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Chapter 251: How is it an imitation?

Liu Yingying did not notice that Lu Fan, surrounded by bodyguards and under the admiration of hotel staff, walked into the banquet hall charmingly and sexily on high heels.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, Lu Fan turned around and took advantage of the chaos and walked in.

There are not many chairs in the auction house, and those who can sit here are those who have paid a deposit to the auctioneer in advance, or have had their capital verified and come to the scene to bid for items. They have read the auction list before coming, and they are rushing to a certain auction item.

Come here, most of the trading volume is often completed by these people.

Others are here to watch the excitement. Stand in the open space behind the hall. After registration, you can get a calling card in your hand, but the maximum limit cannot exceed one million. After this line, even if you shout until your throat breaks, you will only get the number.

can be considered invalid.

Lu Fan snuck in by himself, so naturally he didn't call the number cards, nor was he qualified to participate in the bidding. He could only stand boredly in the crowd, looking for Tang Huanxi's figure in the crowd.

Soon, she spotted two beautiful figures at the front of the crowd.

There is no need to search too hard, Yu Min won't say it. A top goddess like Tang Huanxi, no matter what occasion she attends, she doesn't need to do anything. Just standing there quietly is enough to be the center of attention for the entire audience.

focus.

When Lu Fan was hesitating whether to say hello to Tang Huanxi, the lights at the venue suddenly dimmed, and with the opening music playing, the charity auction party officially began.

The beautiful host, who was elegant and elegant, wearing a bright red cheongsam, walked onto the stage with a microphone, a professional smile on her face, and bowed slightly to the crowd.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the large-scale charity auction evening hosted by Liskar International Hotel. After friendly negotiations between the organizer and the auction item provider, 10% of the total transaction amount of tonight's auction will be

10. Donate to the impoverished villages and towns in the western mountainous areas to build school buildings and dormitories, and contribute warmth to the children in the impoverished mountainous areas..."

There was warm applause from the audience.

"Then the first auction collection on display now is an oil painting from the European Renaissance, a woodcut called "Angel" by the German painter Hans Holbein."

Several staff members wearing white gloves carefully lifted out a woodcut painting. Lu Fan was a little dazed when he saw the painting...

"Why is it an imitation?" He muttered subconsciously.

The people around him immediately cast disdain and contempt at him. This is one of the best charity auctions in Nandu. The people participating in the appraisal of the auction items are all the top experts in Nandu. The bidders are all children of Nandu's wealthy families. On such an occasion,

Imitation? It’s simply ridiculous.

But it's no wonder, what kind of eyesight can someone who can stand here and watch the excitement have?

At this time, the beautiful host walked to the woodcut and said with a smile: "That's right, Hans Holbein is a very famous genius figure painter in Europe, and his original works have already been collected by top private collections around the world.

Collection, and the one on display in front of us also comes from the Renaissance. August, the most outstanding disciple of Master Hans Holbein, spent three years preventing friction, and is known as the most beautiful Hans Holbein.

·Holbei's characteristic works were once sought after by collectors from all over the world after Hans Holbei's works became extinct, and he was also hailed as the second Hans Holbei by the collecting community."

"The starting price is five hundred thousand."

It was quiet all around.

Those who had ridiculed Lu Fan with their eyes before now turned around in shock and looked at this ordinary-looking young man.

At this distance and the darkness of the light, when they were even trying to see clearly what the woodcut was about, he insisted that the painting was a fake?

The key is to say it right!

In addition to opening his eyes, he is also a staff member of the auction, right?

definitely is.

After figuring out that Lu Fan was just a staff member of the auction, these people's eyes became calm and no longer focused on him.

Lu Fan completely ignored this. He would not say that the original painting was placed in his study in Beijing. It was his twelfth birthday and his mother brought it back to him when she bought a century-old private museum while traveling in Europe.

As birthday gifts, in addition to this pair, there were also more than a dozen other authentic works from various literary and artistic masters. He had long been accustomed to them, so naturally he had no intention of taking action and could not take action.

"Sir, our lady invites you to come over. Please come with me."

Just when Lu Fan was wondering how much this high-imitation replica could be fetched, a middle-aged man in a black suit came over and stood in front of him and said.


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