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"Mr. Han Henghe's reputation isn't that great, and his plow painting isn't as impressive as his Five Bull Painting. But after all, he is the best painter of this kind of painting, which is why he called this plow at 1.8 million, which is far from reaching his limit." Liu Deyong pointed out.

Indeed, very quickly, the 1.8 million threshold was swiftly broken through, the bid quickly reached 2.2 million.

Yang Chen smacked his lips, suddenly feeling that in his memories, the actions of his previous self that showed off his wealth was not worth mentioning.

After all, he had bought a sportscar, which could be used to flaunt his abilities. However, most of the people who bought a picture were just watching. Occasionally, he could only get a few friends to show off their skills.

As the price rose past two million, the bidding grew slower and slower.

"Mr. Yang is determined to win today!" The middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit smiled bitterly.

The man who was called Mr. Yang laughed and said: "My father just happens to have a unique crush on Master Han Henghe. As his son, I naturally have my own way too."

The middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic smiled and said: "Old Master Yang longs for the idyllic life, everyone has heard of it, Mr. Yang's filial piety is even harder to come by, it's just such a pity." After saying that, he looked at the painting with envy, but he did not bid anymore.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had left, the other buyers who were still competing also looked at each other, smiled and no longer bid.

After all, this was only the first painting of the day of the auction. Although it was rare, it was not worth it to be angry in the first round.

Elder Yang stood up and cupped his hands, waiting for Su Jinxuan to announce the results.

Seeing that no one else bid, Su Jinxuan smiled and said, "Congratulations Mr. Yang, you have obtained the ownership of this cattle farming map for a price of two million four hundred thousand."

After saying that, he had the waiter present the second item that was about to be auctioned off.

"Doesn't he have to pay now?" Yang Chen asked suspiciously.

Looking at Yang Chen's little white face, Mo Rann felt a little helpless. She felt that she had definitely taken the wrong medicine this morning, which was why she brought Little White to such an occasion.

However, in the end, he explained, "Those who are able to enter here are either rich or noble, we will not renege on debts for the sake of two million, moreover, the money we raise in front of the scholars is too vulgar, so in the end, we will all go backstage and swipe our cards."

Yang Chen laughed, he did not say a word, why was Qian Pingtang bidding here for a million and two hundred million?

Following the progress of the auction, Yang Chen had also experienced the strength of the local tycoons, while Mo Rann had also made use of the fact that the auction to introduce each and every one of them to Yang Cheng.

For the next few auctions, Liu Deyong would occasionally go up to observe them, but in the end, Mo Rann did not bid for any of them. She wanted to focus all his funds on today's main goal, so he could not afford to lose.

Very quickly, Mo Rann's goal for today was pushed up by the staff.

"The following painting is from the Song Dynasty painter Zhu Rui's painting of the song, Zhu Rui's painting of mountains and rivers, the characters, the class of special works of mules, the coiling car, the master of Li Guo's painting school, the calligraphy and the calligraphy, the description of the arrangement, the coincidence. Although this painting is not as famous as his masterpiece, Pan Shan's painting of the song, it also shows Zhu Rui's outstanding expression of the painting of mountains and rivers, starting with a price of 2 million each time, and increasing the price by no less than 100 thousand. If you are interested, Masters can go up on stage and clap your hands. "

After Su Jinxuan finished speaking, she smiled and moved to the side, leaving the space for the other masters to take a look.

"Miss Mo, this old man will go up to take a look." With that, Liu Deyong stood up and cupped his hands towards the others who were standing together with him. He sat in the last few rows in the middle and waited to view the painting.

"Can Master Liu do it?" From the looks of it, she's way behind us. " Yang Chen asked curiously.

Mo Rann looked at Yang Cheng indifferently and said: "If you can, you go up."

Yang Chen chuckled and no longer spoke. To him, appraising painting and calligraphy was something he didn't know a thing about. However, he still opened his right eye, and carefully observed the words the Demon Pupil said on the stage.

But when Yang Chen used the Demon Pupil s to read the calligraphy and paintings on the stage, he helplessly realized that although he knew how to appraise them, he could not really tell whether this painting was real or not.

After a while, Liu Deyong's palm was done, he returned back to Mo Rann's side and nodded slightly.

Seeing Master Lu's nod, Mo Rann felt a bit more at ease. At least, Liu Deyong felt that this was a genuine painting, so the next step would be to see if he had enough money and luck to take this painting.

"Alright, thank you all for your hands. If you're interested, you can quote a price." This time, Su Jinxuan gave the masters and the potential customers some time to communicate, and only announced when he saw that the whispers below had become a bit softer.

"2.1 million." The Tang suit wearing middle-aged man said indifferently.

"2.2 million." Another lady in a qipao spoke softly.

2.5 million, Mo Rann said as she took a sip of tea, seemingly not caring at all.

However, with Mo Rann's raise of the price, the other bidders were no longer limited to the one hundred thousand bidding price. Very quickly, the price had already risen to 4 million.

"5.3 million." Mo Rann said while pretending to be calm. He never thought that the competition would be so intense.

"You are?" Treasure Pavilion Boss Mo's daughter, Mo Rann? " As the number of people participating in the auction grew fewer and fewer, the Tang suit wearing middle-aged man finally recognized Mo Rann.

"Mr. Zhang, long time no see." Mo Rann chuckled.

"That's right. I haven't seen you in a year or two. Ever since your father passed away, no one can play chess with me and have tea with me anymore." The Tang suit wearing middle-aged man's voice sounded a bit desolate. It seemed that he was Mo Xuan's good friend from when he was alive.

Mo Rann remained silent. Logically speaking, this was a good chance to build a relationship with his father, but Mo Rann did not want to talk about his father at the moment.

Fortunately, the Tang suit wearing middle-aged man seemed to recall his old friend and was not in the mood to participate in the auction. Mo Rann's competitor was missing a person, so she won the bid with 6.2 million.

"Everyone, thank you." As usual, Mo Rann stood up and cupped her hands to thank them.

Seeing Mo Rann sit down and relax slightly, Yang Chen smiled and said: "Boss Mo, is there a need to be so nervous?"

Mo Rann laughed helplessly, but did not explain. At the moment, although Mo Rann had money, it was not enough for her, in order to break through the layers of barriers in front of her Treasure Pavilion and prevent her competitors from attacking them, Mo Rann had already racked his brains to the point of giving gifts. Right now, every cent that remained could become the deciding point for her to turn the tables in the future.

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