"Seven million six hundred thousand!"

Yang Luo raised his sign again.

"Eight million!"

Qiao Yongjie also raised a sign.

At this moment, everyone present also reacted.

It seems that Young Master Qiao is competing with this kid!"

Therefore, everyone stopped joining in and planned to watch the fun.

Yang Luo frowned and raised his sign again: "Nine million!"

"Ten million!"

Qiao Yongjie also raised a sign.

"Fifteen million!"

Just when Yang Luo was about to raise the sign, Su Wanqiu raised the sign first.

Yang Luo cured her myocarditis, and she was very grateful.

Now Yang Luo finally found something that she liked, but Qiao Yongjie jumped out to cause trouble, which made her very unhappy.

Seeing that Su Wanqiu actually helped Yang Luo raise the price, Qiao Yongjie was so angry that his chest heaved.

He gritted his teeth, raised the sign, and shouted angrily: "Twenty million!"

The scene was suddenly in an uproar!

Although this dragon-patterned jade is good, 20 million has exceeded the original value of the jade!

Just when Su Wanqiu was about to continue bidding, Yang Luo pressed the sign in her hand and said, "Forget it, this piece of jade is not worth so much."

Su Wanqiu said: "But don't you like it?"

Yang Luo shrugged and said, "I like it, but I didn't say it was necessary.

Let’s take a look later, there should be something I like.”

"All right."

Su Wanqiu nodded and did not continue to bid.

The female auctioneer glanced at everyone and saw that no one raised the bid, so she loudly said: "Twenty million for the first time! Twenty million for the second time! Twenty million for the third time!"

Boom!

Hammerfall!

"Congratulations to Mr. Qiao for winning the Western Han Dynasty Dragon Pattern Jade at a price of 20 million!"

A waitress walked up to Qiao Yongjie with a credit card machine.

Qiao Yongjie took out a bank card and swiped it coolly.

After that, the second lot was brought up.

The female auctioneer opened the red cloth and saw a picture scroll placed on the tray.

The two auctioneers opened the scroll and presented it to everyone.

This is an ink painting, with just a few strokes it perfectly outlines the light rain, green bamboos, birds, and rocks.

Through the scroll, everyone can perceive the quiet and elegant artistic conception in the painting.

The female auctioneer introduced: "This is the "Rain Bamboo Picture" painted by Tang Bohu, a famous painter in the Ming Dynasty. It is an authentic work of Tang Bohu.

There is also a poem written by Tang Bohu on the scroll. The poems and paintings are interconnected and complement each other. It is a treasure among ancient paintings..."

After hearing the introduction of the female auctioneer, there was a commotion at the scene.

After all, many people like Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings and want to take pictures of them.

The female auctioneer smiled slightly and said: "Okay, without further ado, let's start the auction now!

The starting price is 8 million, and each increase must not be less than 500,000!"

The voice has not yet fallen!

Everyone rushed to start bidding!

"Eight and a half million!"

"Nine and a half million!"

"Ten million!"

…

After many people shouted the price, Yang Luo raised the sign and shouted: "Fifteen million!"

"Xiao Luo, do you like this painting?"

Su Wanqiu asked.

"good."

Yang Luo nodded and said: "This is indeed the authentic work of Tang Bohu. It would be good if you can take a photo and collect it."

Su Wanqiu said: "Okay, if you like it, I'll shoot it!"

"Twenty million!"

As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, Qiao Yongjie raised the sign.

"Twenty-five million!"

Yang Luo frowned and raised the sign.

"Thirty million!"

Qiao Yongjie also raised the sign arrogantly.

"asshole!"

Su Wanqiu was immediately angry. She directly raised the sign and shouted: "Forty million!"

"Fifty million!"

Qiao Yongjie stood up directly and raised his head at Su Wanqiu.

Just when Su Wanqiu was about to continue bidding, Yang Luo shook his head and said: "Sister Wanqiu, there is no need to bid anymore. This painting is worth more than 30 million. If you keep bidding, it is not worth it."

"Don't you like this painting?"

Su Wanqiu frowned, and then said: "Besides, this guy Qiao Yongjie is obviously here for you, we can't show weakness!

Don’t worry, I’m not short of money!”

Yang Luo couldn't laugh or cry, "Sister Wanqiu, I know you have money, but this is not how you spend your money.

Since this guy is going to be taken advantage of, let him be the one to take advantage of."

Su Wanqiu narrowed her beautiful eyes and said: "Xiao Luo, this is not like you. In my opinion, you are not a master who can swallow your anger.

At the engagement party before, you knew Qiao Xudong's identity, but you still beat him up."

Yang Luo smiled evilly and said: "Who said we should swallow our anger? Since Young Master Qiao wants to play, let's play slowly with him."

"What's the meaning?"

Su Wanqiu looked confused, wondering what kind of medicine Yang Luo Hulu was selling.

Yang Luo chuckled and said, "Just wait and see."

"Is there any price increase?"

At this time, the female auctioneer asked loudly.

Everyone present stopped shouting the price.

After all, many people present also know antique calligraphy and painting, and know that this painting is not worth 50 million.

Seeing that no one was bidding again, the female auctioneer began to bang the hammer: "Fifty million for the first time! Fifty million for the second time! Fifty million for the third time!"

Boom!

Hammerfall!

"Congratulations to Mr. Qiao for winning another treasure, "Bamboo in the Rain"!"

The waitress holding the POS machine walked towards Qiao Yongjie again.

After Qiao Yongjie swiped his card, he glanced at Yang Luo and said loudly: "I advise some people to get out of here!

If you don’t have money, don’t come to the auction!

Not just any cat or dog can participate in such a high-end venue!”

After hearing Qiao Yongjie's words, everyone present naturally knew who Qiao Yongjie was talking about.
To be continued...