The old saying is true, no matter how powerful a woman is, she will become shy and tender when meeting a man she likes.
Chu Chu had promised her a few days ago that love at first sight would never happen to her, but it happened today. Life is full of surprises.
In this auction, regardless of the authenticity of Tang Yin's painting, the standards are really high. In the subsequent auction, the price of the antique collection did not exceed 700 million for "Dwelling in the Mountains with Tigers Roaring", but the highest price reached 500 million. 100 million.
Dongfang Chu and Wen Ruoshui, two antique idiots, don't dare to bid randomly. If they want to buy it here, they might as well go to an acquaintance to help them find someone to buy it. At least they can confirm the authenticity.
If a fake is photographed here, who can you tell me about it
So much so that a piece of "Autumn Colors of Streams and Mountains" by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, appeared at the auction. They wanted to take a picture, but they didn't dare to do it for fear of encountering a fake again.
"He took it." Dongfang Chu pulled Wen Ruoshui and looked at the man sitting in the front row, a little worried: "What if it's a fake? Can you think of a way to remind him?"
"You haven't even met this person yet, and you're helping him worry about money?" Wen Ruoshui gave her a shudder with his finger and teased.
"You will make fun of me." Dongfang Chu pretended to be angry and said indignantly: "This kind of auction is a waste of time. You said that their boss is not afraid of ruining his reputation, so how dare he sell fakes?"
"Maybe their boss doesn't know it's fake." Wen Ruoshui felt that such a high-standard auction would only require appraisals from China's top antique artists, so it would not be intentional fraud.
That painting was probably an accident. No one present except Huo Ci recognized it as a fake, and they didn't know how he could tell at a glance.
Dongfang Chu was still worried that the painting was fake and that the person had been defrauded of money and bought a fake, but she didn't even know him, let alone warn him.
In the end, I watched him take the photo of "Autumn Colors of Streams and Mountains" for 80 million.
Huo Ci glanced at him doubtfully. This man was sick. If he wanted to paint, he could have stayed by himself and bought paintings at his own auction.
Nangong Lengyu didn't understand antique calligraphy and painting, but looking at Huo Ci, he seemed to know a lot about the goods. She didn't know if he really understood or was pretending to understand, so she asked him: "There will be no fakes after this?"
Huo Ci nodded: "They are all genuine."
Nangong Lengyu curled his lips and didn't quite believe him: "How do you know Tang Yin's paintings are fake?"
Huo Ci pointed at his eyes and smiled arrogantly: "I have piercing eyes. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
How did he know? Of course he had seen it. The original work was with his grandfather. He was the second collector in China, but no one dared to say he was the first.
Grandpa was a relatively low-key person and would not show off his collection to anyone. Few people in China knew what he had collected.
He grew up among antiques since he was a child. He has seen a lot of genuine goods. He can tell what is real and what is fake at a glance.
At the end of the auction.
Dongfang Chu and Wen Ruoshui had just stood up when they were stopped by someone.
The visitor handed them an exquisite long wooden box and said respectfully: "This is a gift from our husband to the two ladies. I hope you like it."
Dongfang Chu already had a bold guess in his mind, and subconsciously looked at the VIP table. The man had left the table at some point.
Wen Ruoshui looked at her blankly, as if her soul had been taken away by someone, and looked at the person in front of him: "Sorry, we can't accept it."
They cannot ask for anything given by a stranger, no matter what it is.
"Sir, he said that meeting each other is fate. You two don't have to bear any burdens." The man looked sincere.
Wen Ruoshui wanted to say something else, but was suddenly interrupted.
"This is what I want. Second sister-in-law, just keep it!" Huo Ci took the long wooden box with great interest, opened it and saw that it was indeed "Autumn Colors of Streams and Mountains".
The man who sent the painting completed his task and retreated. He disappeared after a moment. Dongfang Chu couldn't find anyone even if he tried to look for him.
"Why did he give you the painting?" Nangong Lengyu glared at Huo Ci fiercely. Who told him to accept it if he was nosy? "If that guy has bad intentions, just wait for me."
"What does it mean to have bad intentions?" Huo Ci smiled and said in a long and mean tone: "What else could be the reason for a man to give a woman a gift? It's hard for a hero to be a beauty!"
Dongfang Chu's face turned red and said, "Stop talking nonsense here."
"What else could it be?" Huo Ci still knew the man very well.
That guy must have fallen in love with one of them, but if he had fallen in love with the second sister-in-law, he would have gouged out his eyes and chopped off his hands.
"You know him!" Wen Ruoshui looked at Huo Ci without taking the picture: "Please return this thing to him. No matter what the reason is, we can't take it."
"Excuse me, don't you want to take some photos? They sent it to your door and you still don't want it." Huo Ci saw Dongfang Chu blushing and guessed a bit.
The guy who co-wrote it is very likely that he has fallen in love with Dongfang Chu. To be honest, she is also a great beauty, and she can be evenly matched with the second sister-in-law.
"If you don't want to go, we will go by ourselves." Wen Ruoshui actually had other ideas in mind. If they went to pay it back by themselves, Chu Chu would be able to take this opportunity to see the man: "Give us his contact information. .”
"I don't, I don't know him." Huo Ci told the truth.
Nangong Lengyu kicked him on the calf.
"You committed murder!" Huo Ci jumped up in pain, his handsome face twisted in an exaggerated way: "I really don't know him."
The eldest brother couldn't even find the guy's specific information. What could he know about someone who just glanced at the information? This pretty boy is getting more and more aggressive. I wonder if he won't take care of her properly when he gets back.
Nangong Lengyu clasped his collar, approached him and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What do you want?"
Huo Ci, that bastard, will not do good deeds and help others easily if you don't give him any benefits. It's so hateful.
"Take a bath for a month." Huo Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned close to her ear, and breathed.
Nangong Lengyu's body suddenly stiffened, and she was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "Get out!"
Huo Ci raised his feet and left, cool and neat. I don't know why she reacted so much when this was mentioned. We are all men. What's wrong with taking a bath together? Maybe she felt that she was too small and was afraid of hurting her self-esteem by comparing herself to him
Nangong Lengyu saw him leaving as soon as he said so, wishing he could kill him, but he couldn't do that, so he could only compromise, ran two steps to catch up, grabbed his arm, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Wash your feet." .”
(End of chapter)