"Ms. Zhang, the person next door is obviously determined to win. We will continue to increase the price, I'm afraid..."
"Then... why not add a little more?"
puff……
Wang Yuming covered his mouth.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"I……"
Wang Yuming had a hard time talking about it, and he bit his tongue...
Feelings are still blaming myself for raising the price too little.
Wang Yuming calculated in his mind that he couldn't make Miss Zhang feel stingy. Anyway, the man next door was determined to win, and he probably would be surpassed if he raised the price, so he simply gave up.
The host was shocked. This had exceeded the highest price ever auctioned by the Chengfeng Chamber of Commerce.
Regardless of whether they were downstairs or upstairs, all the guests began to look at the window of VIP No. 14.
Wang Yuming stood next to Zhang Yuhan, with his hands behind his back, as if he were a master, enjoying the admiring looks of everyone without hesitation.
Even Bai Song couldn't help but look at him a few more times. No wonder he was able to stand next to Zhang Yuhan. He was indeed a rich man, so generous.
While everyone was looking at Wang Yuming, Wang Mingyou from the backcourt came out. He was also looking upstairs. He was also curious about who the VIP No. 14 was and why he was so wealthy.
It didn't matter at this glance, I discovered that the person in the VIP room on No. 14 was actually my son.
"Wang Yuming, why is it him? What...what does this bastard want to do?"
If he hadn't been in his own place, Wang Mingyou would have definitely rushed forward.
Wang Mingyou was so angry that he blew his beard, while Shishi upstairs was so angry that she only patted her chest.
I thought in my heart that I encountered a ghost today, why is it so bad?
It's just a painting. You can get it for a few hundred taels of silver on weekdays. Why do you have to fight with yourself today?
Forty thousand taels was already beyond Shishi's limit, and there was nothing she could do.
The little maid who followed Shishi said, "Sister Shishi, why do you need to fight for that one painting? There are so many paintings in the world, why don't we just change to one?"
"You don't understand!" Shishi said dejectedly.
"Sister Shishi must want that painting to give to Mr. Bai. If you want Mr. Bai to like it, it's better to ask Shan'er to paint a few paintings."
Shishi raised his eyebrows: "You paint? You don't know how much you are capable of?"
"It's not about how good the painting is, but what the painting is about."
The little maid leaned into Shishi's ear and said a few words, which made Shishi blush slightly and look shy, and finally she laughed slyly.
In the end, an ordinary picture of a beautiful lady was sold for 40,000 taels.
Zhang Yuhan showed a victorious smile and said sweetly to Wang Yuming: "Thank you, sir."
Wang Yuming held the window and waved his hand: "You're welcome."
Then my legs became weak.
Wang Mingyou below felt his heart twitch and almost fainted.
Forty thousand taels!
The annual revenue of the entire Wangjiabu business is just enough to meet this amount.
However, the auction will continue, and the signs of the Wang family and the Chamber of Commerce cannot be destroyed because of this incident. Wang Mingyou is already thinking about whether to use a whip or a stick at night.
Wang Mingyou now wants to recover his losses. His son spent 40,000 taels of silver in a fit of enthusiasm. Naturally, the father has to find a way to wipe his ass.
Wang Mingyou wiped his sweat and thought of the Japanese people who came to sell knives earlier.
The atmosphere at the auction is very lively now, and future items should be sold at higher prices than usual.
As the most popular samurai sword at the moment, you will definitely make a profit if you sell it now.
So Wang Mingyou went back to the Japanese VIP room to renegotiate the matter of selling knives.
Wang Mingyou no longer cared about Bai Song's reminder, but instead spent an extra thousand taels of silver and bought the samurai sword for eleven thousand taels of silver.
And the sword was temporarily placed behind the suppressed sword, and the starting price was 10,000 taels.
The auction came to an end, and the much-anticipated Japanese samurai sword was delivered to the exhibition stand.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually became solemn, because many of today's guests came specifically for today's samurai sword.
Because of this sword, there have long been rumors that this sword was made by a Japanese sword master, and it can be regarded as the best among Japanese samurai swords.
Not only is it indestructible, it can cut iron like clay, but it has even reached the legendary hundred times of refinement.
This sword was sold on consignment by members of the Japanese royal family, and it was given a domineering name - "The Best Sword in the World".
For this knife, many big figures in the capital paid attention, and some people who never came forward also sent representatives to participate in the auction.
As for the price of 20,000 taels, it is not a problem at all. Someone has prepared 50,000 to 60,000 taels in cash just for this last moment.
When the host finished the introduction in a serious manner, announced the starting price, and then suddenly lifted the black cloth on the wooden frame, the atmosphere fell into silence.
A section of the blade shook a few times on the knife stand, and then fell, leaving a solitary broken knife resting on the wooden stand.
The knife is broken?
"Nani?"
Bai Song clearly heard the Japanese people next door exclaiming.
Everyone sighed in disbelief.
Only Bai Song's face was a little red and a little embarrassed.
"Ah?" Lan Ting was so shocked that he opened his mouth, "Young master, look, how come this world's best sword is broken?"
"Ahem...that...that I know."
The little maid was silent in horror, completely unaware of the embarrassment on Bai Song's face.
"Isn't it said that the best sword in the world is indestructible? How could it be broken? It seems that it is all nonsense."
"Yes, it's just nonsense." Bai Song nodded in agreement.
He didn't expect it to be like this. After all, it was regarded as the pinnacle of the current knife-making craftsmanship. How could it be so fragile? When the two knives collided, they couldn't bear it even once and broke into two pieces.
When they were in the secret room, Bai Song cut off the knife and felt a little flustered. He carefully put the broken knife together and put it back into place, pretending that nothing happened.
She thought she was thick-skinned enough and would not be embarrassed by this, but when the matter was revealed, Bai Song couldn't help but feel guilty.
The auction fell into chaos because of a broken knife, and everyone was confused.
After reacting, some people couldn't help but cursed, saying that the Chengfeng Chamber of Commerce was teasing everyone and wanted the president of the Chamber of Commerce to give an explanation.
Wang Mingyou had just come out from the Japanese side with a knife, and he was dumbfounded when he encountered such a thing.
But unlike others, he knows more details.
This knife was good before, and only Bai Song had access to it before the auction started.
Apart from Bai Song, he couldn't think of any other possibility.
Now everyone is clamoring for someone to speak, and this matter is no small matter.
First of all, among the guests were representatives of some important figures, whose status was no lower than that of the Bai Song Dynasty.
Secondly, this knife is on consignment from the Japanese royal family. If the knife is broken, how can I pay for it?
This is not something that a small businessman like him dares to bear.
Wang Mingyou went directly to Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, should you give me an explanation for this broken knife?"