Chapter 672

After a long time, Mr. Liu finished the identification, turned his head, nodded to the auctioneer to express his gratitude, then faced the public and said: "according to the notes to the song of Chengyao chicken jar, there are many kinds of Chengyao wine cups, all of which are elaborately painted, dark and light in color, and the porcelain is pure and firm. Chicken jar, painted peony, under the son of hens, ready to move. This will become the characteristics of the chicken bowl cup said a thorough. The color of this chicken jar cup is complex, but the painting process is very simple, showing the effect of density, hardness and softness. It gives people a feeling that the road is simple and the Epee has no edge. There is a light cloud and big bubbles on the wall of the chicken jar. The color at the bottom is blue and light, and the color at the bottom is white and yellow. These performances are completely in line with the characteristics of the real product. So, I'm sure the chicken bowl is genuine

In the Qing Dynasty, most of them were imitated, which was almost lifelike. Generally, people who had not seen the real product were easily confused.

But master Liu is one of the few people who have seen the real one, so his judgment is very convincing.

After listening to Mr. Liu's words, everyone was relieved. I came all the way here for this thing. If it's a fake, isn't that bullshit?

"Well, since Mr. Liu has identified this cup as genuine, then our auction can begin." The auctioneer carefully put the chicken bowl into the bulletproof glass display cabinet and said.

"Ming Chenghua colorful chicken Bowl Cup starts at HK $160 million! The lowest price increase is 100000 per time, no ceiling! Now the auction begins! "

As the auctioneer's words fell, the whole auction house fell into a moment of silence.

But we all know that this is the calm before the storm, not that we are not interested in the chicken bowl.

Before, Mr. Liu could use his prestige to make everyone join hands to counter the auction house, but it would be impossible for him to turn to the chicken bowl. Most of the people in this auction are aiming at this thing. The bayonet will be red and the blood will be broken.

"165 million!" Finally, someone took the lead in breaking the silence and offered a tentative price.

With this sound, the sound of the offer immediately broke out, and the price rose from 165 million to 190 million.

But Zhong Zhengguo and Liu Xiangqian did not raise the brand, but quietly looked at the offer.

They know that it's all a small fight. Most of the players who really have purchasing power and want to be included are waiting for an opportunity.

Prices are still climbing slowly, reaching 215 million.

After this price, more than 95% of the buyers have been able to take out 200 million people at one time, which is a real local tyrant. Moreover, according to the current situation, the price will rise, I'm afraid it will exceed 300 million. That's not a small amount. Even Chen Moyan can't easily take out such a sum of cash.

At this time, there are only three people left in the bidding. They bid alternately, all of them are very careful, and the range of each price increase is controlled within one million. Compared with the hundred million words in front, it's really a little pitiful.

But it's like the last straw to crush the camel. If you add hundreds of thousands of them, someone will quit.

Sure enough, when a British collector called out a price of 230 million, the other two shrank.

This price is quite different from what they expected. If forced bidding, they may not be able to pay this huge sum.

And the British Collector's proud glance around, seems to be provocative.

This time, he came here specially for the chicken bowl. The value of such a rare thing will soar if it is kept for ten years. His family is an antique speculator, so he is very sensitive to such things. This time, he is also determined to win.

"Well, two hundred and thirty thousand times, no one has increased the price? This is a rare Ming Chenghua chicken jar cup in the world. There are only four in the world that are privately owned by players. And this one is one of the four! After missing this opportunity, there will be no chance, because few people are willing to sell this treasure! Two hundred and thirty thousand times, two hundred and thirty thousand times... "The auctioneer agitated the people on the scene.

This remark really touched the hearts of all the people present. It took decades for the chicken bowl to come out. It was because of this unique opportunity that a large number of collectors came here.

"235 million!" All of a sudden, a sign was raised and someone quoted a price.

But he is a well-known rich man in the mainland, Ma Wuwei. He is not very famous in the collection industry, but his love for collection is unmatched. The money of eye painting alone is more than 100 million, and it's admirable that it's still tirelessly collected.

"240 million!" The Englishman looked at the horse and said with disdain.

In his opinion, how can the upstart Chinese compare with his family? They are just fat. They don't have the guts to spend more than 250 million!

Who knows, before his idea came down, he heard ma not speak: "250 million!"

Hiss, everyone on the scene took a breath of air conditioning. This is money, not money. Two hundred and fifty million, cash alone will have to be carried in by several big men!

Of course, you can also swipe the card. But it can be confirmed from the side of the huge amount of money.

"You..." originally thought that Ma Wuwei didn't have the courage to pay 250 million yuan, but unexpectedly Ma Wuwei directly raised the price, which turned the face of British popularity blue.

Just want to continue to raise the price, but suddenly heard another voice sounded, even directly raised 10 million!

"260 million!"

The Englishman turned around and saw that it was no one else. It was really Liu Xiangqian.

Liu Xiangqian ignored the British, but did not bow his hand to the horse: "boss Ma, I like this thing very much, so I can't help bidding. Don't blame it."

Ma Wuwei looked at Liu Xiangqian and shook his head with a smile: "I just can't bear to let the national treasure fall into the hands of outsiders. Since you've done it, I'll sit down and watch the play."

Liu Xiangqian once again rushed to the horse but did not bow his hand. Thank the horse for not seeing it.

When the Englishman heard the conversation, he couldn't help but say, "280 million!"

It's a 20 million price increase.

Liu Xiangqian was going to raise the price directly to 300 million yuan. Unexpectedly, at this time, he suddenly pulled his sleeve and said gently, "don't add too much. It's almost his limit. A hundred thousand plus a hundred thousand. "

Liu Xiangqian was stunned. He didn't understand why he said so solemnly, but he nodded and said, "280.1 million."

Hearing Liu Xiangqian's offer, the British almost vomited blood. To be honest, he has prepared 280 million yuan this time. According to his conjecture, the price is enough to win the chicken bowl. But who would have thought that the hateful Chinese had only added 100000 yuan, and that 100000 yuan stuck him in a dilemma.

"You..." the Englishman glared at Liu Xiangqian, but could not say anything.

"Please." Liu Xiangqian reaches out to him and signals him to continue to increase the price.

And the Englishman hesitated again and again. He had been cruel and wanted to bite his teeth more, but when he saw Liu Xiangqian's calm eyes, he suddenly lost confidence.

Finally, he sat down, waved his hand and said, "I gave up."

The auctioneer could not help sighing in his heart with disappointment, and then asked other people at the scene if they would continue to increase the price.

However, I asked again, but no one asked again. To be honest, more than 280 million yuan has greatly exceeded the real value of the chicken bowl cup, which makes everyone give up their idea.

“shit！ That's not good. I have to continue to stimulate this Chinese! " The auctioneer thought angrily and quietly winked at the cap under the stage.

The duck tongue cap knows the meaning, fiercely raises the brand, opens the mouth to be about to shout out "300 million" the price.

However, unexpectedly, when the cap was only half raised, his arm dropped down. Before he knew what was going on, he fell into the dark and collapsed on the chair.

And in his back slant side, solemn hand is holding a few toothpicks, smile of abnormal treacherous.

You have a good plan. I have a wall ladder. Since there's no way to stop you from raising the price with nurseries, I'll just knock your nurseries out!