After Mr. He finished speaking, a moment of coldness appeared in the audience, and many people began to whisper.

This painting itself is a strange and bizarre style. The painting style of Chinese painting is now in the top-notch style. It is a ball, a ball, which is really speechless.

Moreover, many people have discovered some clues.

According to conventional rules, the more detailed the information when the auction items are auctioned, the better, and it will even be accompanied by some interesting story backgrounds to get a higher price.

But this painting is good, it would be fine if there is no information behind the work, and the creator also asked to announce the name only after the auction was successful.

What does this mean? Is this a creator unable to get along with the money? Don’t you want your work to be sold at a higher price?

It would be fine if there was only one such work, but there were two more at this auction. No one present was stupid, so naturally the clues were seen.

Seeing the auction being a moment of cold weather, Zhao Mu couldn't help but feel nervous.

This painting was exactly what he had painted in the competition with Kong Ming, and now he chose to prove the level of his works through an auction.

In order to avoid the added value brought by the two people's names affecting the auction price of the work, the two people did not announce their names when they chose to auction, so that they could be closer to the value of the work itself.

Although there was no strangeness on his face, Zhao Mu's hand had touched the water cup on the table again.

The works of himself and Kong Ming were placed at the auction to verify the skills of the two people at the auction price. Kong Ming's works have been sold at a high price. If their works fail to be sold, they will be embarrassed.

"The starting price is 100,000 yuan, no one bids? If there is no bid, the painting will be processed as a failure."

Mr. He's tone slightly heavier. Although there was no strangeness on his face, if anyone familiar with his personality, he would definitely know that the old man is in a little unhappy now.

Mr. He is really not happy. He has been hosting the auction for nearly ten years. It is because he has never failed to sell anything in his hands in the past ten years that he has created his name as the number one auctioneer in China. The fastest update is available. Computer terminal: https:///

"Is it possible that my whim that I took over today's auction will break my golden body for nearly ten years and add a stain to my perfect auctioneer career."

"A second time with a hundred thousand, is anyone bidding?"

Mr. He's tone slightly heavier. Although he had already seen through a lot of things in his 60s, the old man didn't want to have a stain on his life in his later years, which would affect his perfect auction teacher career.

Zhao Mu, who was in the audience, became nervous at this moment. Although there was no abnormality on his face, the crystal water cup in his hand had been quietly tightened. If Zhao Mu had not restrained his strength, the water cup might have been broken.

Even though he was always calm, it was related to his competition with Kong Ming. Zhao Mu did not want to be embarrassed at this time.

What's more, Kong Ming was still his rival in love, even if he did not express any hostility.

"The starting price is 100,000 yuan. The third time, is anyone bidding? If no one bids, the painting will be processed as unsold."

Mr. He's brows were already wrinkled silently. Fortunately, there were a lot of wrinkles on his forehead, and even if there were a little more, they couldn't tell.

"Two hundred thousand, I'll pay two hundred thousand."

The owner of this voice was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and he was considered very young among the average age of the participants in his forties.

"Haha, although this painting is a bit weird, it cannot conceal the creator's top-notch level, and the general traditional things are meaningless. However, the style of this painting is very novel and has a lot of collection value."

The reason why this middle-aged man chose this painting as his collection is because the painting has a novel style, and the reason why many people did not bid is because of this novel style.

Most of the participants present were over fifty years old. They appreciated excellent paintings, but the novel style of this painting was somewhat beyond their appreciation.

Zhao Mu and Mr. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Zhao Mu picked up the crystal cup and drank it with boiled water. Mr. He's voice immediately rang out.

"Two hundred thousand, now some people are bidding for 200,000, but are some people bidding for higher prices?"

"Haha, I paid 300,000 yuan. Lao Ma is right. Although this painting is a bit novel, it is precisely because of the novelty that it has collection value."

The price increase was also a middle-aged man in his thirties. The other group of old men in his fifties did not speak. It seemed that they could not appreciate the style of this painting.

"Hey, Old Chen, you guy did it on purpose. If I don't bid, you won't bid, 400,000."

"Hey, I'll just allow you to bid or not? 500,000."

Although this old Chen didn't say it clearly, his face was full of provocation.

"I'll pay six hundred thousand."

"Hehe, I'll pay 700,000."

"Eight hundred thousand."

Zhao Mu looked at Kong Ming next to him, "Brother Kong, what's going on with these two people? Why doesn't it look right?"

Kong Ming sighed a little on his face, "These two are the bosses of two southern network companies. They both say that their peers are enemies. As long as these two people get together, there will usually be fun."

"Oh, no wonder!"

Despite this, Zhao Mu was still much more relaxed. No matter what conflicts the two of them had, as long as their works did not fail to sell. And now the price is likely to exceed the price of Kong Ming's works, which is even better.

"One million, I'll pay one million. Lao Chen, do you still want to follow me?"

Old Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Old Chen, smiling but not smiling.

"Haha, Lao Ma, you have the courage. You can say it with a million. Since you really like it, I'll give it to you."

Old Chen looked a little proud. He might have won the 200,000 old horses, and he could have cheated this guy. Old Chen felt like he had eaten a piece of iced watermelon in his heart during the summer.

"One million once, one million twice, one million three times, well, this painting now belongs to this Mr. Ma."

"Brother Zhao Mu, congratulations, you are famous for the 1 million yuan painting, and you have entered the Painters Club of Million Value."

"It's just luck everywhere, but where does this million-dollar painter club start?"

"It seems that you don't know that in the circle of calligraphers and painters, there is a rule that everyone defaults to. As long as someone's work can be worth more than one million, then this person is considered a calligrapher and painter worth one million."

"Haha, it's all luck. If the two of them hadn't fought each other just now, my work would have almost failed to shoot. How could I become a painter worth millions?"
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