Lin Chen finished speaking, causing a burst of exclamation.

"Oh my God, it's Ru Kiln! It's the one in the Northern Song Dynasty!"

"I was there at Sotheby's auction in 2012. This Ru kiln was bought by Zhao Yuancheng for 200 million Hong Kong dollars, and it has never appeared since then.

Unexpectedly, it was in the Yuanwen Museum in the imperial capital?

Hey!

It seems that this trip is really right!"

"Yes, I heard that there are two Ru kilns in total, one pair, and a single one starts at 200 million. If there are two, tsk tsk..."

Many people exclaimed in surprise.

I was really shocked by the second auction item.

But he was even more excited.

The second one is so awesome, what about the next three?

They are looking forward to this auction.

"I'll pay 210 million!"

At this time, someone had already raised a sign and shouted high prices.

Lin Chen looked over.

He is an uncle about thirty years old, with a greasy and rich face, and his arrogant face is unobstructed.

It seems that I am afraid that others will not know that he is rich.

His name is Zhao Chenghu, and he is also a well-known figure in the upper reaches of the imperial capital.

The family industry involves multiple industries, and it is also a success.

It is estimated that the asset is worth at least two billion.

Of course, in addition to assets, their connections are also good in the imperial capital.

When asked, most people dare not give face to him when he bids for what he wants.

Lin Chen glanced at him, smiled and turned to glance at everyone, and said, "This gentleman has bid 210 million yuan, is there any price increase?"

Then.

Just when Zhao Chenghu's face was full of boldness.

Dong Pingwei raised his sign: "Two 200 million!"

Zhao Chenghu with a arrogant face:???

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Dong Pingwei, his face looked a little unfavorable: "Old Dong, to be honest, I came here just for this thing, so you can give it to me.

I'll pay 230 million!"

If it were someone else, Zhao Chenghu would start to threaten directly.

But Dong Pingwei, he didn't dare either.

After all, SF Express’s industry is no worse than his, even if Dong Pingwei is just a vice president.

Dong Pingwei turned his head and smiled, "You came for this? By chance, so did I.

Or, you give it to me?"

After saying that, he raised the sign and smiled and said, "Two forty million~"

Zhao Chenghu's face was a little dark: Are you crazy?

Oh shit!

I'm ready today!

Can't beat you?!

"Two-five million!"

Dong Pingwei: "Two sixty million~"

Zhao Chenghu: "Three hundred million!"

Dong Pingwei: "Three hundred million~"

Zhao Chenghu: "Three hundred and fifty million!"

Dong Pingwei: "Three Sixty million!"

Zhao Chenghu: "Damn it! 400 million!"

Dong Pingwei: "410 million!"
Chapter completed!