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The next day was the pink chicken auction day, but Kuang Zheng didn't go to the company in the morning and stayed at home with Bao Chan.

Last night, he was worried that with Shi Kuoting's violent reaction, Baochan might have just walked out and then retracted. He slept all night in a daze, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, Baochan leaned against his pillow and said, "Brother, I did something wrong. gone."

Kuang Zheng frowned, but said nothing.

"I should have told Senior Brother earlier," Baochan said in a muffled voice, "I shouldn't have let him know in this situation."

He didn't flinch, and his brows slowly relaxed.

"The glass of the car..." Baozhan hugged him, "Don't get angry with him."

Kuang Zheng smiled lazily, "You don't feel bad, I can do whatever you want."

Bao Chan pressed against his chest: "It's useless to suffer, Senior Brother will pass this test sooner or later."

Kuang Zheng kissed his hair, he was right, as long as the two of them love each other and can work together, great resistance will not be a problem.

"I'll go alone tomorrow," Baochan raised his head, "don't show up, he's going to blow up again when he sees you."

Kuang Zheng disagreed: "I'm afraid he will detain you and not give it to me."

Bao Chan chuckled: "I'm a big living person, how can he buckle it?"

"In the locked room, take your mobile phone," Kuang Zheng hugged his back, "I can't stand it even for a day."

Baochan got up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "He is my elder brother, not my father!"

Kuang Zheng pinched his chin: "In short, it's your natal family."

"What..." Baozhan blinked dully, "What natal family, why is my natal family here!"

Kuang kept his face straight and his heart skipped a beat: "It was decided last time."

Baochan sat up, "When will it be decided!"

"The job was assigned here last time," Kuang Zheng patted the mattress, "You can't be a man, so I'll do it."

"That..." Baochan quit, "That's not it!"

"Okay, let's do this first," Kuang Zheng pulled him back into his arms again, "Don't go to Yang Yang for any vocal lessons today, I'll pick a suit for you, let's go look pretty Auction house."

"It's not me..." Baochan wanted to mutter, but Kuangzheng slapped his butt twice: "Don't make trouble, be obedient."

Kuangzheng chose a double-breasted button-down waist dress with a lapel collar for him, paired it with a small lapel embossed shirt without a pocket square, because the person is already wonderful enough, and any pretentiousness would be superfluous.

First went to Wanrong Zhenhui, made a round of public relations calls, and then ordered two puffer fish sashimi to cushion their stomachs. When it got dark, they took Xiaohao's car to Sujiade Art Center.

Duan Zhao, Wang Youcheng, and Tan Kusheng came over in the afternoon to make some pre-shoot preparations and discuss a few details with Mr. Liu. Right now, they are receiving guests under the crystal chandelier at the entrance of the auction hall.

Most of them are customers of Wanrong Zhenhui. They were not customers before. In the past two days, burglars have also become customers. A public auction with the theme of contemporary art, collectible red wine and tourbillon watches is about to succeed The home of Wanrong Zhenhui.

"Boss, Brother Bao!" Duan Zhao greeted Kuangzheng and Baozhan in the stream of people, and personally ushered them in. "The first five seats on the right side of the row are ours."

"Thank you." Kuang Zheng nodded in satisfaction, and went in with Bao Chan.

Duan Zhao returned to the front hall, and Wang Youcheng stood under the big chandelier to take his place. With a conspicuous white face, gold-rimmed glasses, and elegant manners, he was chatting with an arrogant young man.

Duan Zhao looked at the man, smiled and said, "Isn't this Mr. Gu?"

Xiao Gu turned around to see him, and stretched out his hand: "Remove the word Zong for me."

"I haven't seen you years ago," Duan Zhao held him tightly, "Where did you go?"

"Forget it," Xiao Gu wiped his face, "I'm black, I've been in India."

Duan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "The domestic business is not enough for you?"

"It's not enough," Xiao Gu worried, "The layout of the house."

Duan Zhao nodded. At this time, several guests entered the door. He glanced at them, but did not say hello abnormally.

With sharp eyes, Xiao Gu came over and whispered, "Did you find a babysitter?"

Duan Zhao glared at him: "Don't say it so harshly."

"Isn't it just a fake auction?" Xiao Gu shrugged, "I know which auction didn't have one."

"If you understand, stop talking nonsense."

"Tsk," Xiao Gu rolled his eyes, "I've heard about your pink chicken in the Chinese community in India. It's very popular, so there's no need to do it like this."

"Pink chicken is not a problem," Duan Zhao is well versed in the opacity of the auction house. The auctioneer is performing the main show on the stage, and there must be a few extra performers off the stage. "The key is to shoot well and beautifully."

Xiao Gu is not interested in artworks, he just joins in the fun, pats him on the shoulder, turns and enters the hall, "Come and drink with me when you have time."

He walked forward, and Wang Youcheng stood up behind him: "Is the customer relationship so good?"

"Envy?" Duan Zhao froze, "You should learn the basic skills of account managers."

Wang Youcheng didn't speak, but smiled through the thin glasses.

The night auction is the auction with the most top lots and the highest turnover. It is more like a social event for celebrities than a trading venue.Today, due to the pink chicken finale, the auction has not yet started. Su Jiade's online auction has already exceeded [-] online users, and his IP addresses are spread all over the world. Anyone who can occupy a place in this small auction hall in front of him is either rich or expensive.

At seven o'clock, the auctioneer came onto the stage. Her appearance was completely different from yesterday. Her wavy hair was neatly rolled up, and the V-neck shirt was replaced by a professional suit. Only the shoes were still high, which was for standing on the high platform specially designed for men. Appears short.She raised her head and glanced at the audience. The auction hall was full of seats, and only the first seat on the left was vacant among the crowded heads.

She held the mallet, smiled politely, and the auction officially started.

The opening was a pair of 1945 Château Latour Cabernet Sauvignon, followed by various artworks and famous watches. The first small climax came from a Patek Philippe 6002 star-moon tourbillon. The high price transaction of 28 yuan ignited the atmosphere at the scene in one fell swoop.

Although this "first hammer" is a woman, she is not "relentless" in the face of a full house of bosses, and continues to control the scene with fast quotations, with a steady and airtight rhythm, until the pink chicken takes the stage - it is held by two The gloved staff held it up, under the bright white spotlight, the bright oil paint was not dry yet.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she introduced forcefully, "Lot No. 074 is also the last lot tonight, 'Pink Chicken 0229' entrusted by Wanrong Zhenhui Art Trading Department, with a starting price of 70 yuan Renminbi!"

70, an eye-popping price, is not directly proportional to the status of the pink chicken. Because of the disproportion, it has a certain magical aura, which makes many celebrities aspire to get it.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly reached a high point, and some people were already holding signs eager to try. At this time, the auctioneer changed his previous short and fast pace, and slowed down the rhythm instead: "Before the auction starts, I will give a brief introduction about this work."

This is another strategy, the pot boils too fast and it is easy to rush, she turns the fire to a simmer and strives for victory steadily.

"Pink chicken 0229," she pointed to the display stand, "please pay attention to this number, the date only comes once every four years, which is enough to show its scarcity."

Few buyers pay attention to such small details, and there are whispers in the audience.

"Su Jiade has 74 lots at auction today," she picked up the auction catalogue. "This is the only work that has received countless bidding registrations and deposits without participating in the preview or even making a public offer."

This speaks to the potential demand for it in the market.

"As far as I know," she looked at the first row of seats on the right, "

Except for the one in the personal collection of the president of Wanrong Zhenhui, one of the four private banks, 0229 is currently the largest work in the Pink Chicken series. "

Baochan was startled, and leaned towards Kuangzheng: "Brother?"

"It's hanging in my office," Kuang Zheng smiled, "If you like it, I'll send someone home."

70 paintings, hanging at home?Baochan doesn't have such a big heart.

"At the turn of spring and summer this year," the auctioneer said with a steady smile, "the pink chicken series will hold a special exhibition at the Tate Museum in England."

This implies its huge room for appreciation.

"As the first pink chicken to be publicly auctioned in the market," she skillfully raised her hammer and raised her voice, "Let us wait and see, who will get this honor as the first owner of 0229 in the world!"

When the auction started, Duan Zhao looked back at the boiling venue. Hot searches, special exhibitions, and brand cooperation were all small things. What really determines the value of a painter is the transaction record of the auction. That is to say, Mr. Liu today This hammer will draw a baseline for Fen Ji and Ku Sheng Ran Xia's worth in the future.

"110 million!"

"180 million!"

"260 million!"

The bids were continuous and extremely fast. Duan Zhao stared at the sidelines and looked at his watch. He didn't even have a chance to raise his cards when he looked for those people. In two minutes and 20 seconds, the bids had already broken the 700 million mark. is going up.

Tens of thousands of people grabbed a chicken at the same time, and Wanrong Zhenhui made enough gimmicks before the auction. This price is not outrageous.

"750 million!"

"840 million!"

"900 million!"

Once the 900 million passed, the market immediately cooled down. This is the psychological base price of the vast majority of bidders for the pink chicken. The bitterness is dyed in the summer, and there is no topic. After all, it is a new artist, and the investment prospect of the pink chicken is still unknown.

"900 million once!" The auctioneer bid loudly. Judging from her tone, she was already satisfied, and was even eager to drop the hammer at this high price. "900 million for the second time!"

When the dust was about to settle, the door of the auction hall was pushed open, and a tall man in a white suit walked in calmly. He had light hair and pupils that were lighter than his hair. He strode forward without squinting.

Someone in the venue knew him: "...from the Ho family in Chiang Mai."

"The one in Thailand..."

"...a real art collector!"

Mr. Xiao walked to a row of vacant seats on the left, glanced at Kuang Zheng and Bao Chan on the right side, sat down gracefully, and quoted a price: "1000 million."

The auction hall fell silent for a moment.

"1000 million!" This was the call that broke the bottleneck, and the auctioneer quickly responded: "This gentleman bid 1000 million!"

He Shengjing's 1000 million was a shot in the arm, reinvigorating the auction house, and the bidding sounded again and again, and began to go up steadily with a step of 100 million.

Kuangzheng touched Baochen with his elbow: "Hold it once."

"Huh?" Baozhan was stunned.

"Hold the card," Kuang Zheng approached him, "It's rare to have this kind of opportunity, let's play."

Play?This kind of scene is worth 100 million in one fell swoop, Bao Chan dare not say: "Don't make trouble."

"It's okay, come on," Kuang Zheng whispered to him, "I'm here."

Baochan hesitated, holding the number plate with both hands.

"There must be a first time," Kuang Zheng said, "Only in the future will there be such a scene, and you will be able to handle it with ease."

Baochan looked at his brother, he was helping him, helping him to lift up, so that he could be confident in Vanity Fair, and really straighten up in the wealth circle, Baochan took a deep breath, hastily, raised the sign again lay down.

With such a quick movement, the stage immediately caught it: "No. 3! No. 3 is 700 million!"

700 million, Baochan swallowed his saliva, and couldn't believe that he really raised the price. Mr. Xiao looked at him, and he didn't raise his card after calling "1000 million". Secondary quotation: "2000 million."

2000!A young painter's work was a bit outdated. After a brief turmoil in the auction room, it cooled down quickly. Everyone in the room thought that this price was basically the transaction price of the pink chicken.

Kuangzheng touched Baochan again: "Hold the sign."

"Huh?" Bao Chan was completely dumbfounded.

Across the aisle, Kuang Zheng looked at Mr. Xiao: "Keep him on the head."

Another example would be 100 million, Bao Chan really didn't dare.

"Don't think about money," Kuangzheng told him, "just think of it as a game."

Baochan stared at the pink chicken under the high light on the stage, but did not move.

"Even if it's really photographed," Kuang Zheng reassured him, "Brother can afford it."

Bao Chan still didn't move.

"Bao'er," Kuangzheng pressed against his ear, "don't be afraid."

Baochan's face turned red, and he immediately held up his number plate.

"Mr. No. 3!" The auctioneer immediately quoted, "Twenty-one million!"

Before Baochan digested this priceless move, his bid was refreshed in the next second, and Mr. Xiao immediately raised his sign——

"No. 2! Two million in 2000!"

Kuang Zheng glanced at that guy, raised his legs and said, "Press him."

Following Kuangzheng's line of sight, Baochan immediately raised his sign.

"No. 3, 300 million!"

Mr. Xiao smiled slightly and followed him.

"No. 2, 400 million!"

Sure enough, Baochan quickly got used to the atmosphere of bidding and these unrealistically large numbers, so he raised the sign himself without correcting and urging him.

"No. 3, 500 million!"

Baochan waited for Mr. Xiao to accept the offer, but unexpectedly, the aisle was silent this time, for three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, the auctioneer on the stage raised his hammer: "No. 3, 500 million times! "

What... Baochan looked up at her in astonishment.

"Twenty-five million!" The auctioneer encouraged bids with short speech, "The current price is twenty-five million, twice!"

Baochan looked over Kuangzheng to look at Mr. Xiao, he had already put the sign on the chair, and he didn't intend to hold it up again.

"Twenty-five million, is there any price increase!"

Baochan panicked, he could feel all eyes on him, 500 million, just a painting!He looked at Kuangzheng in horror: "Brother!"

Kuang didn't change his face, silently holding his hand and clenching it tightly.

On the stage, the auctioneer blushed a little because of the unexpected high price, held up the pat, and saw that he was about to smash it down: "Twenty-five million! Three..."

"3000 million!" When the hammer was finalized, Mr. Xiao made an impressive bid.

Whoa!For an unknown contemporary painter, no matter how recognizable and topical, 3000 million is an unimaginably sky-high price. It rose to 70 million, nearly 3000 times, and this night made history.