Urban drama: Fried Song Qian, blocked by Tong Wenjie

Seeing the looks of the crowd, Mr. Pan spoke calmly.

"Chenghua plum vase, starting price 15 million..."

The price of 1,500 million was within Su Mo's psychological expectations.

But there's no rush.

Let’s see the reaction!

After all, there are very few things from the Chenghua period.

I believe this bottle will probably be snatched up once it enters Bai.

as predicted.

Before Mr. Pan finished his words, someone immediately raised a sign.

"I'll offer 1,600 million."

The fat businessman just spoke directly.

Although this plum vase was expected to become a big hit, I didn't expect the price to be raised by 100 million right after the initial bidding.

"I'll offer 1,800 million."

But the second one is even more terrifying.

"2,300 million!"

The third one even raised the price by 3 million, which stunned the financially strapped people around him.

Not to mention them, even Su Mo himself couldn't help but be stunned.

These people are really exaggerating. It seems that I still underestimated these rich people.

It's really like treating money like waste paper.

Along with the continuous cries, the loudest piece of porcelain was a small bottle.

The final transaction price reached a terrifying 3,200 million.

This price is also what the system evaluated, and the highest price is only 100 million less.

It can be said to be quite worthwhile.

More importantly, Mr. Pan basically does not charge any commission for organizing such small auctions.

It's all spontaneous, just give if you're willing.

It’s mainly about making friends and building connections.

Originally, Su Mo was waiting for this small auction to end and then get his money.

Give this old man some commission.

Just withdraw.

But just when Su Mo was losing interest.

Suddenly a painting caught his attention.

"This painting is from the Qing Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Guangxu... and it's not from a famous artist!"

"I wouldn't bring a collection of this quality to my small auction..."

"It's mainly because the owner of this painting once did me a favor!"

"Recently, my family has been in trouble, so I want to sell all these things from me..."

"I'm also doing this reluctantly!"

"Help, take a picture!"

"Although this piece of collection is not as valuable as the previous ones, it is undoubtedly an authentic piece after all!"

"The starting price is 16 million!"

Mr. Pan said this.

However, before Mr. Pan finished speaking, some elderly people nearby could not help but start talking.

"Hey, Lao Hou, are you here to attack Lao Pan again? How many times has this happened to you?"

An elderly man with gray hair couldn't help but speak.

"Yeah, you can't always ask Mr. Pan to repay you for the kindness you showed him back then... How much of these junks has Mr. Pan collected?"

"Besides, what kind of trouble has happened to your family? You keep talking about being rich, and I saw you hooking up with a young model a few days ago..."

Someone nearby also joined in.

After he said this, a man with a pointed chin and monkey face, wearing a Zhongshan suit and acting like a hermit, could no longer sit still.

"What does this have to do with you? Brother Pan, that's because you're promoting me and you think highly of me."

This old Hou is obviously an old hooligan.

He didn't blush or get out of breath, and even challenged everyone.

But Mr. Pan was quite helpless.

"What does this mean?" Su Mo asked in a low voice.

The person next to him immediately explained to Su Mo in a low voice, as if it was gossip.

It turns out that Old Hou and Old Man Pan are childhood friends.

When Mr. Pan's family fell into poverty, he received a lot of help from the Hou family's parents.

Then, when he grew up, Mr. Pan gradually became famous, but he never forgot the other party's kindness.

It’s just that this old Hou has always been uneducated and unskilled.

Although I have some skills to help people judge.

But most of them are petty thieves and are not worthy of being in public.

Once he was out of money, he would find some worthless paintings and come to Mr. Pan to ask for money!

Moreover, the price is still extremely high.

Many people were too lazy to pay attention to him, and in the end, Mr. Pan had no choice but to take the painting.

As expected, seeing the shameless look of this old Hou, everyone chimed in and said:

"If you were to take advantage of Mr. Pan's fame to bid for something, it would be fine, but for this lousy painting of yours, the painter is so heartless. Even though it's an old painting, it's only worth 3 or 16 yuan, but you're asking for yuan... Are you really taking us for granted~?"

"You guys can take pictures if you want, but don't make trouble here!"

When Old Hou heard what everyone said, he immediately became angry.

I couldn't help but say!

Seeing this, Mr. Pan could only helplessly say, "Everyone, please be quiet!"

"If no one wants this painting, I'll take it..."

Everyone could see that Old Hou had deliberately brought a painting to Old Man Pan to ask for money.

If I just ask for it directly, I'd be embarrassed, so I found this excuse.

And you don't have to accept favors from others.

Just when no one wanted to do it, Su Mo suddenly spoke up.

"Wait a minute!"

As soon as Su Mo opened his mouth, everyone was stunned.

Subconsciously, they all turned their eyes to him.

"This Xiaoyu brother looks a little unfamiliar!"

One of the old men narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Mo.

"I met this young man a few days ago. Although he looks better, most of the people here can't compare to him in terms of eyesight..."

Mr. Pan immediately introduced it to everyone.

"Is this true? Each of these eyes has been honed over decades... This guy is only about 20 years old, right?"

Hearing Mr. Pan's high evaluation of Su Mo, they were immediately a little dissatisfied.

"Ha ha……"

"Whether he is really that powerful or not, we can only tell in the future... Now is not the time to test him!"

"I don't know, little friend, what do you have to say?"

When Mr. Pan looked over at this moment, Su Mo asked with a smile.

"No, you want to take a picture of this painting, don't you? I'm interested in what you said..."

"I offer 16!"

Su Mo said with a faint smile.

"hiss……"

When they heard that Su Mo wanted to buy this painting, everyone was stunned.

They all looked at each other in confusion.

"Little brother, are you sure? I just said that it's only 16 to yuan. You're offering yuan?"

One of them said immediately.

Another person couldn't help but complain: "Young man, you have nowhere to spend your money, right?"

"Even if there is no place to spend it, we should donate it to Hope. There is no need to waste the money on some people, right?"

However, some people have seen some clues.

"Young friend, do you want to repay Mr. Pan's kindness?"

When someone says this, I'm afraid I'll understand.

I guess he made money from his collections in the previous collections, so he wanted to repay Mr. Pan for his kindness.

Take the initiative to buy this painting for him.

When Mr. Pan heard this, he agreed deeply!

"My friend, there is no need to be like this... This painting is definitely not worth 16!"

In front of his childhood friend, Mr. Pan couldn't help but say.

After all, he was still quite optimistic about Su Mo.

Su Mo smiled and neither admitted nor denied it.

Instead, he said calmly, "Mr. Pan, you are still the host of this auction..."

"The auction hasn't ended yet, so I should be eligible to bid, right?"

"I bid 16 each time, you should help me bid more times!"

After hearing what Su Mo said, Mr. Pan was stunned. It seemed that the other party really wanted to help him with this little favor.

That being the case.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

"Well, this young man is offering 16 per time. Is there anyone who wants to raise the price?"

Mr. Pan said.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Only a crazy person would buy this crappy painting.

"16 twice, 16 three times sold!"

In front of everyone, Mr. Pan handed the painting to Su Mo.

And Su Mo returned the money to the other party as soon as possible.

Old Hou was even more delighted, as this tattered painting could bring him an income of more than 100,000 yuan.

He didn't care about this at all. It didn't matter who bought it.