Chapter 12： Unexpectedly succeeded

"The next thing to be auctioned is the Mingtihong lady dressing box."

"No reserve price."

"The auction begins."

Song Yun was listless. Just now, he found only three items that would shine in the auction. Now they have all been taken away by others, and the rest are fake.

"Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty-one thousand!"

...

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Twenty-seven thousand!"

...

"Thirty thousand!"

"Thirty-one thousand and five hundred."

...

The auctioneer yelled desperately on the stage, and it was useless at all. The price rose very slowly and the bid was very low.

"It seems that no one is optimistic about this thing!"

Song Yun raised his head and glanced forward while muttering.

"what!"

A dazzling white light flashed in front of Song Yun, and he couldn't help but scream in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"This is a good thing, why didn't I find it before?"

Song Yun calmed down and glanced at the box that was being auctioned on the stage again. The white light was still strong, definitely not dazzling. He quickly looked down at the auction manual in his hand, looked for it for a while, and looked at the last one on the last page. To.

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Could it be that the ghost is covering the eyes?"

Song Yun was at a loss. He had read all the auction items before the auction. Why didn't he see this box? The important thing is that besides himself, other people are not interested in this box and participate in the bidding. There are very few people, and the price is ridiculously low.

"Thirty-seven thousand for the first time."

"Thirty-seven thousand yuan for the second time."

Song Yun heard the auctioneer yelling from the stage, the hammer in his hand was already raised high, and he could not figure out what was going on, and immediately raised his hand.

"Thirty-eight thousand yuan!"

"Someone has already paid 38,000 yuan. Is there anything higher than this price?"

"Very good! Forty thousand yuan!"

"Someone has paid forty thousand yuan! Is there anything higher than this price?"

Song Yun was determined to win, and immediately raised his hand again.

"Forty-one thousand yuan!"

"Now the latest price is 41,000 yuan!"

"Is there anything higher than this price!"

Song Yun's palms were all sweaty, and his heart was pounding, making him extremely nervous.

"Forty-one thousand yuan for the first time!"

"Forty-one thousand yuan for the second time!"

"Forty-one thousand yuan for the third time!"

"Deal!"

Song Yun's brain was blank.

"Photographed?"

"I actually used 41,000 yuan to shoot it?"

Song Yun patted his face vigorously. Because of excessive tension, tight muscles, and severe distortion, he was already ready to continue bidding. Suddenly no one was bidding. Happiness came too quickly, so he was a little psychologically prepared. nothing.

Song Yun sat and didn't move for a long time until the staff came over and said that he had to go through the formalities.

Song Yun stood up, his hands and feet were weak, they were soft like sponges, and his clothes were already soaked.

"In auctions, people with a bad heart are definitely not allowed to participate. Otherwise, you might go to see the Lord Yan with a pat!"

Song Yun shook his head. He was just taking a picture of something worth several million. I don't know how it feels like to be auctioned for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

Song Yun followed the staff to the office of the auction house, paid the money, went through the formalities, and walked out of the auction house with what he had photographed.

"This is really a good thing!"

"These things are really good!"

As soon as Song Yun left the auction house, he couldn't help holding the square box and rubbing it hard, only to see Bai Guangsheng, even under the scorching sun, it was still dazzling.

Song Yun squinted his eyes to observe carefully, and saw a round of bright red like blood in the white light. A lady with imperial makeup was sitting in front of the dressing table, facing a bronze mirror. Although she was only a back figure, a charming air filled, like There is substance, people can't control their brains, that is a peerless beauty.

"Cattle!"

"This is really awesome!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Really out of **** luck!"

Song Yun was very proud. He laughed so hard that he could not see his teeth. He only planned to gain insights and gain experience. He did not expect to have such a great harvest. Judging by the intensity of the white light emitted from this box, he could definitely sell more than one. Ten million, I only used 41,000 yuan to shoot it, which is definitely a big leak.

Song Yun triumphantly admired the box he had photographed, and did not even notice a Rolls Royce parked nearby. There were two people in the back row, one was an old man with gold-rimmed glasses, and the other was two. The woman in the fifteenth to sixteenth, with a delicate face, extraordinary temperament, glamorous, and domineering female president Fan Chiren.

"Ms. Gongyangqiu, this time went very smoothly. The agarwood carved pine, bamboo, plum and orchid drawing pen holder we photographed is very good and it is definitely a treasure."

"The price of 500,000 is not expensive, and the market price can definitely sell for nearly 700,000. This time we are not too big or small."

Xu Desheng has a smile on his face. Gong Yangqiu is the president of a multinational listed company. He is a customer he has served for several years. Recently, he has been looking for a pen holder. I came to participate in the auction today. The process was very smooth and at a relatively ideal price. He took a picture of a carved agarwood, which gave him a sigh of relief. Big clients such as Gongyangqiu must be carefully maintained and not sloppy.

"what?"

"Miss Ramqiu, what are you looking at?"

Xu Desheng was talking, and found that Gong Yangqiu was not listening to him at all, but was looking out the window.

"Old Xu, look at the man on the side of the road. The young man at the door of the auction house now has a red box in his hand. What do you think of that thing?"

Gong Yangqiu raised his finger while speaking.

Xu Desheng looked over, his face changed immediately.

"Miss Gongyangqiu, wait here for a while, I'll take a look!"

Xu Desheng is a master. Despite the distance, he can tell that the box is pretty good at a glance. He pushed the car door and ran over. Ramqiu has been looking for a good makeup box for several years. I didn't even run into it, the one in front of me seemed to look good.