Chapter 463

Master ouzhizi's works have always been popular items in auction houses. Although the price of 60 million yuan is already a sky high price, it still can't stop the enthusiasm of buyers. As soon as the host announced the beginning of the auction, the price was increased to 80 million RMB in a flash.

"Eighty one million!"

"82 million!"

"One hundred million!" Fujitsu chunjutu's price has been continuously increased from 60 million to 80 million, but the price is still kept rising until Zheng Xiaofei's arrogant face fiercely raised the price, and the auction scene was quiet.

"One hundred million, the price is a little high. Mr. Zheng is really determined to win this picture of Fuji spring residence." The auction site was quiet for a few minutes, then someone looked at Zheng zeru in amazement and said.

"Yes, it's 20 million more than that painting from Sotheby's! Mr. Zheng is really a big hand

"It seems that no one has ever argued with Mr. Zheng about this painting, but if you really buy it back, it can be a family heirloom for future generations."

When Zheng zeru heard the comments around him, he showed a proud look on his face. The price of one hundred million yuan really depressed most of the buyers. Although no one was richer than Zheng zeru at the auction, not every rich man was willing to spend one hundred million yuan on a painting.

"110 million!" Zhao Fugui suddenly raised the sign and said in a voice.

"Mr. Zhao has offered 110 million yuan. Is there any bid? Is there any bid?" The host got excited and yelled, "110 million for the first time, 110 million for the second time!"

"120 million!" Zheng Zegui immediately raised the price, but Zhao's face changed again.

"Dad, this boy is obviously a troublemaker. He doesn't know what to do. He dares to break our business!" Zheng Xiaofei's face looked ugly and said.

"Don't be careless. The boy said that fujichun jutu was a fake, but now he's fighting with us again. Obviously, he has set up a set of rules and doesn't want us to get fushanchun jutu. Unfortunately, the boy is too young. He thought I would be fooled. It's a delusion!" Zheng zeru said confidently.

"130 million!" Zhao Fugui once again calmly raised the sign in his hand, which even Wang Yuanming began to worry about. Zhao Fugui is just an empty handed white wolf. He has only a few million in his hand. He can't even afford the gold-plated Guanyin statue. Now he dares to compete for the famous paintings of hundreds of millions of yuan. It's really bold.

"This boy really wants to rob us of Fushan chunjutu!" Zheng zeru's face changed again and said with a sneer, "but this time I prepared 30 million US dollars of working capital. I don't believe that Wang Yuanming prepared more money than me. 140 million! "

Zheng zeru didn't think that Zhao Fugui wanted to buy the painting, but Wang Yuanming wanted it. This idea let Zheng zeru continue to bid without hesitation.

"Mr. Zheng has paid 140 million yuan. Is there a higher price? Is there a higher price?" The host is full of eager eyes to Zhao Fugui, Zhao Fugui did not let him down, once again raised the hand of the brand.

"150 million!" Zhao Fugui said.

Zhao Fugui yelled out the price, and at the same time, he began to quickly calculate that 150 million yuan is about 20 million yuan. Wang Yuanming prepared 20 million US dollars to buy paintings. Zheng zeru estimated that he had prepared at least 30 million US dollars of working capital for insurance, so the upper limit of their bidding price was more than 180 million.

"160 million!" Zhao Fugui's price shouts, Zheng zeru is biting teeth, the facial expression some ugly continues to bid a way. 160 million is close to his capital limit. If Zhao Fugui's price exceeds his capital limit, the painting will be robbed.

Before the auction, Zheng zeru vowed to take this picture of Fu Shan Chun Ju. If Wang Yuanming snatched it, Zheng zeru would lose his face.

"170 million!" Zhao Fugui's calm voice rang again and said that the palm of Zhao Fugui's hand had been slightly moist when he called out the price. If Zheng zeru didn't offer a higher price, the fake picture of Fushan Chunju would be smashed in his hand. More importantly, Zhao Fugui didn't have so much money at all.

Zhao Fugui was nervous, but his face was calm, which made people unable to see the details. Wang Yuanming's expression was the same, the same calm, he saw more than Zhao Fugui in the big scene.

Zheng zeru's eyes are red and he stares at Zhao Fugui, but he doesn't bid. The host yelled, the first time, the second time, just before the third time, Zheng zeru finally made a bid.

"180 million!" Zheng zeru grits her teeth and calls out the price, which is the limit of his bid. After calling out the price, Zheng zeru stares at Zhao Fugui nervously for fear that Zhao Fugui will continue to bid.

"One hundred and eighty thousand times, one hundred and eighty million twice, is there any bid? Is there a bid? Is Mr. Zhao going to raise the price? " The host looks forward to seeing Zhao Fugui again and hopes that Zhao Fugui will continue to bid. This single auction item has exceeded his previous auction record. Unfortunately, this time Zhao Fugui let the host down. He shook his head slightly to indicate that he would not bid any more. The host was a little disappointed and yelled, "no one bid, 180 million for the third time, deal. Congratulations to Mr. Zheng for getting the picture of Fu Shan Chun Ju"Hoo Zheng zeru showed a relieved expression, and then he was proud again. He took a look at Zhao Fugui and Wang Yuanming triumphantly. Fushan chunjutu finally fell into his hands.

Zheng zeru takes a triumphant look at Zhao Fugui, but immediately finds that Zhao also smiles, which makes him have a bad premonition. However, the ecstasy of Fushan chunjutu dilutes this bad feeling.

"180 million, which is 100 million higher than the painting sold by Sotheby's. Mr. Zheng is really a big hand!" A rich businessman sighed.

"Ha ha, 180 million people almost let president Wang cut off their beard. It seems that they are fighting very hard!" Said another rich businessman.

"Zheng zeru is trying to cut Wang Yuanming's face. It's been ten years since they had a festival."

"Teacher Ma, check the painting. I want it now!" With a wave of his hand, Zheng zeru let Ma modu examine the painting.

"No problem, it's authentic. No one ever dropped the bag!" Ma Mo carefully checked the scroll again, and nodded to Zheng zeru.

"Xiaofei, transfer money, take the picture!" Zheng zeru nodded and waved to Zheng Xiaofei to remit money to the auction house. Zheng Xiaofei immediately transferred the money. After the auction house confirmed that it was correct, a special security personnel opened the tempered glass, put the picture into a sandalwood box and handed it to Zheng zeru.