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Yang Yang checked the information and found that this auction house is very famous.

At each auction, a lot of antique appreciation experts and upper-class wealthy people are invited.

The things auctioned by this auction house are quite special. The same antiques are real and fake.

Real antiques are invaluable, and fake ones are worthless, but they can be hidden from everyone's eyes, and he made very beautiful.

This auction must rely on everyone's eyesight.

When you enter the auction, you must first sign a life-and-death agreement. No matter whether the thing you buy is real or fake, it is purely voluntary and has nothing to do with the auction house. You must never find fault afterwards.

Yang Yang found it interesting and took the invitation letter to the Zefeng Teahouse.

Signed a life and death agreement and went in.

The invitations are divided into different levels. Yang Yang got the highest-level invitation, located in the private room on the second floor.

It is said that it is a private room, but it is actually covered by a screen between the two locations, which is similar to the lobby below.

It just seems mysterious.

Before the start of the auction, guests at each table received a card that introduced all the collections of the auction.

The auction was divided into three parts. The first round was for jewelry, hairpins, rings and jade, the second round was for porcelain, paintings and calligraphy, and the third round was for medicinal materials.

The environment on the second floor is good, everyone is relatively quiet, but next to Yang Yang, a man and a woman sat.

The volume of the two people is almost literally.

Man: "Yaoyao, let me tell you, if you are fancy something later, tell me directly, as long as it is what you want, I will definitely buy it for you!"

The woman said in surprise: "Really?"

The man patted his chest: "Of course! As long as you are happy, you can say anything! This time my dad gave me a lot of money!"

The woman was a little embarrassed: "But, didn't Uncle let you buy medicinal materials? Buy me something, what will it look like."

"What are you afraid of! My dad gave me 50 million, and this time I brought enough money! One hundred thousand for a broken medicinal material will do."

Yang Yang heard this and laughed directly, and came out with his father's money, which was really funny.

The screen cannot block the volume, and a man and a woman next to him heard it.

"Who? What a laugh!"

Yang Yang shook the tea cup in his hand, and a scent of Pu'er tea pierced his nose.

"It's so worthless to come out with my father's money to make a sister."

The man next to him rushed over immediately.

"Your kid! What's your name! How dare you talk to me like this!"

"Why don't you change your name or your surname, Yang Yang."

"Do you know who I am? Xi'an's biggest antique shop, Song Qing's son, Song Zhong!"

"Have not heard."

Song Zhong was angry.

"You! Turn around for me!" Chu Yun sat with his back to Song Zhong, without paying attention to him at all.

The movement here attracted many people, and the staff here immediately came over.

"Master Song, please calm down. It's because of the face of Zefeng Teahouse. Don't make trouble here."

"I'll ask someone to bring two pots of good tea to the two in a while."

Song Zhong glanced at the man, suffocated his stomach, didn't dare to vent.

He knew that this auction house was supported by a big man, and even his father was afraid of it.

If they cause trouble here, not only will they be kicked out by the auction house, they will no longer be able to do antique business in the whole country.

There have been such examples before, but now that the staff member comes over, it is equivalent to a warning.

Song Zhong snorted coldly, "I will let you go now."

"Please, please."

Song Zhong returned to his seat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, the hospitality is not good, the best tea will be delivered later."

Yang Yang nodded without saying anything.

but.

He did not promise to let Song Zhong go.

A waiter here is so sleek, he sent such an arrogant second-generation rich with just a few words. This restaurant is not easy!

To rectify Song Zhong, you can only start at auction.

"Everyone! Welcome to the auction of Zefeng Tea House. All the collection lists for this auction are in your hands."

"This auction is still the old rules, some of the collections are real, and some are fake."

"There is a tablet in front of each tabletop. When each collection comes out, it will display a picture of the collection without any dead ends."

"Everyone conducts the auction according to their own judgment."

"Please show us our first collection today."

"Golden phoenix jade hairpin, something from the Qing Dynasty, made by royal craftsmen, the starting price is 200,000 yuan, and the price is raised 10,000 yuan each time."

The phoenix hairpins of the Qing Dynasty were all things the queen brought, or they were the things the emperor gave to his concubine.

It was made by the royal craftsmen personally, and the degree of exquisiteness and value is very high.

Everyone observes on the tablet.

Yang Yang took a look, and the phoenix hairpin looked intricately crafted with gems inlaid on it.

It's a pity that it's a fake, but the gold and gems on it are real. The first collection is a fake. It's really fun.

At this time, he heard the person next to him speak.

"Yaoyao, how about I buy this hairpin for you? Since the emperor gave it to the queen, I will give it to you..."

"Such an expensive hairpin, forget it."

"Oh! I said I would give it to you!"

Song Zhong thought to himself, it was my father's money anyway, he now has 20 million!What are you afraid of.

"Then this is really from the Qing Dynasty?"

Song Zhong took a closer look. He made antiques at home. He didn't know how to appreciate antiques. In order not to be ashamed in front of people he liked, he said, "This is absolutely true. Look at the gloss and the workmanship."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Okay, Master Song two hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Is there any price increase!"

"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"

"Two hundred and seventy thousand!"

Song Zhong: "Three hundred thousand!"

Yang Yang: "Four hundred thousand!"

Song Zhong on the side listened, how can this be tolerated, dare to steal my things!

He quickly raised the bidding card in his hand: "Five hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Six hundred thousand!"

This hairpin was already a little bit at a loss if it exceeded 500,000. When other people saw this, they didn't bid any more. They were all optimistic looking at Yang Yang and Song Zhong, who was the winner.

"one million!"

Song Zhong gritted his teeth and shouted a million.

Yang Yang did not continue to shoot.

finally.

Song Zhong successfully photographed a fake Jinfeng hairpin for one million.

"Huh! Grab something from me! It's still mine in the end!"

In the eyes of insiders, Song Zhong lost at least more than 900,000 yuan, after all, this is not something of the Qing Dynasty.

But no one said it broke.

Yang Yang wanted this effect. As long as Song Zhong had the idea of ​​competing with Yang Yang, he would succeed.

Next.

Yang Yang is about to give full play to his ability to appreciate treasures.

There are very few people who can tell whether an antique is real or fake directly from the picture.

There are also many at such well-known shareholder auctions.