Wu Fan looked bored and waited for his calligraphy work to be taken out for auction.

Wang Ziming was also waiting, but unlike Wu Fanguang, he occasionally quoted prices, but he did not encounter anything he particularly liked, so the quotes were just for the purpose of participating and did not have to buy them.

However, this situation changed when I saw an ink painting.

When this ink painting called "Spring Mountain Bird Picture" was presented, Wu Fan clearly felt that the eyes of the prince beside him were lit up a little.

"Everyone, what is auctioning now is this 'Spring Mountain Bird Picture'. Its author is Li Yanzi, a master of the Tang Dynasty. Li Yanzi's ink paintings occupies a very high position in the entire history of ink painting. This 'Spring Mountain Bird Picture' was written at its peak. I believe that even if I don't say it, you can understand that the use of this ink is exquisite and graceful, the characters are portrayed vividly, and the atmosphere is rendered just right..." The auctioneer has already introduced this work on the stage.

After the introduction, the interested person went up to observe the situation close, and Wang Ziming took the initiative to take the initiative.

Wu Fan found that in addition to Wang Ziming, there were also many other people at the scene, with an interesting expression on their faces. Wu Fan threw it on with an appraisal technique, and the result...

After everyone returned to their seats after watching, the auctioneer spoke again.

"Okay, without further ado, we will start auctioning now. The starting price of this painting is 10 million! Each increase must not be less than 100,000! The auction begins!"

"One thousand one hundred thousand!"

"I'll pay 10.2 million!"

"One thousand and half million!"

......

"One,2,500,000!"

......

With the start of the auction, the price of this ink painting also soared. From the 10 million yuan of auction, it quickly soared by more than 20 million yuan, but the upward momentum was still very strong.

Unlike the random quotes in the previous few times, Wang Ziming was obviously much more serious this time, with a focused expression, and raised the sign in his hand again and again.

"My old man likes to collect ink paintings very much." Wang Ziming seemed to feel Wu Fan's gaze and explained casually: "Especially this work of Li Yanzi, I like it very much. This time I encounter it rarely, and I cannot let it go easily."

Although Wang Ziming was talking to Wu Fan, his eyes were a kind of ink painting held in the hands of the etiquette lady that had not left the stage, which showed his importance to this work.

Wu Fan understood why Wang Ziming valued this painting so much, but this painting...

Wu Fan was about to say something to Wang Ziming when suddenly a slightly rampant voice sounded at the scene.

"I'll pay 25 million!"

As soon as the voice came out, the scene suddenly fell into a brief silence. Many people looked at the bidder, and Wang Ziming and Wu Fan were not surprised.

You should know that the last offer was only 22 million. As soon as this person opened his mouth, he directly added 3 million, which was much larger than the previous offer. This quotation method shows that the other party is not short of money, and the other point also shows that the other party is determined to win this painting.

There is another situation, that is, the last person who quoted 22 million was Wang Ziming!

"It's him?" After seeing the person who quoted, Wang Ziming frowned unconsciously.

"Who?" Wu Fan asked curiously. Although he had seen the man's appearance, he did not know the other person.

"Jiang Yu! The eldest son of the Jiang family!" said Wang Ziming, with a little contempt and disgust in his tone.

When Wu Fan saw Wang Ziming's expression, he knew that the relationship between them must be not very good in normal times.

After quoting the price, Jiang Yu also looked at Wang Ziming, with a little arrogance and hostility on his face and said, "I know that Mr. Wang's father likes Li Yanzi's ink paintings. Logically, I shouldn't have fought with Mr. Wang, but it's really a coincidence that my father also likes Master Li's ink paintings, so I can only take away my love with him and hope Mr. Wang understands it."

He said that he hoped Wang Ziming would understand, but the expression on Jiang Yu's face did not look a little embarrassed, but instead he was a little provocative.

Wang Ziming's face looked a little ugly and replied, "Mr. Jiang, why has your father's hobbies changed? Have you fallen in love with this kind of elegant thing? Didn't he always like gambling? I heard that last week, I lost tens of millions in the sea and almost lost even my underwear. Do you still have money to buy this painting now?"

Jiang Yu's face became a little gloomy and he said with a cold face: "Ten millions are just a drizzle for our Jiang family. As long as I am willing, I can buy ten paintings like this!"

"Is that true? But today you may not even be able to buy a single one!" Prince Ming replied.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, full of gunpowder. As for the others at the scene, they all had a good understanding of the grievances of the two, and they all had the attitude of watching the show and did not interrupt.

"Don't be impatient, let's continue to auction." The auctioneer came out to smooth things over, and he was secretly happy in his heart. When the two of them fought, the final transaction price of the painting would definitely not be low: "Now Mr. Jiang has bid 20 million and 5 million, is there anyone who bids higher?"

Although the auctioneer said that, his eyes were looking at Wang Ziming, obviously waiting for Wang Ziming to bid. There were many other people at the scene, and they were also waiting for Wang Ziming to speak.

"Two six million!" Wang Ziming did not disappoint everyone, and soon offered a new price, one million higher than Jiang Yu's.

"Two eight million!" As soon as Wang Ziming finished speaking, Jiang Yu's offer followed, and it was two million higher than Wang Ziming's.

Many people at the scene saw the smell of gunpowder between the two and wisely withdrew from the competition. However, some people were still involved because they also liked this painting very much.

Under the competition between our side, the price quickly reached 40 million!

At this time, except for Wang Ziming and Jiang Yu, everyone else had given up the competition. Even those who liked this painting no longer offered, because everyone's valuation of the painting was only about 40 million, and now it has reached the psychological price of everyone. Jiang Yu and Wang Ziming had not yet wanted to give up, and the others knew that they had no chance.

"Four thousand one million!" Wang Ziming spoke.

"Mr. Wang's offer of one million or one million is too stingy. Are you going to have no money in your pocket? If not, I can lend you some." Jiang Yu said, and then he also quoted his new price: "Four thousand and five million!"

Four thousand five million!
Chapter completed!