Chapter 93: Passion release ()

Two tall cheongsams wearing cheongsams revealing their white thighs, maintaining their usual workplace smiles and slowly unfolding Shao Jinger's copy of "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Pictures".

Those rich people who know how to appreciate all nodded secretly, staring at the painting without blinking, and having a price comparison in their hearts. Then the emcee who looked like Zeng Zhiwei jumped onto the stage again, and the old scholar said in his back, "It is said that Tang Bohu's original "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" has been burned by the Eight-Nation Alliance in the Old Summer Palace. It is also a blessing that the foreigners do not understand art. But it doesn't matter, this copy of "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" that will be auctioned, regardless of paper.

, brushstrokes, pigments, and the artistic conception of the paintings, and the charm of the original works are no worse than the original works. If you only maintain appreciation and angle, it can be said that it is just that Tang Bohu’s seal inscriptions are missing. So based on my 20 years of experience in treasure appraisal, I affirm that the bid price of the 600,000 yuan is absolutely reasonable. If any boss buys this painting, it will not only improve your artistic cultivation, but also show your identity. Now we will start bidding and start with the auction--600,000 yuan!"

The celebrant was polite and praised the "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" incessantly. He looked at Xue Zangfeng, who was sitting on the fair seat as if he was very rewarding. It was obvious that this was a line that Xue Zangfeng deliberately prepared, especially those local rich men who didn't know how to understand. When they heard that this painting could improve their artistic cultivation and demonstrate their provinces, they were even more eager to try it out, and Mo Haoran was amused.

Shao Jinger was very unsure. She rubbed her little hands with nervous hands, looking very nervous, "Haoran, do you think our auction price is set to be high? What if it can't be sold?"

Mo Haoran looked at the scroll hanging on it, then looked at the expressions of the guests sitting, and comforted him very much: "Jing'er, don't worry, I'm still regretting whether I should raise the starting price of the auction. I'm sure that the price of this painting will not be the 800,000 yuan I had previously estimated, at least it would be."

Shao Jinger was excited and nervous, and his little hands increased his strength and pinched Mo Haoran's wrist and asked, "At least how many are there!"

Mo Haoran looked pitiful as if he was molested, pretended to be scared and said, "Hate, you hurt me!"
Chapter completed!