Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 317 - Zheng Wanjin

With the sound of the drum, Liu Yunxiang saw that almost all the red cards were raised in this circle, so she asked Chen Chong to do the same, and at this time, the guys from Avon Hin hurried to wait outside the box where the signs were held.

The drumbeat started again, and I began to write price changes.

"Boss, how much should we write?"

Liu Yunxiang thought for a while, and he must be able to win the price of this painting, "1 taels."

"Ah?" Chen Chong couldn't help being surprised again.

Does his boss have no idea about money? The last time the golden jade dress cost 1 taels, and she gave it away in the end. After the fame was established, the most expensive piece of clothing was no more than a thousand taels.

This time, she opened her mouth again at 100 taels. Did she not know that ordinary people may not earn 1 taels in their lifetime, and that the annual salary of court officials is not even [-] taels.

"Write!" Liu Yunxiang said.

Seeing that his boss was so determined, Chen Chong had no choice but to write and hand it over.

Envelopes gathered in the hands of the host, he opened one, and sang and sold on the spot: "Tianzi No. 3000, [-] taels!"

As soon as the sound came out, there was a loud commotion below, and 3000 taels was already a high price.

As the envelopes were opened one by one, there were more than 3000 taels, such as the 5000 taels of Tianzi No. [-]. Just when everyone thought that the price could not be higher than this, the host opened another one, and couldn't help being stunned. At the same time, he glanced upstairs.

"Uh, Tianzi No. 1, [-] taels."

At this moment, there was a moment of silence before the uproar broke out.

"Buy a painting for 1 taels, Tianzi No. [-] has a gold mine!"

"The key is that it is 5000 taels higher than the highest price offered by others. Isn't this a big mistake!"

"Is it true that Tianzi No. [-] has never bid before, and obviously has no experience!"

"Now I'm curious about which company this Tianzi No. [-] is."

Someone inquired, "It is said to be Nan Mozhai."

"Nan Mo Zhai? I've never heard of it!"

"It says it's newly opened."

Chen Chong drooped his head, and said regretfully: "Master, we can buy it as long as we write five thousand and one taels. This is a lot more."

"Well, don't panic." Liu Yunxiang said calmly.

The second picture is a preface written by Qi Zihe, a calligrapher of the Southern Dynasties. When the host picked up the scroll, the eyes of the scholars below were bright, and they were already drooling excitedly.

"Everyone knows that Qi Zihe, a calligrapher in the Southern Dynasties, created the Lanpai calligraphy. Every character in his pen is like an orchid, and each orchid has a different momentum. After that, Lanpai calligraphy declined, and it can be regarded as lost until now."

When the host said this, he held up the painting scroll in his hand, turned it around, and said: "There are not many Qi Zihe's posthumous works, and even fewer of them are intact. Difficult. And this preface has 120 characters, its value can be imagined.”

After the drumming started, those who wanted to bid on the second floor showed red cards. Chen Chong glanced at them and said in a low voice, "There are almost no bidders left."

Liu Yunxiang asked him to play the cards too, "2 taels."

Chen Chong choked hard, "Boss, have you ever studied ancient calligraphy and painting?"

"No."

"Do you know its common price?"

"I don't know."

Chen Chong exhaled slowly, and still wrote 2 taels on the envelope and handed it over.

The host began to sing and sell, 5000 taels, 8000 taels, 1 taels, 2 taels... The voice stopped abruptly, and the host couldn't help but glanced at the third room, and then excitedly said: "2 taels, three Room No. 2 taels!"

The following scholars stopped making a fuss now. When it was 1 taels, they still thought it was real money, but when it was 2 taels, they thought it was just a number.

In the end, of course, no one bid higher than Room No. [-], and won the painting without any suspense.

The bidders for the other houses asked the servants around them to find out what the No. [-] house was about, and they bid the price randomly, which was ridiculously high, and caught them off guard.

"Nan Mozhai?"

"When did Beijin come out with Nanmozhai?"

"Who is the owner? What is it? A man or a woman?"

"do not know anything?"

In Room [-], Pei Rong shook the fan in his hand, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Interesting."

The boy next to him had a bitter face, "We haven't bought one yet, but you think it's interesting."

Pei Rong shook his head: "We are businessmen, and we don't do business at a loss. If it exceeds the value it can bring, then there is no need for it."

"Then according to what you say, the third room must be a stunned young man who doesn't know how to do business?"

"Probably so."

Next is the posthumous work of the old man Zongshan. As usual, the host bragged about it first, and the people below were all excited, but there was not enough money in the purse.

When the price was revealed, almost everyone tacitly expected the bid for Room No. [-]. It was indeed a high price, half higher than others, and there was no suspense in winning it, which made people even more curious about who this Room No. [-] was.

From the fourth picture to the fifth picture until the last picture, the host became more and more interested. After all, there was someone as wealthy as No. [-], who was a bit foolish, and Avon Hin really made a fortune.

The last one was still bought at 2 taels from Room No. [-]. When the host set the tone, everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

"Just for such a short time, how much money did you spend on Room [-]?"

"I'm dumbfounded."

"Hey, I have counted, this number."

The man stretched out his fingers and counted, and there was a gasp all around.

"Ten paintings, all in the bag, I can only salivate."

"Qi Zihe's story!"

"Zhang Jian's "Lishan Picture"!"

"Old man Zongshan's painting!"

This gasping turned into a wail again. Scholars are obsessed with these calligraphy and paintings, just like cigarettes are to smokers, and wine is to alcoholics.

At this moment, a tall, naive-looking man came up to the stage, "Everyone is offended."

He first bowed to the bidders in the wing room on the second floor, and then bowed to the scholars below.

"Master, is this the owner of Nanmozhai?" In Room [-], the servant asked Pei Rong.

Pei Rong looked at the people on the stage, then shook his head, "No."

"You know?"

"This man is a bit less tolerant."

The boy thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's really magnanimous to buy a few paintings for 15 taels, but I guess it's a bit silly."

Pei Rong lowered her eyes, "I'm also quite curious about this person."

"The little one is also curious... Hey, boss, where are you going?"

"Let's go meet this guy!"

Pei Rong was in room one, and number three was next to number two, but when he passed, room three was empty, and at this moment, Chen Chong downstairs spoke again.

"The day after tomorrow, our Nanmo studio will hold an elegant collection in Qingyuan. From the fifteenth to the twenty-fifth, we will display one of these ten paintings every day."

Before Chen Chong could finish speaking, the people below had already shouted.

"Master, don't be joking, ten paintings, are you really willing to show them one by one?"

"If you want to say that, we must take it seriously!"

"That's right, we'll all be there then, if you don't show it, we're going to mess things up!"

Chen Chong hurriedly pressed his hand and said: "Don't worry, everyone, listen to me first, our Qingyuan Gathering is an activity for students to exchange literary talents and relax before the exam. Ten poems and essays will be collected at that time. , rated as the top ten, of course judged by you."

"Then what if we only look at paintings and don't write poems?" Someone asked.

Chen Chong said: "This is your freedom, we will not interfere!"

"Then if you say that, I'm afraid that the [-] students who gathered in Beijin first will participate. Can you take part?"

The boy here listened to Chen Chong's words, and the more he listened, the more confused he became, "Boss, what are they planning?"

Pei Rong also didn't understand, "Yes, what are they planning?"

At this moment, Chen Chong cleared his throat and said, "Everyone needs to pay 100 taels of silver to enter the park."

(End of this chapter)