Since Cui Jianbao had already regarded him and Tan Mingyuan as a team, and Tan Mingyuan had offended Cui Jianbao to death, Song Kanglai had nothing to worry about and stood up directly to start bidding.
His menacing look surprised many people.
But more people only sympathize with these two foreigners in their hearts.
Over the years, there have been many outsiders as brave as them.
They all behaved very well at the time, but in the end they were beaten to a knot in the forehead and left in despair.
Song Kanglai didn't care about that much, and he wasn't as easy to take advantage of as Song Kanglai. After raising the price to a more reasonable area, seeing Cui Jianbao still raising the price, Song Kanglai said: "I'll call the last price. If anyone follows, don't give up."
Two million seven hundred and fifty thousand."
After saying that, Song Kanglai sat down.
Cui Jianbao was hesitant, because he really had no interest in the blue and white porcelain, and he wanted to take part in the photoshoot because he wanted to disgust Song Kanglai.
Now Song Kanglai is only shouting out the last price. If he says it in front of so many people, he will not be farting. If Cui Jianbao wants to increase the price, he may have to spend a small three million to buy this thing home.
But if he didn't increase the price, he would be a bit embarrassed in terms of face, and others would think he didn't have the ability to compete.
To add or not to add, that is the question.
Just when Cui Jianbao was hesitating, the host of the auction had received special instructions. He knocked down the hammer three times in a row and shouted: "Congratulations to Mr. No. 705 for winning the blue and white porcelain collection!"
The auction was finalized, and both Song Kanglai and Cui Jianbao breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that Song Kanglai was happy to have bought something he loved. When Cui Jianbao no longer had to consider whether to increase the price or not, he shifted all responsibilities to the auction.
"Who made you fall? I didn't even have time to shout. Are you looking for trouble?" Cui Jianbao cursed.
The people at the auction also knew that what he said was purely to gain some face for himself, so as not to make people think that he did not dare to continue participating in the auction.
Therefore, the host and several staff took turns to say nice things and apologized for a long time. After giving enough face, Cui Jianbao was calmed down.
The auction house has a wide network of local contacts and is connected with everyone. No matter how arrogant Cui Jianbao is, he will not really compete with them over this matter.
He just stared at Tan Mingyuan and Song Kanglai, raised his middle finger, and cursed: "You two, just wait for me, I can make you stand and walk out, count on your ability!"
These words made Tan Mingyuan and Song Kanglai somewhat nervous, and He Zhen'ao even subconsciously sat aside, as if this way others could not see their relationship.
The calmest person was Jiang Zhihao, who was not worried at all.
Soon, the next collection was brought up and the bidding began.
Perhaps because he was so angry just now, Cui Jianbao came up and said: "I want this thing. If anyone dares to fight, I will kill him!"
The person in charge of the auction yelled angrily in the background, "This guy is too unruly. If he keeps messing around like this in your house, we can close the door and drink the northwest wind!"
At this time, a voice came into everyone's ears: "Seventy-nine thousand."
Everyone looked over immediately, and Jiang Zhihao also looked at him in the same way.
Jiang Zhihao laughed when he saw the ruthless man who had been sitting silently finally raising the number plate in his hand.
The scorching sun that threatens to kill the autumn grasshoppers finally appears.