Chapter 68 The auction begins, let’s explode with them!
When Director Liao sent the item for auction, he clearly told the "white gloves" he found that the starting price of the item was set at 350 million.

When Teacher Yang heard the price, he knew that the other party was knowledgeable.

I didn't have any bad intentions.

But Zhang Yang was obviously different. He was vague and not firm enough when talking about the price.

Teacher Yang understood it at a glance.

This young man probably doesn’t know that his paintings are authentic!
In fact, Zhang Yang really didn’t know.

So Teacher Yang immediately came up with the idea of ​​"tricking" the goods into his own hands.

At first, he used the excuse of a museum.

Unfortunately it was rejected.

Then he thought of a way to lower the starting price.

Even at an auction, not everyone understands painting.

Many people will look at the starting price to determine the valuation given by the agency and then determine the value of the item.

If a work by Huang Tingjian has a starting price of 10, it basically tells everyone:

This painting is a later imitation, and perhaps only the words in the inscription are worth some money.

Teacher Yang wanted to use this method to dissuade some people from buying the painting, and then buy the "Preface to the Lanting Poems" at a very low price.

"This guy must be crazy because he is poor. He has no confidence and dares to ask for a starting price of 50."

"Some buyers who are more inclined to gamble may make a move."

Teacher Yang sighed, saying that Zhang Yang's ostentatious price increase had somewhat disrupted his original strategy.

But fortunately, he had a lot of bad intentions.

"Sister, please follow my instructions."

"I will arrange for the "Preface to the Lanting Poems" to be auctioned first, and I will find someone to bid against me."

"I will join him in singing the same tune and drive out those ignorant retail investors first."

"Also, inform the institutions participating in the auction and ask them to give me some face."

"Just tell them I'm taking the photos for the museum so they won't get mad."

"Let's control the price and try to get it within 1.2 million."

"understood."

Manager Feng nodded and looked at Teacher Yang:

"Lao Yang, how much can we earn this time?"

"If I send it abroad, I should be able to earn around 10 million."

"so much?"

"Nonsense." Teacher Yang pointed to his head. "Wisdom is priceless. This is totally irrelevant."

……

On the day of the auction, Mr. Zhan from the real estate company and Mr. Yang from the provincial capital both arrived at the scene in advance.

Director Liao also wanted to come.

With a personality like his, it makes sense for him to go to the auction to join in the fun.

Director Liao thought about meeting President Zhan by chance in the toilet outside the venue first.

He wanted to communicate with the other party about the final transaction price.

Because someone else came to him a few days ago and offered a higher price, he wanted to see if Mr. Zhan was willing to increase the price a little more.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he went out in the morning, he was held down by the task force in the corridor.

There wasn't even a chance to tip off.

Outside the venue, Mr. Zhan’s legs were numb from standing in the toilet, and he didn’t see Director Liao.

He cursed his bad luck in his heart, and walked into the meeting place depressedly at the urging of the toilet director.

Soon, it was time for the auction to begin.

A person like Mr. Zhan certainly doesn't need to make his own bid when participating in an auction.

All he had to do was sit and nod or shake his head.

The assistant next to him, holding the number plate and the auction album, explained the current situation to him.

"Mr. Zhan, I just found a problem."

"It seems that there are two Huang Tingjian works in this auction. We only saw No. 9001 before, but in fact No. 9138 is also one of them."

"WTF?"

Mr. Zhan's eyebrows immediately frowned.

He glanced at the atlas in the assistant's hand and found that it was indeed the case.

When the two saw the "Preface to the Lanting Poems" ranked first, they subconsciously thought it was this one.

"Are you sure the director told you before that this is the only case?"

"He told me that he had agreed with the organizer to only auction the piece of Huang Tingjian's work that he had submitted."

"The tone was very affirmative."

"Tones alone are of no use! You said yesterday that he would definitely come to meet me." Mr. Zhan said angrily.

"Well... maybe the director had something urgent to do and was delayed."

"Do you believe what you said? Huh?"

"Then I'll ask the director now." "Haha, if you can get through to him on the phone, then you're really my dad."

Mr. Zhan sneered. He had already made all the calls he could while he was in the bathroom.

Can't get in touch at all.

When the assistant heard this, he was surprised! Is there such a good thing?
He quickly called Director Liao.

The result was just a voice prompt: "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off."

"Mr. Zhan, has something happened to the director?" the assistant asked worriedly.

He used to be an assistant to the president of another real estate company. Later, when his boss left, he jumped to work for Mr. Zhan.

So he is particularly sensitive to situations where no one answers the phone.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the group, the truth is revealed."

Mr. Zhan just took some time to check the news.

A CEO who had a good relationship with him revealed a key piece of information to him:
The competitors of Mr. Zhan's company also contacted Director Liao and even offered a higher price.

At this time, take another look at the starting prices of the two lots.

One is 50 and the other is 350 million.

This is very obvious.

350 million was the originally agreed amount, and 50 was the surcharge.

"The director said that this auction will only sell the Huang Tingjian works that he sent for auction."

"Then these two pieces must be his, and he set the price."

"Otherwise it doesn't make sense. The 'Preface to the Lanting Poems' is not as expensive as a poem. Do you understand?" Mr. Zhan asked sarcastically.

"I see. President Zhan is wise."

The assistant nodded very convincedly. He felt that he had finally followed the right person this time.

"Our budget this time is 15 million. Give me a high price later. The director might be watching us in some corner."

As soon as Mr. Zhan finished his instructions, the auctioneer on the stage gently knocked the gavel.

The auction officially begins.

"Lot 9001, Huang Tingjian's long scroll "Lanting Xu" in running script, starting price 50, single increase of no less than 1, is there anyone bidding?"

"Buyer No. 88?"

"One million!" the assistant said loudly, holding up the sign.

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at Mr. Zhan, as if to say:

Am I strong?

Mr. Zhan covered his eyes and nodded helplessly.

Well, this quotation is actually not a big problem.

According to his own experience, many people will take a wait-and-see attitude towards the first item auctioned.

If the price is raised all at once, many people will hesitate...

"Buyer No. 02?"

"101 million!"

I came together, and someone actually followed me?

Mr. Zhan asked his assistant to continue holding up the placard while he went to see who was bidding.

Seeing that it was an old man with white hair, his expression instantly became serious.

With such white hair, you can tell at first glance that he is a professional.

Could it be that he was invited by a competitor?
That's kind of gross.

In the venue, the bidding continued.

In addition to the old man in No. 02, there were other buyers who came in to get involved, but they only offered a few bids at most and then withdrew directly.

Only No. 02 seemed to be in a fight with President Zhan and kept biting him.

The price quickly broke through the 200 million mark.

"Boss Zhan?" The assistant asked, "The other party doesn't have good intentions!"

"Nonsense, No. 02 must have been hired by our old rival. He either wants to steal our business or simply disgust us."

“They know this project is very important to our company.”

"Then should we fight them?" asked the assistant.

Obviously, this has become a business war.

"Let's fight, tnnd, just bid 500 million and fight them!"

"number 88?"

"500 million!"

The auctioneer deliberately exclaimed to liven up the atmosphere.

Then he looked at Teacher Yang No. 02.

He had also been taken care of by Manager Feng, and knew that Mr. Yang was determined to win lot No. 9001.

But the current situation is not optimistic!
The auctioneer saw that Teacher Yang had already taken out the quick-acting heart-saving pills.

(End of this chapter)