The sultry autumn tiger, even in the night with dense red clouds, is a little irritatingly hot.
On the top floor of the Yamato Hotel in Beijing, the highest-grade banquet hall decorated with pink roses is holding a charity art auction tonight.
The waiters flowed incessantly, bringing champagne or other drinks to the guests in the guest area from time to time.
The entire hall was dimly lit, with only the chasing light in the center of the stage shining clearly on the lady of ceremonies wearing split sequined cheongsam, and the showcase car covered by red silk cloth that she slowly pushed up.
There was a sound of symphony discussions on the scene, but it was quickly submerged in Beethoven's symphony.
As the red silk slowly unfolded, the host also decided to speak.
"This pair of "A Dream of Zhou Gongyi" by Mr. Wu Zhengzhong is about three meters long. It is currently the largest ink painting by Mr. Wu on the market. The inspiration and drawing process of "Dream"."
"This is a series of ink paintings he painted after he and his wife finally returned to the motherland ten years ago. There are only three paintings on the theme of "Dream". The other two works were included in "Paintings", but they had never been published before. ."
"On the screen are our 16 miniature cameras, shooting all-round viewing videos from different angles and heights. You can enjoy them in five minutes."
"The starting price of this work is one million."
"Each increase is 50,000 yuan."
As the host smiled and explained, the VIPs of the VIP seats also moved their eyes to the screen.
But in the last row, a man with a big back and a brown tailored suit sitting on Da Ma Jin Dao turned to the young woman beside him with a smile.
"Yiru, do you know Mr. Wu Zhengzhong? His paintings were valued at 238 million yuan at auction in France."
"The reserve price today is too low."
"But people who know how to do it will naturally understand the value of this painting, and you will be able to witness the next miracle later."
Li Yiru nodded gracefully with a wry smile.
She can hardly remember how many times this is her blind date.
Ever since she visited Shencheng, my dad threw her to the capital for a blind date because of an introducer call this time.
This extremely greasy fellow is the third young master of the Zhu family in Beijing.
She is super responsive.
But my dad also made a military order, and she must insist on dating this person and get their appreciation, otherwise the pocket money will be confiscated.
Headache!
"Hung, this uncle seems to be different from yours."
Li Yiru was entangled, but heard the sound of an immature female doll.
Li Yiru's eyes lit up suddenly.
She immediately remembered the treasures she had borrowed from this trip—Gu Shishi’s son Huo Yuhong, and Qin Fufu, who was two years younger than him!
Bring your baby when you go on a blind date!
Not embarrassed throughout!
"Xiao Yuhong, how is this painting? You can talk to Aunt Xiaoru."
She almost forgot just now, another great function of this little guy, she was busy asking quietly.
Sure enough, I heard the voice of the little guy.
"Little as auntie, the highest value of this painting does not exceed five million."
"If it is between 3 million and 5 million, you can consider buying a collection. It will have value preservation within ten years."
"More than five million, if you have... Pursuing the heart of an aunt, you can also buy it as a gift. After all, courtesy is light and affection is heavy, and the price is not important. As far as collection is concerned, it has another meaning."
Some words made Li Yiru blush.
"What are you talking about!"
But she also understood that five million is the highest bid line, and if it exceeds it, it is not worthwhile.
The whole audience watched the big screen quietly. Not only did Li Yiru hear the voice of the little guy, but the third son Zhu next to her naturally heard it.
"Ha, do you still know this little guy? Then I'll make a bet with you, okay?"
The third son of Zhu was very determined.
For collectors, not only the appraisal ability is needed, but also information about major auctions.
Once a well-known painter is auctioned at a high price, the value of basically all his works will be increased.
"This painting is similar in size to the 200 million work, but the subject is different."
Full of confidence, he finally turned his attention to the child.
I saw this baby wearing a small suit, seemingly straight-faced, but his reddish lips seemed to be upturned.
Some slightly round faces, with a smile that seems to be absent, and a pair of black eyes are clear and clean, which makes the elders like it very much.
The child of the Huo family in Shencheng.
Although he doesn't walk with that often, he also knows that he is a child of a big family.
The Huo family has always attached great importance to children's artistic accomplishments since childhood, but this is a child who is only seven years old this year.
How do you understand the twists and turns of the collection world
"As long as it is less than 100 million, I will buy it today."
Zhu San Gongzi smiled.
Huo Yuhong nodded, "Yes."
Next to him, the little pink girl with a head shorter than him, with a soft face close to his ears, "Hang, is he just as Baba said,'people are stupid with more money'? Girls should stay away?"
Huo Yuhong stretched out his hand and patted the top of her head.
Not speaking, obviously agrees.
Because he was sitting close, Li Yiru could hear clearly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Three million at a time!"
"One time four hundred and four million!"
"Five million at a time!"
After the auction started, the price rose rapidly.
The third son of the Zhu family, the smile on his face grew thicker.
"Little brother Huo, Uncle will teach you a lesson today."
He raised his lips, reached out and held up a sign.
"Eight million!"
The practice of raising three million in one fell swoop is quite handsome.
The third son of the Zhu family was very proud.
Anyway, the price has to rise to one or two billion, so why bother to be so slow.
He leaned back in his chair leisurely.
However... One second... Two seconds... After all the room was quietly talking, no one was actually holding a card.
"Eight million three times, the deal! Congratulations to Mr. Zhu!"
Young Master Zhu: "?!!!"
Huo Yuhong spread his hands towards Qin Fufu next to him, and once again educate the little girl.
"When you don't know, just watch and listen, don't worry."
The anxious Young Master Zhu suffered 10,000 points of damage...
Li Yiru turned his head and smirked over his mouth.
It is really pleasing to see this greasy man deflated.
"Xiao Yuhong, let Aunt Xiaoru get popular science soon."
Huo Yuhong nodded his head in an old way, with some cute fingers, imaginary points to the screen.
"The techniques of the two paintings are different. The 200 million piece is Mr. Wu's last pure freehand landscape painting."
"This pair of methods is integrated into Western oil painting. Although the materials used are ink and wash, neither the perspective nor the ink splashing method is his previous personal style. This painting draws on the ideas of other people and should be his practice. ."
The price of practice works is very different from mature style works, so they should not be confused.
Li Yiru let out a cry and hurriedly Baidu.
Sure enough, I checked it and found the original text written by Mr. Wu in his autobiography "Pictures".
'Exercise... Try... Not satisfied... I drew two more "Meng Lao Zhuang" and "Dream of Dreams". Fortunately, little has been achieved. '
The auction wants to sell at high prices, so this part of the information is naturally hidden.
Li Yiru hurriedly handed his mobile phone to the third son of Zhu to see, which made his face flush!
A work of practice, of course, is not worth 200 million!
If it weren't for his eager bid for 8 million, I'm afraid everyone would start to hesitate at around 5 million!
But as soon as he was in fashion, he wanted to show off in front of girls, but he pitted himself!
"The other two "Dream" themes should be worth more than 100 million. After all, they are the successful innovations of famous painters. If you have the opportunity, you can buy them next time."
Huo Yuhong's children summarized.
The third son of Zhu suffered another 10,000 points of damage.
He brought Li Yi Tathaya to the auction, just because he wanted to leave a good impression of knowledge and vision, but—
ten minutes later-
Huo Yuhong child: "As small as auntie, this Maitreya red jade can be bid for 800,000 yuan. The blood-colored texture is rare, the carving is round, it is suitable for girls, and it is worth owning. The value can be preserved in 50 years."
Li Yiru: "Roar!"
Huo Yuhong: "As small as auntie, this screen work can be priced within 8 million yuan. The landscape is hazy, the artistic conception is good, and the ink-splashing method is very mature. The painter does not have the same type of creation, and it will increase in ten years."
Li Yiru: "Roar!"
Huo Yuhong kid: "This root carving has average techniques, but it's better than natural interest, 500,000 yuan."
Huo Yuhong child: "This..."
The third Young Master Zhu could only open his mouth wider and wider throughout the whole process, and never dared to make a beep anymore.
In the latter half of the auction, Li Yiru actually took two pieces of the collection.
One is to give her dad a birthday present, and one is taken for Huo Yuhong's child, because he is a minor and can't hold a placard.
The third son of Zhu also followed behind and silently took a pair of ink paintings.
When the meeting was gone, he took Li Yiru and his two children back to the hotel.
Li Yiru just smiled, "On the side of the introducer, give me a good comment."
She also worked hard for pocket money.
"I didn't grab the ink painting you bid for just now. This kid said it would go up, and it would go up."
Li San Gongzi:...
Excuse me, is this kid a koi!
"OK."
Unexpectedly, Li Yiru nodded.
"Not only the koi, but also the koi son of the ink master. The scraps his mother painted are his childhood toys. The prenatal education back then was calligraphy and painting, so... not a genius that normal people can understand."
"Anyway, goodbye~"
Li Yiru said goodbye to him without looking back, walking away in high heels.
"Xiao Yuhong, thank you this time!"
When she walked into the hotel, she bent over and hugged the seemingly serious little guy, and couldn't help kissing her cheek.
Huo Yuhong smiled and nodded to her, stretched out his right hand to let her hold, and his left hand held Qin Fufu, who was gnawing on candy and didn't know anything about what happened.
"You're welcome."
"Aunt Xiaoru is also a collection that will increase. It is worth waiting for a better collector."
With a click, all the shopping bags in Li Yiru's hand fell.
Emma!
Lie to her to give birth to a son again!
Oh, my wife is so cute... I want to steal this Koi baby home, oooooooo, today is another day I want to steal my son!
"Xiao Yuhong."
Li Yiru was about to pick up the shopping bag, but there was a voice full of magnetism in his ear.
She was thinking that this voice would make people pregnant, and when she looked up, she saw a handsome man. The deep smile that bent over to show her was a bit cynical and a bit masculine.
"Miss Li? When we first met, I was Xiao Yuhong's cousin."
"I helped you change to the presidential suite. This is the key card."
The second son of Zhang family.
Li Yiru's face turned red in an instant.
The author has something to say: Dear friends, it should be this special~
I have finished writing many things in the main text. For the rest, we will see "I rely on raising cubs to upgrade" in the next book~ Collect it if you like it! What is it!