Chapter 226 This price is a bit expensive "Who is that? He looks pretty cool." "That's Qin Shaoze from the Qin family in Demon City. Don't you know that?" "It's actually the young master of the Qin family?" "No wonder it looks so cool." "Can the people from the four major families in Demon City not be arrogant?" "I didn't expect such a big shot to come to this auction." Listen to the whispers of people around you. Fang Donglai on the side was very disdainful. What are the people from the four major families in Demon City? Do you know the chairman of Yinhai Pharmaceutical? Right next to me now! That Mr. Qin is nothing but trash in front of Director Cheng! However, although he thought so in his heart, Fang Donglai didn't dare to say it out loud.

He is also quite good at observing people's expressions. He could see that Cheng Ming did not seem to intend to reveal his identity by attending the auction this time, so he simply helped Cheng Ming act. I just don't know why Cheng Ming suddenly came to the Magic City? And why did he suddenly want to participate in this rare treasure auction? Could it be that he has set his eyes on some treasure? But what kind of treasure could catch the eye of Mr. Cheng? "Welcome Mr. Wang Rong from the Wang family of Magic City to the Rare Treasure Auction!" "Welcome Mr. Li Dengfeng from the Li family to the rare treasure auction!" Several "young masters from aristocratic families" came to the venue one after another. Every time such a "young master" comes, the auction will have a "live broadcast", which can be said to give these rich young men enough face. Of course there are. There are also presidents, chairmen and other such roles in several large companies who receive similar treatment. Without exception, these people entered the VIP seats. "I thought the VIPs at the auction all had their own private rooms, but I didn't expect them to be just wider and closer to the front." Guan Jing said, "The identities of those VIPs weren't hidden." Hearing this, Cheng Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. VIP box? Hidden identity? Where do stereotypes come from? You’ve read too many male fantasy novels! Cheng Ming could only smile bitterly. The time finally came to three o'clock, and a beautiful cheongsam-clad host came on stage and began to host the auction. "Everyone! Welcome elites and successful people from all walks of life to the rare treasure auction. Our rare treasure auction will begin soon!" The beauty is very eye-catching and has good eloquence. As soon as she came on stage, she livened up the atmosphere. Then the auction officially began. "First, let me present the first rare item of this auction! I believe you will be interested in it!"

Behind the stage, another beautiful lady in cheongsam came up pushing a cart covered with a black cloth, and inside the black cloth was the first item to be auctioned. "Everyone, why don't you guess, what is this first rare treasure?" The beauty put her hands on the black cloth. Few people in the audience responded to her words, but she was not embarrassed: "No one guessed it right." After that, she lifted the black cloth with one hand and revealed the answer herself. There was a painting inside. "This painting is called The Flying Eagle Hunting, and it was painted by a monk named Faxuan 180 years ago. Although the work of this monk Faxuan has never appeared before, this painting has a good concept and solid foundation, and his painting skills are outstanding among the works of his time." "The starting price is two hundred thousand!" The paintings of an unknown monk were praised to great heights by the auctioneer. But apparently, her "sales pitch" worked. When she said the starting price was 200,000, several people immediately raised their bids. "Twenty-one thousand!" "Two hundred and thirty thousand!" "Two hundred and fifty thousand!" However, the few people who raised the price earlier did not increase it by a large amount, as if they were testing the price. Guan Jing asked: "Brother Ming, how much do you think this calligraphy and painting will be sold for?" Cheng Ming shook his head: "I'm not sure, I don't know much about antiques, but since the appraisal is true, it is really an antique from 180 years ago. Even if it has no artistic value, it should be worth more than this price, right?" Guan Jing nodded, agreeing with him. Over there, several more people raised the price, and the current price has reached more than 400,000. At this moment, a few more people were eager to try. In the VIP seat, the middle-aged man in a suit suddenly raised the sign in front of him. "Six hundred thousand!" The reserve price was raised by hundreds of thousands in one go! This increase is not that big. But at this moment, no one in the audience dared to raise the price any further. Most of the bidders seemed to be afraid to look in the direction of the young man in the VIP seat, and they were quite afraid to speak. The few people next to Cheng Ming and others seemed to be newcomers to the auction. There was a middle-aged man who was very puzzled. "What's wrong? Why is everyone stopping filming?" "The painting is very good. Although I have never heard of the author, the artistic value of this painting itself is definitely more than that. What's more, it is an antique from 180 years ago!"

"You won't bid? Then I'll do it!" After saying this, the middle-aged man was about to raise the racket. His friend next to him quickly stopped him. "Are you crazy? That's Master Qin! You're competing with him, aren't you afraid of him?" "Who is Mr. Qin?" the middle-aged man was puzzled. "Mr. Qin is from the Qin family, one of the four great families in Demon City, and he is also a core figure! He will be the heir to the Qin family in the future. Wouldn't it be an offense to him if you compete with him?" However, the middle-aged man seemed to take his friend's reminder seriously at all. "It's just fair competition, it's okay, right? Will he retaliate against me for this?" After saying that, the middle-aged man raised the sign, and his friends were too late to stop him. "I'll give you 700,000!" the middle-aged man shouted. When the host on the stage saw Qin Shaoze bidding, she almost cried. Because normally speaking, once Qin Shaoze starts bidding, almost no one dares to compete with him. This painting is obviously worth more than 600,000 yuan. If it is sold at a price of 600,000, the auction house will suffer a huge loss, and her commission as the auctioneer will probably be deducted! Now she finally saw someone dare to participate in the auction without giving Qin Shaoze face, she was very happy. "This gentleman is offering 700,000! Is there anyone else who wants to raise the price?" A gleam of light flashed in Qin Shaoze's eyes. He glanced at the middle-aged man and ignored him, continuing to bid. "Eight hundred thousand!" "Okay! Young Master Qin offers 800,000. Anyone else want to continue?" "Nine hundred thousand!" The middle-aged man continued to raise the price. Now Qin Shaoze frowned slightly. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the middle-aged man again, a cold light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, anyone could see that Young Master Qin was a little angry. The middle-aged man seemed indifferent. His friends were almost in tears. "Brother, please stop now, before Young Master Qin gets really angry. You are not a native of Demon City, and you have no idea of ​​the power of Young Master Qin." "Hey, what are you afraid of? In today's society." However, the middle-aged man did not believe his friend and continued to do as he pleased.

"One million!" Young Qin suddenly turned around and continued bidding. At the same time, he whispered a few words to a bodyguard-like man beside him, and the bodyguard left with two people. The middle-aged man not far from Cheng Ming and others wanted to raise the price further. At this moment, the middle-aged man's cell phone seemed to ring, and he exclaimed: "My car!" Then he ran out in a hurry. (End of this chapter)