The album marked the price of this mahogany folding fan from Zhou Shijie in the Qing Dynasty as between 500,000 and ? Jiang Se could see the real price of this folding fan, and Feng Zhongliang could see it too.
This amount of money was like a drop in the bucket for him, and he felt a little sorry for Jiang Se's wallet.
"Don't worry."
The host on the podium was introducing the next product. In the VIP seats, Jiang Se and Feng Zhongliang were talking quietly:
"For this dinner, Sister Chaoqun asked me to donate a sum of money, and it happens to be this amount."
She stretched out her finger and made the number 'eight'. When Feng Zhongliang saw her outstretched hand, he was thoughtful at first, and then a little confused.
Jiang Se was not born into a wealthy family, but she seemed to be very familiar with gatherings like those at auction houses, and she seemed to have attended them many times before.
She should have an idea of the value of Zhou Shijie's mahogany folding fan, so she gave an accurate figure of "800,000", proving that she had some knowledge of these things.
These circumstances are not consistent with her background.
"I have to donate it anyway. It's a waste of money to buy clothes and jewelry that I don't need. I might as well buy something meaningful."
If we say that in the past, the relationship between the two was unfamiliar, and he looked down upon someone, even if the person held an expensive item in front of him, he would not even look at it.
But at this time, Jiang Se said he wanted to give him a gift, which would be a valuable item in the eyes of ordinary people, but Feng Zhongliang found it difficult to associate the folding fan with a price.
At the party, the girl opened her bright eyes and smiled:
"It's May now, and it will be hot for several months. You can take your folding fan, sit under the grape trellis at home, make a pot of tea, read a book, and fan yourself. Isn't that killing time?" Her words made Feng Zhongliang stunned. Before he could say anything, Jiang Se said:
"Don't you always say that it's too hot in the summer? You say that the air-conditioned room is not as comfortable as the outdoors."
"Did I say that?"
The back of Feng Zhongliang's hand trembled, and his cheeks clenched and unclenched. He had often said these words in front of Feng Nan before, but had he mentioned them to Jiang Se
Jiang Se had a lot of interactions with him, even after he fell and injured himself last year. The two of them were not so close from the beginning. Did he say these words to Jiang Se last summer
He turned to look at Xiao Liu who was sitting on the other side. Jiang Se took a look at the list and decided to buy this mahogany folding fan. Even if someone else competed for it later, he would spend a little more budget to get it.
She recalled an old incident several years ago. An old friend of Feng Zhongliang managed to obtain a folding fan with Sun Zixiang's personal inscription and painting on it. Feng Zhongliang was moved for several days. If he could get the fan, he could show off to his old friend.
Thinking of this, Jiang Se lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled, not noticing that there was some speculation in Feng Zhongliang's eyes when he looked at her.
The auction soon entered the second half. Sheng Jingzhi took out a fine mahogany box. The box itself was exquisitely crafted, but there was only a card inside. Sheng Jingzhi took the wooden box in his hand and said with a smile:
"The following item is from the writings of Zhang Jing'an, a well-known Chinese director."
As soon as Sheng Jingzhi finished speaking, many celebrities sat up straight, as if they were determined to get the autograph.
This card is light and not valuable, not even as valuable as a corner of the box that contains the card. But the words written on the card are valuable, and the person who wrote these words is even more valuable.
Zhang Jing'an's signature. Who doesn't know that this thin card represents a possible opportunity to join a big director's crew in the future
Everyone was ready to go. In the crowd, even Feng Nan, who had been so angry at Feng Zhongliang that he vomited blood, straightened his back and leaned forward, obviously determined to get the autograph.
Many media reporters took in the atmosphere in the venue. Zhang Jing'an smiled, as if he didn't notice the undercurrents among the stars at that moment, nor did he realize that his signature had attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.
He crossed his arms across his chest, and when Sheng Jingzhi looked at him, he raised one arm and waved.
"As we all know, Director Zhang's films are all exquisite. He has made many excellent films and is a frequent winner of major film awards."
When Sheng Jingzhi said this, the audience burst into laughter. Zhang Jingan also laughed, but his smile seemed a little nonchalant.
"But you may not know that Director Zhang is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association. In addition to directing movies, he also studies painting and calligraphy, and has made great achievements." Sheng Jingzhi said, and tilted the mahogany box so that the audience could see the cards in the box:
"Director Zhang's calligraphy and paintings are worth a fortune. People in the industry are proud to receive Director Zhang's calligraphy. At the charity dinner themed "Light Up China" hosted by "Times Style", Director Zhang specially sent out signed greeting cards. Please prepare them if you are interested!"
He once again stated the rules of the auction, "This signature has no reserve price, and the price increases according to the rule of two, five, and eight." In other words, the initial bid price for this signature was two hundred, five hundred, eight hundred, and then one thousand, then twelve hundred, and fifteen hundred, and so on, rising in a cycle until the end.
Zhang Jing'an's signature is more popular than Jiang Se imagined.
A group of stars who were previously not very popular were now scrambling to hold up signs. The situation in the venue was very lively. Compared with the quiet atmosphere before, everyone was scrambling to be the first, fearing that they would be overtaken by others.
Feng Nan also kept raising the cards in his hand. Ten minutes later, the price of Zhang Jingan's signature had risen to 120,000!
At this time, some stars wisely chose to let go after seeing the large number of competitors, but a large number of people still held on. Feng Nan gradually became impatient. Sheng Jingzhi on the stage had already read out the price of "120,000", and there were still a few people holding up signs. Feng Nan raised the sign in his hand without hesitation. Zhao Junhan frowned and couldn't help reaching out to pull her:
"That's enough."
"That's enough?"
Feng Nan turned his head, sneered, stretched out his hand to brush his long curly hair, and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air:
"I want to get Zhang Jingan's autograph."
The fierce competition caused beads of sweat to appear on the ends of her forehead. She was wearing cool clothes and the air-conditioner in the venue was on, but the temperature was already very low.
But Feng Nan was a little upset because he couldn't get the signature, which he thought was a simple task.
"I can't give this opportunity to anyone else."
She turned around and looked around. Among those who were still arguing with her, besides a few second-tier celebrities, there were also several first-tier actresses. She couldn't lose no matter what. (To be continued)