Fairy Red Packets

"Pang Lao, although you are the president, we will not let you! I will give out 90 million!"

A red-faced big man said loudly.

"Wang Youjun's words are worth all the money, I will give a whole number, one hundred million!"

The other big man waved his hand and said with great emotion.

Old Pang smiled and returned to his seat, "You people are so cruel, don't save me a bit of face for the old man."

The red-faced boss asked: "Then do you want it?"

Old Pang smiled and said, "Of course, one hundred and ten million."

"One hundred and twenty million!"

"One hundred and thirty million!"

"One hundred and forty million!"

The price soared all the way and doubled in an instant, and Sikong was happy to hear from ear to ear.

His status in the family is not high, and the monthly expenses are limited. Buying this painting cost him a full year of pocket money, and this year's pocket money will be available again.

While everyone was vying for prices, Chen Xin was bored and picked up his mobile phone and entered the red envelope group to chat with the big guys.

Seeing Chen Xin staring at the phone intently, Si Kongyun felt a trace of frustration for the first time.

She is the jewel of the Sikong family, and one of the four talented women in Beijing. People who admire her can go from the first ring to the fifth ring. However, for the first time she took the initiative to strike up a conversation with a boy, but the other party loved to answer. Is it just a mobile phone? Is it fun?

However, she immediately thought of a legend, saying that most boys are obsessed with games, and once they play crazy, they don't care.

Thinking of this, Si Kongyun turned slightly to Chen Xin's side, peeking at Chen Xin's phone, and asked: "What game is you playing, is it fun?"

Chen Xinbai glanced at her, with a faint hum in his nostrils, his eyes still staring at the screen.

In fact, he didn't want to have too much trouble with Si Kongyun, so he deliberately ignored her.

Si Kongyun bit her teeth and asked angrily, "What do you want to buy at the auction?"

Chen Xin said indifferently: "Just take a look, let's talk about something good."

Sikongyun was very depressed, not sure why Chen Xin ignored her, could it be because of the conflict with Sikongshu?But this lady has already explained it to you, and who is still showing her face!

A big man is so stingy!Humph!

The bidding is still in progress. Zhang Junru, who is sitting next to Chen Xin, clenched his fists in excitement, his eyes widened, and a gentleman who was originally a gentleman became like a gambler with a face full of excitement.

Finally, after suffering for a while, suddenly stood up and shouted:

"I'm out! 180 million!"

This voice shook many people's ears and looked at him in unison.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xin couldn't help but glanced at him more, "It's just a word, as for this?"

Zhang Junru realized that he was a little gaffe, but he still repeated: "I gave out 180 million!"

At this time, Sikong saw that he was already happy to see that he made more than 100 million yuan at once, can he be unhappy!

At this time, the female auctioneer smiled and said to the audience: "Shao Zhang bid 180 million, is there any higher?"

The price is already high, so many people are hesitating, and no one continues to bid.

At this time, Chen Xin's brows were slightly condensed, and he immediately switched the phone to the camera mode, took a picture, and then privately sent it to the book saint Wang Xizhi.

"Bookmaster, did you write this character?"

Book sage Wang Xizhi: "No, this is copied by others."

"How to say?"

Wang Xizhi: "Can I recognize my words? @$#……"

"Okay, get it, let's talk another day."

Chen Xin's eyes flashed. Since Wang Xizhi's claim is false, it must be false.

But the real and the fake have nothing to do with him. Anyway, he doesn't buy it.

But at this time, after hesitating for a while, the red-faced big man added another five million, and the price reached 185 million.

Chen Xin originally thought that Zhang Junru was just joining in the fun, but he did not expect that he would stand up again, and shouted in a certain way: "I'm out..."

As soon as he said two words, Chen Xin interrupted: "Zhang Junru, sit down and stop fighting."

Zhang Junru was startled and asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Chen Xin casually said: "Don't you think it's too extravagant to spend nearly 200 million on a picture?"

Sikong was excited when he saw that he didn't want to compete for a few more rounds, so he could earn more. Seeing Chen Xin suddenly came out to interrupt, he suddenly stopped getting angry. In a hurry, he forgot the lesson just now, and he sneered Road:

"What do you know, this is the sentiment that the upper class plays, you know?"

Zhang Junru also smiled and said: "Brother Chen, I love calligraphy and painting, especially Wang Youjun's calligraphy. Besides, this is the real thing. The price is not very expensive."

The implication is that this little money is really nothing, so just leave it alone.

Chen Xin said faintly: "If it's an authentic piece, of course it's worth the price... Forget it, you can buy it if you want."

Sikong Jian's expression suddenly changed, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, I'll just talk about it, you guys continue."

He and Zhang Junru are just friends, and they are too lazy to care, but his words have aroused the curiosity of many people, and...dissatisfaction!

Pang Lao, president of the Calligraphy Association, is one of them.

The red-faced big man even coldly snorted: "Young man, are you questioning the authority of Old Pang?"

The female auctioneer also changed her face slightly and said: "This handsome guy, I think you may not have heard clearly just now. Pang Lao is the president of the Calligraphy Association. He is unique in calligraphy, especially Wang Xizhi's characters. She has studied very thoroughly and absolutely. There won't be any punches!"

Hearing this, Sikong was very proud of his heart, and said in a weird manner: "Beauty, you are wrong, how does he know any elegant art? Tell him that this is purely playing the piano to the cow!"

Everyone looked at Chen Xin with mocking eyes, and Pang Lao also stood up and stared at Chen Xin displeased:

"Young man, what do you mean by saying clearly?"

It's endless, right?

Chen Xin didn't expect that he would say anything casually. These people would be so but not forgiving. If this is the case, then you are welcome!

He sat on the sofa calmly, his right finger buckled the armrest of the mahogany sofa, and said lightly: "You guys really want to know?"

Old Pang hummed coldly: "Please enlighten me!"

With that said, he was actually very angry in his heart. He is an authoritative expert in calligraphy, how can he tolerate doubts!

"Since Elder Pang wants to know, then I'll speak straight."

Chen Xin still tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly and skillfully, sending out a rhythmic rhythm, and said casually:

"Since Pang Lao is an expert, I must understand that the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi's words are chic and unique, and every word is never repeated."

Old Pang furrowed his brows and nodded, "I do say this."

"Then, look carefully!"

Chen Xin has a calm expression, but there is strong confidence in his eyes: "In this character, the east side is sunrise and the west side is raining. The Tao is not sunny but there is sunny. The two characters of'Bian' and the two characters of'Qing', are there Traces of repetition?!"

Boss Pang was shocked and hurriedly took out his glasses and stepped onto the stage to observe carefully. Then his body suddenly stiffened, and he said in despair, "Sure enough, there are repetitive traces, although it is not obvious, but...Is the old man really punching the eye?"

"Pang old man, don't listen to him forcing him to make a fake, what else do you need an expert to do?"

At this time Sikong saw a face that looked like constipation. It was hard to see it, and said angrily: "You say this is fake, then you can take it out! If you can't take it out, it's true!"

Chen Xin: I want to see it for real. Bring a monthly pass!