Chapter 1 He is here

At Shenhai Fuxing Art Center, an ancient porcelain auction that has attracted much attention from the collection industry is underway.

Zhang Moyan, who was holding a tripod and pressing the shutter on the spot, didn't know that in 2 hours, she would write the first hot search for a network server crash in her career as a reporter.

Dong!

Another hammer fell in the atmospheric venue.

"Congratulations to No. 8023! 4.78 million yuan was sold as a slight melon-edged bottle in the Southern Song Dynasty official kiln!"

The auctioneer's high-pitched radio sound was deafening, and the game that spent a lot of money was full of blood. Experts and scholars at home and abroad and buyers with deep backgrounds gathered together, and applause was heard in a flash.

Zhang Moyan "hissed" and lowered her head and wrote something on the notebook. For the ninth time, she lamented that rich people are so crazy. The gap between the rich and the poor is breaking the defense. The money she can earn for most of her life is just the broken silver in someone else's pocket.

Suddenly, the camera colleague beside her, her male best friend, Jin Xueyang took a photo of her twice and signaled her to see the camera screen.

The camera is facing them 45 degrees, and there is a handsome man in a suit and ties holding his chest.

Jin Xueyang sighed: "It's rare. I have the opportunity to shoot the handsome face of the male god! Look, Pan Zheng Shun, Mr. Liu's appearance is the top 1 of the most handsome faces in Asia in my heart. No one can replace it for at least three years. It's just a pity that this male god can't get married early!"

Although Jin Xueyang is a man of gender, but... Zhang Moyan pushed his camera right: "Be careful that your male god will fire you."

Jin Xueyang straightened up and beat his sore waist twice. He was puzzled: "Mr. Liu has always been the one who is only at the scene of major news. He came here in person today and settled the organizer for us to report exclusively... Could it be that the secret porcelain today will really break the current auction record of ancient porcelain?"

Zhang Moyan looked at a brochure at hand. The beautifully bound cover was printed with a beautifully shaped lotus brush. The glaze color like lake water was green and soft, like ice and jade.

She nodded: "It is possible, after all, secret color porcelain is the ceiling of celadon in the Tang Dynasty. Before the excavation of the underground palace of Famen Temple in 1987, this kind of porcelain only stayed in the ancients' sporadic poems and songs. No one has seen it before, and no literature can confirm its existence. Even the ceramic world and the archaeological world once believed that the so-called "secret color porcelain" was simply a legend that caught the wind and shadow."

Jin Xueyang picked up the brochure and knocked it: "This lotus is a bumpy life experience. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Eight-Nation Alliance was plundered by the British. It lacked identity certificates and was not valued for half a century. It was not until the 1970s that a private collector was keen on his keen eyes and brought back to China."

The history in the early 20th century was a common spiritual trauma for the Chinese people. Zhang Moyan looked at the greener one on the sandalwood table on the platform, and his heart was mixed with pity.

Jin Xueyang flipped through the brochure: "I heard that this collector thought it was extraordinary when he first saw this lotus flower. After getting it, he took it to do a lot of appraisals, but he only confirmed that the age was the middle of the Tang Dynasty, and there was no conclusion in the kiln. It was not until the secret color porcelain of Famen Temple was regained that he suspected that the secret color porcelain in his hand might be the secret color porcelain, and then he found a relevant agency to compare it before confirming his identity."

"So it's really easy to get a horse from a thousand miles away, but it's hard to get a Bole!" Zhang Moyan sighed, then turned on his phone and edited the newsletter that had been written halfway before.

Jin Xueyang's visual stage: "The current record of 247 million ancient porcelain is created by Sotheby's Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Sky Blue Glaze Wash. Sky Blue Glaze Porcelain is famous for its color like rain over Sky Blue, and there are only a hundred pieces in the world, so it can be as expensive as that. This secret color porcelain..." He pointed his chin with his fingertips, "Can it also reach this value?"

Zhang Moyan was typing the words in his hand, and replied without hesitation: "Today, the starting price of this lotus wash is 160 million, which is very promising. And you see, some buyers have not raised their signs yet, so they probably came for it. Anyway, I have written all the news of whether to break the record or not, and we just need to report the results truthfully at that time."

"Thoughtful," Jin Xueyang gave Zhang Moyan a thumbs up, then looked around for a week and shook his head, "But people nowadays only like to watch some news about handsome men and beautiful women or curious things. Even if this secret color porcelain is sold at a sky-high price, the news popularity will definitely not be as high as yesterday's 'Eyebrow repair business'."

While speaking, Jin Xueyang pointed the camera at Mr. Liu: "Mo Yan, ask you a question!"

"Um?"

"If a man like Mr. Liu is single, will it attract you to take the initiative to attack? Look, he has a good family background, strong ability, and good looks. He is both civil and military, 1.68 meters long hair, fair skin and beautiful face..."

Zhang Moyan glanced at him.

Jin Xueyang immediately stopped and changed his words: "Oh, how could you Zhang Moyan chase a man? Even if I know you, you won't! Okay, don't glar, know that you only have the partner your parents have found for you - the great people's policeman Li Ming, you Zhang Moyan is loyal to him and has no other intentions!"

Jin Xueyang was joking, but Zhang Moyan's expression was settled.

Jin Xueyang didn't realize that something was wrong and continued to laugh at her: "You usually feel very cold to others, but I didn't expect you to be very serious."

indifferent?

This is the reason why Liming broke up!

Zhang Moyan turned around and couldn't help asking Jin Xueyang: "Do you think I'm indifferent?"

"Of course," Jin Xueyang fiddled with the camera, and answered simply without raising his head, "I have never seen anyone like you. Can you meet Liming Banyue once? To be honest, I and the neighborhood aunts in the community more times than you two."

Zhang Moyan was dissatisfied. Isn’t she dated Li Ming because Li Ming is busy with work? Can she affect the police work if she is fine?

Seeing that Jin Xueyang was seriously sipping the machine, she turned around in her stomach and lowered her head to slide the phone to the WeChat interface.

Liming's WeChat avatar is still at the bottom, and the conversation is still at the last message she sent him three days ago-

"Would you like to return the previous gift to you? They are all quite new and can be given to someone."

For three days, Dawn never replied.

So who is indifferent?

She doesn't understand.

Someone like her who even wants to return the gift to the other party even after breaking up is so indifferent?

Besides, didn’t her last WeChat message also imply that she asked him out?

Isn't this a restitution?

Isn't this cold?

Zhang Moyan's long eyelashes drooped, staring at the screen. A burst of applause came everywhere, and another collection was captured by someone. She quickly cut back to her work state and picked up her pen to record.

Next, porcelain from Longquan Kiln and Yaozhou Kiln appeared one after another, and the items auctioned became more and more exquisite, and the transaction prices were rising and falling.

After an hour of great excitement, it was finally the turn of everyone to look forward to the highlight - the Secret Porcelain Lotus Wash, debuting!

The venue was quickly noisy, with the crowds of people as loud as the vegetable market. The noise suddenly went silent after the lotus was washed and washed into the bulletproof glass cabinet in the center of the table.

Not long after, the ancient piano sound of the flowing water slowly rang out in the quiet venue. The close-up of this secret porcelain pen washing began to be played on the big screen, and the auctioneer's emotional voice also sounded in a low voice:

"The word "secret color" was first produced by the poem "Secret Color Yueqi" by the late Tang Dynasty poet Lu Guimeng. The glaze color as green as jade, and the closely combined glaze layer and body make the secret color porcelain a celadon variety that surpasses the famous kilns of the Tang Dynasty."

"This secret porcelain lotus in the Tang Dynasty is washed with a diameter of 21cm and a height of 6cm. It is shaped with the edge of the flower mouth. The bottom is round, the texture is as gentle as jade, and the lines are elegant and beautiful. It has gone through many fates and has been wandering overseas for decades before returning to its hometown. However, it is always perfect. At this moment, it is right in front of us, as if it is traveling through thousands of years and telling you and me the charm of the Tang Dynasty..."

The auctioneer explained with all his feelings, and the guests at the seat were filled with excitement.

As soon as the shooting started, several buyers raised their signs at the same time, and the competition situation was more intense than any previous piece of porcelain.

“165 million!”

“170 million!”

“175 million!”

Unlike the "258" bidding model adopted by the previous lot, this lotus brush adopts the extremely rare "5050" mode, which means that the default price is 5 million yuan per card.

The rules are so fierce that the price is so high, but every number is overwhelmed by a larger number in just a few seconds.

The auctioneer excitedly reported on the stage, while the bidders spent money off the stage. People's screams were astonished as the numbers, and the weight of the secret porcelain and the ability of the rich to pay were shocking.

When it reached 200 million, the bidding pace slowed down, and bidders successively withdrew from the competition. When it reached 240 million, there were few people in the audience.

"The first time 240 million is there, is there any additional one?"

The whole audience was silent.

The auctioneer confirmed again: "240 million second time!"

A silent wait.

Jin Xueyang murmured: "Did the secret color porcelain stop before this?"

Zhang Moyan was also a little anxious. Although he knew that he would not be popular, for a piece of news, it was better to break records than not to refresh them.

"245 million!!! No. 8047 bid 245 million!" Suddenly someone raised the card again.

The auctioneer was as excited as he discovered the New World: "245 million, this price is close to the current highest transaction record of ancient porcelain of 247 million! Can we continue to break through below? Is there any bid higher than 245 million?"

Stimulate.

How much does 245 million cost?

The money that ordinary people can't make in eight lifetimes, but the auctioneer doesn't think it's enough to beat the drums here.

"245 million first time!"

The auctioneer deliberately paused, and the feeling of a poor breath caught everyone's nerves. For a moment, expectation and despair each accounted for half of the silent air.

The venue was silent for a while.

Suddenly, "250 million!!!"

The auctioneer's voice burst into pieces, and a burst of thunderous exclaims passed by the audience.

"This is a new record!" The auctioneer who worked for 4 hours was filled with tears.

He seemed to have completed some arduous task, and he couldn't help but feel: "Everyone, this is a new record of ancient porcelain, this is a miracle brought to us by the secret porcelain! How lucky we have witnessed this moment with our own eyes."

Everyone was infected by the auctioneer's emotional voice and applauded and congratulated each other. No one noticed that the gilded gate behind the venue opened and closed, and a tall figure strode in.

"250 million first time!"

"250 million second time!"

The auctioneer's face turned red due to excitement. After calling the price for the second time, he quickly patrolled the venue for a week and raised the hammer in his hand: "Congratulations..."

"etc!"

The moment the mallet was about to fall, a bright male voice rose from the ground behind the venue.

The auctioneer held the hammer's hand and stopped in the air. The hustle and bustle of the venue were immediately suppressed, and all the enthusiasm suddenly faded away like a tide.

Although this sound is to stop the hammer, I will not panic when I think about it carefully.

Hundreds of people at the scene were about to climax. Who dared to curb everything?!

On and off the stage, their eyes were all looking back.
To be continued...