"After we see, if you encounter good collections, the original owner does not plan to get a card, let's take it!"
"Okay." Xiao Yun nodded with a smile.
However, the next auction of several collections is basically sold in the hypocritical form of "self -producing and self -selling".
After a few rounds, Xiao Yun saw a collection that made him bright -the Yongzheng blue and white porcelain bowl in the Qing Dynasty!
He is very interested in this kind of elegant collections. The main thing is that from the perspective of the show, this collection is very special.
This small porcelain bowl is not like an ordinary official kiln. It presents pure blue, and it is not like the rough, gray blue commonly found in the folk kiln.
It's very elegant.
Xiao Yun has a good eye about this small porcelain bowl. He feels that he sees it, just like seeing a clear and arrogant person.
On the stage, the auctioneer picked up the small porcelain bowl with gloves and showed it. I saw that its instrument was correct and the fetal bone was clear, which made Xiao Yun more and more heartbroken.
Coincidentally, after starting the bidding, Xiao Yun was surprised to find that the original owner of the collection did not have the intention of taking his own, and the starting price was not high, only 600,000.
"eighty......"
Xiao Yunxing raised the number plate, but the word "Wan" had not had time to say, but there was a discordant voice behind him.
"One million!"
Wu Yong, behind the obliquely, suddenly raised the number plate, and shouted in full.
The auctioneer on the stage looked at the voice and recognized Wu Yong's identity at a glance. Immediately, he had a respectful smile on his face and said:
"The two youngsters in the Wu family in Jiangzhou Province, the price is one million! Do you still have a higher price than this price?"
Seeing this, Chi Hong, who was sitting next to Xiao Yun, frowned, and looked back at Wu Yong at Wu Yong, scolded in his mouth and said, "Damn, what does this person mean?
The price is taken? "
According to the rules, even if Wu Yong wanted to bid, then he had to wait for Xiao Yun to finish the yell. He obviously saw Xiao Yun raised his number and the price was half -shouted. This way, the bidding directly was to be provoked!
Wu Yong was sitting behind the obliqueness of several people, only a row of seats in the middle. Naturally, he heard Chi Hong's muttering. He immediately showed a rogue smile, shrugged, and shouted loudly:
"Yo, isn't this the grandson of Mr. Chi Fei Bai? Well, how can I get dirty?"
"At this auction, aren't they all a group of people grab a collection? Those who have high prices will be obtained. If you like it, can't the bid?"
Wu Yong deliberately put on an innocent and confused expression, and saw Chi Hong's heart fire.
"Oh, Wu Er Shao is right. Everyone is here to offer love tonight. No matter who shoots this collection, the children in the mountains will be helped!"
"Come! Everyone, all of them act! No one bids higher than this million?"
The auctioner noticed the movement of the audience, and fought the round field with a smile, active at the atmosphere, mobilizing the enthusiasm of the guests, and continued to bid.
At this time, a person in the middle of the hall raised the number plate and said loudly: "The Demon Du Jinhui Trade also intends to give a little more love, the price is 1.5 million!"
Seeing this, Wu Yong smiled at Xiao Yun with a smile: "Yo, Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry! What you see now becomes 1.5 million starting!"