Chapter 297

The venue is actually a private single family villa.

The three walked up the stairs from the underground garage, led by the staff, and entered the outer courtyard of the villa.

They were the late ones. When they came up, there were already many people in the yard, sending cigarettes to chat and joke with each other.

Yan Zhaoxing has just entered the outer courtyard.

Now.

A young woman who looked highly professional in a black silk uniform came up with small broken steps.

"President Yan."

The young woman said hello kindly.

"Little sister."

Yan Zhaoxing shook his hand with the young woman, then took it back, pointed to Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang, and said, "this is a brother from the capital, Wu Xianming, a newcomer. This is his female friend."

Then he pointed to the young woman: "this is a friend in our circle, Xiao AI. Brother gang held this activity with the help of Xiao AI."

"Hey, Mr. Yan, look what you said."

AI politely waved his hand and smiled brightly: "brother Wu, right? Hello."

She took the initiative to reach out and shook hands with Wu Xianming, and noticed the string of hands on his wrist: "eh, I remember this is not the string in President Yan's hand..."

"Hello, little AI, beautiful woman."

Zhong Tianzheng took back his palm and said faintly, "I don't understand this thing. Brother Xiaoxing recommended it, so I bought it and wanted to be happy."

"That's fine."

AI took a deep look at Yan Zhaoxing: "yes, President Yan, brother Wu is such a big man. You didn't introduce it to me earlier."

"He's a big fart. He's stupid and has a lot of money."

Yan Zhaoxing bared his teeth and joked, and intentionally or unintentionally ordered: "but today, the purpose of his coming here is to come and have a look."

"Ah."

AI knew for a moment. She nodded thoughtfully. The smile on her face remained the same. Then she said hello to Ah Xiang and led them in.

Inside the villa.

At this time, the hall on the first floor has been completely emptied and turned into a hall. In front of the center, a stepped small stage is built, which is very similar.

Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang are completely new faces. They are basically strange faces. From time to time, someone will come up to say hello to Yan Zhaoxing, and then mention Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang.

This time.

Zhong Tianzheng finally understood why Yan Zhaoxing insisted on letting him go in person.

Trust aside.

On this occasion, if someone else really comes, in case something goes wrong, Yan Zhaoxing's personal establishment will completely collapse and his reputation in the circle will disappear.

The most important thing is.

Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang are lack of institutional Qi. Even if they are strangers, with Yan Zhaoxing's care, no one will pay attention to them at all.

About twenty minutes later.

The whole hall was completely quiet.

A line of several people in security uniforms came in and were responsible for maintaining security around.

Soon.

The prelude opens.

Gangge, who presided behind the scenes, never showed up. Instead, he specially invited someone to preside over the whole meeting.

Soon.

One after another.

This auction is not similar to the one staged in the film. On the whole, it is more like an antique fair. The organizer takes out something to show you. If you think it's OK, you can bid. If no one bids, this thing is yours.

of course.

Here, you don't have to worry about the existence of fake goods, which is commonly known as drilling.

Everything, one to one fidelity.

Besides.

No one here is Xiaobai.

The whole venue is still very ornamental.

Kangxi blue and white general can.

White jade belt board with dragon pattern in Ming Dynasty.

Liu Yong's seven character calligraphy vertical axis in the Qing Dynasty.

Mother of pearl inlaid treasure box in Qianlong period.

……

Wait, wait.

Many good things that Zhong Tianzheng didn't understand at all made the scene applaud again and again.

of course.

The most boring thing in the whole auction process is Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang.

In addition to opening their eyes, they had no other harvest.

The worst thing is.

Even if they can't understand it, they don't have any interest. They have to pretend to be very interested and carry it all the way, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

As for the trading process, it is more simple and rough.

Things you like, the price is settled, card transactions are drawn on the spot, invoices and so on. It's still relatively standard on the whole.

The whole auction process lasted about forty minutes.

The atmosphere of the venue also gradually turned from climax to depression.

As for the case of reselling cultural relics mentioned by Yan Zhaoxing, it has never appeared from beginning to end. Although the things auctioned on site are precious, they are also within the scope of normal circulation.

Just when Zhong Tianzheng thought it was over.

There was a sudden change on the stage.

A middle-aged man of about forty came onto the stage.

The middle-aged looked at his height of about 1.75 meters and his weight was about 160 kilograms. He was a little fat. Since he came on stage, he had a Maitreya like smile on his face. He looked naive and gave people a very kind feeling.

"Cough."

The chubby middle-aged man stood on the stage, glanced around the stage, cleared his throat and said, "I'm glad to see you here today. It's a very lucky thing."

"Oh? What is fate? "

Yan Zhaoxing sat under the stage and leaned slightly.

"Yes, what is fate?"

Now.

Someone under the stage followed the coax.

"This is a very lucky thing."

The smile on the chubby middle-aged face remained the same, glanced around the crowd, and finally fell on Yan Zhaoxing: "if I didn't guess wrong, you should be the famous president Yan in Shangnan antique circle. You see, you don't know me, but I know you. Is this an unusual fate?"

"Ha ha."

Yan Zhaoxing grinned and did not answer.

"You see, each of us here, I think, it must be fate that makes you and me get together here. Of course, the fate between us may be based on money, but there are so many rich people in the world, but the chance of meeting is very small." Weipang middle-aged forcibly explained a wave, and then returned to the theme. The conversation suddenly turned: "but what I say next May predestine me to have no fate with some of us present."

"No fate?"

"What? I've pulled a bunch of useless things."

Now.

Some people couldn't help but feel the heat inside and began to coax.

"Ha ha."

The chubby middle-aged smiled like Maitreya and played with his hand string carefully: "then I'll say it directly. Now, please take out the tickets in your hand. The first number is three eight. You can leave the scene."