The auction items continued to be delivered one by one, and Mr. Chen commented on each item, taking the exam for Yuncheng. The two of them talked a lot, leaving Zhou Manrou and Lin Heipang completely speechless.

"The auction item below is one of the things I have said I am excited about." The auctioneer Seri immediately untied the red cloth and motioned to the two waiters to pick it up, "That's it.

The author of this scroll is unknown, but its painting skills are top-notch. It belongs to the cultural relics of the early Ming Dynasty of China, and based on the numerous information we have consulted, it seems that there is a big secret hidden in this scroll."

The auctioneer's words were very affectionate: "Although we don't know what the secret is, according to the consensus of various experts, this scroll is priceless. We have no bottom price or bottom line for increase. Everything depends on you personally."

Willingness. All the gentlemen and ladies here, each of you has an adventurous spirit, aren't you attracted by this charming picture?"

“Start bidding now!”

"10 million." Soon someone pressed the button.

…

"Little Hei Fatty, look at this scroll, do you have anything to say?" Mr. Chen frowned, looked at the TV screen, and enlarged the scroll.

Lin Heifang was stunned for a moment, and after watching carefully: "Mr. Chen, can I take a picture of this scroll?"

"Is it genuine?" Mr. Chen's tone seemed to be asking himself.

Lin Heipang nodded heavily: "It is absolutely genuine. This writing power can only be controlled by Wang Ningzhi, the son of Wang Xi in history."

"Wang Ningzhi?" Yuncheng frowned, "Historically, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is considered a national treasure, but why does his son like to paint? And this kind of landscape painting?"

Mr. Chen also frowned and looked at Lin Heifang.

The muscles on Lin Heipang's face trembled, and his whole body became excited. Even though he was wearing clothes, people could still feel the greasy smell of his fat body.

"Brother Yun, you may not know this. Wang Xizhi has three sons. Among them, the only ones who are more outstanding are Wang Huizhi and Wang Xianzhi, because they inherited Wang Xizhi's brushwork. But there are few people. His youngest son Wang Ningzhi is indeed a genius.

Genius." Lin Heipang seemed to be searching for Wang Ningzhi's information in his mind, and paused for a moment, "Our descendants only know that Wang Ningzhi was an internal historian of Kuaiji, but that was also when Tianshi Tao was flourishing.

And this Wang Ningzhi particularly believed in Tianshi Dao, so he gave up painting and started painting. However, it is recorded in history that he seemed to have died at the hands of Sun En, the leader of Tianshi Dao, but according to what I have collected over the years

Judging from the situation, Sun Enshi had already let Wang Ningzhi go and killed only a scapegoat."

"You are an expert in this area, we are not as good as you, but how did you judge it?" Yuncheng looked at Lin Heipang with confusion. He also liked calligraphy very much, and had also copied Wang Xizhi's copybooks, but about these

I haven't really studied the history in detail.

"Ahem..." Lin Heipang's voice suddenly became a little softer. Looking at the bidding on the TV screen, he couldn't say that he was not in a hurry. "Over the years, the tomb robbing industry in our country has been rampant, but knowing the goods

There are very few people. I happen to have a painting by Wang Ningzhi. I didn’t know it at first. I bought it for only 100 yuan. Later, when I had nothing to do, I found out the information. However, there are very few paintings by him, and

It’s not well-known, and many people don’t know it.”

Chen Laoyi frowned: "Little Hei Fatty, you actually collected it. No wonder you swear so confidently. Your old guy doesn't know about it? Then, in your opinion, how much is this scroll worth?"

Zhou Manrou was also confused: "Boss Lin, is it true that the auctioneer said there is a big secret?"

"It's probably just a gimmick, so I can't count it." Yuncheng said casually.

Lin Heipang laughed twice: "Brother Yun, you are wrong this time. This secret may be true, but what the auctioneer said is probably a gimmick." Seeing everyone looking at him, Lin Heipang sneered.

After a moment, "Actually, I'm not sure, but according to my research over the years, Wang Ningzhi was very superstitious about the Tao of Heavenly Masters, and even practiced the so-called elixir of immortality. His tomb is still unknown. As for what it is,

The secret is probably related to that pill."

Yuncheng sneered disdainfully: "It's really a gimmick!"

"Haha." Mr. Chen also smiled and said, "Hei Fatty, take pictures if you like. I think it's quite lively outside, but there are only a few people in the private room participating, so I guess there won't be any problems in taking pictures."

When the fat man heard this, he immediately laughed, immediately wrote down a series of numbers, and pressed the blue button.

"40 million, the bid in small box No. 8 is 40 million US dollars. Is there anyone with a higher bid?" The auctioneer looked at a number that suddenly flashed on the stage. He was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly, everyone in the venue was a little surprised. After a few seconds of silence, the auction price soared rapidly.

"What...what's going on?" Lin Hei, the fat man, was immediately dumbfounded. Yuncheng was also surprised for a moment, but the expression on his face passed in a flash. Zhou Manrou was not much better, even though she was from the beginning to the end.

It was a look of astonishment.

"This...I forgot to mention it. There seems to be a convention at this venue. As long as something is shot in a small private room, it can arouse a lot of people to fight for it. But it depends on the time. Many people will be fierce at the beginning.

Bidding, because they know what the people in the private room need, they can't afford it." Mr. Chen slowly blew the hot tea in his hand and said casually.

"Ah..." Lin Heifang was speechless for a moment, "Mr. Chen, you... you are really hurting me. How can I... how can I bid for this."

"That's it, that's it." Mr. Chen waved his hand and directly pressed the blue button, and a series of numbers were sent out while Lin Heifang was stunned.

"100 million U.S. dollars! The bid in small private room No. 8 is 100 million U.S. dollars. Is there any higher price?" The auctioneer was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the number on the screen. His voice was very sharp, and his whole face turned red with excitement.

Everyone in the venue was excited. Starting from 40 million, in just a few seconds, the price soared to 100 million U.S. dollars. Many people shook their heads. Although they knew that this scroll was indeed good, 100 million U.S. dollars

Buying a painting still scares many people away.

"Isn't there any more? Isn't there any higher price?" The auctioneer looked at the intimidated expressions of everyone at the venue, but he was not disappointed. On the contrary, he was able to sell something worth 100 million US dollars in the morning. This was a grand event before.

Nothing.

"Mr. Chen, what are you..." The fat man was about to speak, and just as the hammer in the auctioneer's hand was about to knock down, suddenly a number popped up on the screen again.

"Three hundred million U.S. dollars. The bid in private room No. 300 million U.S. dollars!" The auctioneer's entire face turned red.

Yuncheng frowned: "Hei Pang, don't want this painting anymore, it's no longer worth it."

Lin Heifang blinked, nodded, and smiled bitterly: "Brother Yun, do you think I have the ability to come up with $100 million?"

"Little Heipang, you have to think carefully. If you don't want it, I won't take the picture." Mr. Chen said this calmly and looked at Lin Heipang indifferently.

"No, no." Lin Heipang smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, please stop playing with me. How can I get so much money? I don't dare to ask for it, otherwise I will be beaten to death by my father when I go back."

No."

"Okay, this is up to you..."

As soon as Mr. Chen's words hit the ground, the auctioneer's hammer immediately dropped: "Okay, please ask the guests in the private room to send someone to pick up this painting. The price of 300 million, our waiters cannot afford to pay." The auctioneer

It was a joke, which made many people in the venue burst into laughter.

Soon the door to the box number opened, and many people looked at the figure who walked out with envy. This person's figure also appeared on the TV screen.

Yuncheng was stunned when he looked at the person on the screen. It was him! Is it the foreigner who was followed by the Eagle Team in the venue, the foreigner who talked to the Eagle? He is actually still there? Yuncheng's mind was wandering at this moment, and his brows were furrowed.

, his face changed slightly. Although he only saw this person's face from the side at the venue, Yuncheng believed that he would not admit it wrong, and the skull pattern was looming in the hands he took over the scroll.

"Mr. Chen, can anyone book this private room?" Yuncheng turned to ask Mr. Chen. In fact, this question has been lingering in Yuncheng's mind for a long time.

Mr. Chen opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Yuncheng lightly: "This is not necessarily the case. Except for private rooms 1 to 10, the rest can only be reserved by people with a certain identity and status. Generally speaking, they must be rich or not.

It’s expensive. As for the private room numbered 1, I can’t tell you that for now.”

Fatty Lin Hei was also stunned and looked at Yuncheng with the same confusion, obviously he also knew nothing.

Yuncheng half-squinted his eyes, obviously thinking about the other meaning of Old Chen's words, but in a blink of an eye he looked at Zhou Manrou, and then looked at Old Chen with a questioning look, but saw that he was completely indifferent.

, which also suppressed the doubts in my heart.

Soon, the foreigner returned to the private room. As soon as the door of the private room was closed, the auction continued. After eating the papaya, Zhou Manrou continued to hold Yun Cheng's arm. Although her eyes were still surprised, she seemed to have become numb.

Regarding what she saw and heard today, this smart woman has never exceeded the slightest.

Another item was auctioned off, and the auctioneer became excited again: "The following thing is naturally one of my favorite things. This thing is very special, very, very special, so special that it cannot be described in words.

"The auctioneer unveiled the red cloth, and a crescent-shaped jade plaque suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

Yuncheng was stunned immediately, and the tea cup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He hurriedly touched the white cloth roll he carried with him. However, after touching the crescent-shaped jade plaque, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. There was doubt and confusion in his eyes.

The surprise has not dissipated...

(Due to network problems yesterday, I was unable to update on time. I apologize. Now I will change the update time. The first update will basically be at 17 o'clock, and the second update will be at 22 o'clock. As for the time of the outbreak... please stay tuned.
Chapter completed!