The exhibition hall is closed. The windows are covered with thick red flannel curtains. The hall is full of dim lights. I don't know. I thought I entered the bar.

CEN Qinghe sits quietly. Yu Guang looks at the people who come in from time to time at the door. Everyone is very low-key. There is no such state of being rich and powerful as the movie shows.

She couldn't help but turn her head slightly to Cheng Jiahe, lowered her voice and asked, "do you know who came to the auction today?"

Cheng Jiahe, cooperating with her, also lowered his voice and said, "I participated in it in my personal capacity. 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 to charity, it will have a positive impact."

CEN Qinghe nodded to show that he understood.

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

CEN Qinghe picked up the corner of his lips and said with a soft smile, "if I close the door and rob you, will I make a mistake?"

Cheng Jia and gentle reply: "we are friends, don't you rob me?"

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

After chatting with each other, the seats are almost full, and there are only more than 50 tables in total.

The auctioneer took the stage and presided over the stage. All the lights were only on the stage, and the stage was gloomy. It seemed that people deliberately wanted to ignore who was sitting down.

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

CEN Qinghe obediently took out the mobile phone, click open a look, there is no shangshaocheng did not answer the phone, it is estimated that he is busy, she has no time to report to him, first press the power off button.

The auctioneer on the stage gave a routine explanation of the process. It is estimated that 99% of the people under the stage are familiar with it. Only Cen Qinghe hears the excitement. Finally, the narration is over, and the auction is on the subject.

With a white gloved worker holding a painted porcelain vase in both hands, the enlarged details also appear on the large screen to ensure that even those sitting at the last table in the hall can see it clearly.

"The first item we are bidding for today is the porcelain vase with a long neck, which was produced during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. It is 23cm high, 12cm wide and 7cm in diameter. It has a picture of the market in early spring. There are 77 people of all sizes. It belongs to the top-grade porcelain painting during the reign of Kangxi. The bottom price is 500000, and the auction price is 50000 at a time. There is no bidding for three times. The goods are sold. Please start bidding now."

CEN Qinghe sat in the front position, did not look back, she saw the auctioneer raise his hand to indicate her back, the words are round and round: "No. 36, bid price of 550000."

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

The auctioneer said, "No. 8, bid 600000."This scene is particularly familiar. He has never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Cen Qinghe sits on the chair, looking like he has seen the world. In fact, he has been in a dark high. My mother, if you raise the brand for 50000, it will be gone. When she asks the boss to make a string in the barbecue shop, she has the momentum.

The last small porcelain vase, which was sold for one million yuan, was sold by people at table 29.

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

"Thank you, Mr. 29. 30% of the money raised from your photos today will be donated to poor areas for the construction of love schools."

Applause broke out under the stage, cen Qinghe was watching Cheng Jia and clapping hands, and she also quickly followed the clapping.

After that, cen Qinghe opened the atlas on the table, and found that all the photos of objects to be taken today were recorded in the atlas. Among them, a pair of characters slightly behind was the words of Liang Tongshu, which Cheng Jiahe said.

When the mobile phone was turned off, cen Qinghe could not see the time, so he looked at the stage carefully and listened to the introduction and explanation of the auctioneer with a long-term insight.

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

"The following work is a regular script Buddhist sutra written by Liang Tongshu, a great calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty. As we all know, Liang Tongshu was seriously ill in his later years and his life was hanging on the line. After being instructed by an expert, he devoted himself to Buddhism, so he recovered from serious illness. After he recovered, he spent most of his energy on copying Buddhist scriptures. Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures written by Liang Tongshu are not only ordinary collections, but also used by many people to pray for good luck. The original works of Liang Tongshu, which have been shot on the market before, are worth one million words. Today, there are 2999 characters in total. The starting price for auction is 3 million, and the bidding price is 100000 for a raise of cards. "

Because of the high value of the collection itself, the bidding price will also increase accordingly. When the auctioneer said that he could bid, cen Qinghe instinctively glanced at Cheng Jiahe. She thought Cheng Jiahe would raise his card immediately. To her surprise, Cheng Jiahe's brand was on the table, and he didn't mean to take it.

Other people in the hall have already started bidding, and there are people holding signs everywhere. They will increase the amount of money, just as the money is not their own.

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

"Table one, sir, for 4.9 million." The auctioneer looks down the stage looking for the next person to raise his cards.

In the middle also listened to so three seconds appearance, Cheng Jiahe action is not slow, even can be called elegant picked up the plate on the table, raised.

The auctioneer's eyes brightened and his hand reached out to this side, "Mr. 17, bid five million."

Table 1 immediately raised the sign, the auctioneer said: "Table 1 bid 5.1 million."

Cheng Jiahe raised his card again, "No. 17 is worth 5.2 million."

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

But there was one thing she could know, the sides were rolling. Now, only Cheng Jiahe and the men at table 1 are raising cards with each other in the auction hall. The others have withdrawn from the bidding.

In a flash, the price has broken the six million mark. Cheng Jiahe raised the price to 6.1 million.

The auctioneer stood on the stage and said for nearly two hours. Originally, his vocal cords were tired, but now he was excited by the two sides. His voice was high and high.

"Table 17 costs 6.1 million. Is there anything higher than 6.1 million?"

All people instinctively look at table 1, and the man lifts the card again. The auctioneer offers, and then Cheng Jiahe raises again.

This is the second time Cen Qinghe felt that Cheng Jiahe was really rich. The first time was when he would sign a contract without asking for an offer.

The auctioneer's high pitched bidding voice calls her scalp numb, cen Qinghe sighs the world of rich people, she really does not understand.

The money is not hers, but she is really distressed for these people. Would she write them a picture?

Is thinking, nearby Cheng Jia and N time raise hand, the price yelled to 6.6 million.

"6.6 million. Do you want more from table 1, sir?" The auctioneer is high and instinctively calls for the man at table 1.

CEN Qinghe looked at the back of the man in the corner. He didn't know when the fight was over, but the man didn't raise his hand.

The auctioneer also looked at table 1 and said again, "is there anything 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. Finally, Cheng Jiahe sold the Buddhist scriptures written by Liang Tongshu at a high price of 6.6 million yuan.

Applause broke out, 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 smiles back, his eyes are always calm, as if just that naked money fight, has nothing to do with him.www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!