Live treasure appraisal: pick up a small leak of 100,000 yuan at the beginning

Standing in the crowd, Director Guan only felt that his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't even hold the phone.

Lin Shan, who was standing on the auction table, saw that Uncle Ma had made a bid, and he felt that his heart was beating wildly at this moment, almost jumping out of his chest.

Barely calming down his emotions, Lin Shan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned the gavel to point at Uncle Ma and said: "Uncle Ma bids seventeen small goals, seventeen small goals are ...... at a time

" Just called the price once, Lin Shan saw Curator Guan raise his hand again and said: "Eighteen small goals."

As soon as these words came out, there was a dull crashing sound at the scene, and the surroundings suddenly became riotous again.

Someone fainted at the scene, and the people around them hurriedly carried the fainted person out. As soon as he squeezed out of the crowd, another dull sound came, and someone passed out.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the dull sound of crashing continued to be heard. Seeing this, Ye Ran was immediately anxious, and he hurriedly rushed to the crowd and shouted, "Everyone, don't mess up. Move the fainted crowd out first. Don't move, or you'll get a stampede.

Ye Ran almost shouted at the crowd at the top of his throat, but fortunately, his words had an effect, and the crowd gradually calmed down. The people around him immediately stepped forward to help carry all the fainted people out.

Ye Ran took a look, and more than a dozen people were carried out of the crowd in just one minute.

He suddenly wiped the sweat from his forehead helplessly, and the spirit of everyone at the scene was extremely tense, and the slightest disturbance could cause a riot in the crowd.

After pondering for a while, Ye Ran thought that he couldn't go on like this, if someone fainted again, even if he shouted hoarsely next time, his voice might not be useful.

"Director Guan, can you come to the front? If you want to participate in the auction, you can come to the front, and the rest of the people will disperse. When

they heard this, they pondered for a moment, and then immediately did so. Ye Ran looked at the rest of the people and scattered all of them, looking for a place to sit down and rest, and only the curator stood in front of the small courtyard with his mobile phone.

This means that everyone has given up the auction, and only Director Guan and Uncle Ma are left to participate in the auction.

Seeing that the crowd had all dispersed, Ye Ran breathed a long sigh of relief.

Curator Guan was trembling at the moment, and Zheng Jinfeng, who was opposite, still didn't give him an answer. He was gambling, if Zheng Jinfeng didn't reply to himself, he wouldn't have enough funds to come up with these eighteen small goals.

If this is the case, he can only choose to refuse to pay after the auction is over, although there is no legal clause in the private auction, and the average collector will not be able to say anything about it.

But behind Director Guan is the Jinling Museum, and if this matter spreads, the reputation of the Jinling Museum will stink.

At this moment, Director Guan was already extremely anxious, and he said anxiously after coming to the front of the small courtyard: "Damn, Lao Zheng, I count three counts, if you pretend to be dead again, this matter will be invalidated immediately." One...... Two," just as the curator was about to count to three, Zheng Jinfeng suddenly said: "

Hey, old Guan Bei, the funds for the seven small goals have been transferred to your museum's account."

I went to go through the formalities just now. These seven small goals are the funds of our museum this year.

I heard how there is an auction where you are now? Is there an auction?" Zheng

Jinfeng didn't speak just now because he hurriedly summoned the staff to go through the transfer procedures, and he transferred all the funds to the account of the Jinling Museum in the shortest possible time.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Zheng Jinfeng heard the countdown to death from Director Guan.

Zheng Jinfeng naturally learned about Ye Ran's discovery of the treasures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and Zheng Jinfeng, who had never watched the live broadcast, watched Ye Ran's live broadcast all night, and was naturally shocked and had nothing to say.

Especially today, when Ye Ran pried open the last twelve boxes and took out the twelve statues from them, Zheng Jinfeng immediately couldn't sit still.

But he couldn't go to the scene in person, so Zheng Jinfeng found a local collector he knew well in Jinling and asked him to help him take pictures of the twelve statues.

The two sides have been communicating on the phone, and the collector naturally saw that Director Guan also told Zheng Jinfeng the specific situation.

But the competition on the scene was too fierce, and the price was quickly pushed to ten small targets.

Zheng Jinfeng knew that it would be wishful thinking to acquire the twelve statues with the museum's funds, so he asked the collector to withdraw from the auction.

Zheng Jinfeng naturally understood that the reason why Director Guan agreed to lease to him the things that had never been exhibited in the warehouse of the Jinling Museum was naturally to raise money to take pictures of the twelve statues.

Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zheng Jinfeng naturally would not give up, and even ordered someone to transfer money.

"Lao Guan, don't talk about it, I've already transferred the money. I've had money lately, so you see when we're going to have a handover ceremony.

Curator Guan smiled bitterly when he heard this, he had been robbed twice in this afternoon's work, and at the same time he had to face the strong competition of Uncle Ma, and his mind had already exhausted his limit.

At this moment, he didn't bother to talk to Zheng Jinfeng quickly, he just said: "Whatever." With that, he hung up the phone.

Lin Shan on the stage had already called the price three times at the moment, and saw that the gavel in his hand was about to fall. Seeing this, Uncle Ma immediately coughed and said, "Eighteen small goals are 50 million."

The people around who were originally sitting on the ground immediately stood up when they heard Uncle Ma bidding again, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also extremely excited at this moment.

Curator Guan was also helpless, although he now had money in his account, he was heartbroken at the thought that half of the museum's collections and all the collections in the warehouse would be borrowed by others, but Curator Guan also understood that now was not the time to think about this.

He raised his head, sorted out his emotions and said directly, "Nineteen small goals."

Before Lin Shan on the stage could speak, he heard Director Guan bid again, he boasted that he had handled hundreds of auctions, but he had never seen such a scene.

Liu Zhenwei on the side also recovered, he saw that Lin Shan's forehead was full of beads of sweat, obviously the pressure had reached the extreme, so he leaned over to replace it, and then raised the gavel and pointed at Director Guan and said,

"Jinling Museum bid nineteen small targets." Nineteen

small goals," Uncle Ma turned his head and glanced at Director Guan beside him, sighed, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then raised his hand and said:

"Don't waste time, twenty small goals......

Seeing that the price increase was directly counted by small targets at this moment, not only the people on the scene, but the audience in the live broadcast room was going crazy.

"Damn, twenty small goals.

"Uncle Ma is arrogant.

"I think it's almost the limit, and then it's up to us to see what the bottom line of the two sides is.

"Add a price directly to a small target, I know that Uncle Ma is worth hundreds of small targets, but this is too arrogant.

"It looks like there's a bloody battle between the two sides."