She went downstairs and left the house.
Seeing that they were in a hurry, Zhao Changlong decided to take a taxi. As soon as he sat in the taxi, he closed his eyes and thought, What's going on?
Could it be that he was impatient and not careful enough to make such a mistake?
Could it be the aftereffects of opening two worlds? Not focused enough?
It wasn't too far from Duoyun Xuan to Four Seasons Hotel. Soon, the driver parked the car steadily at the entrance of the hotel lobby.
After paying the fare, Zhao Changlong looked at his phone. It was 9:30. Fortunately, it was not too late. It should not be his turn to shoot yet.
In the lobby of the hotel, there was a sign that read " Duoyun Xuan's Famous Collection of Coins and Banknotes, Banquet Hall on the third floor."
He went upstairs, took out his VIP pass, and went to the reception desk to register. At this moment, there were only two young ladies waiting in front of the desk, and there were only a few people around.
Glancing at the register, he saw that many of them had already been registered. It was filled to the brim. Zhao Chang Long heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that there were quite a number of people.
When they entered the hall, there were indeed many people inside. More than half of the huge banquet hall was occupied, about three to four hundred people. On the stage, a man in a suit and leather shoes with shiny hair was shouting loudly. He should be the auctioneer.
Zhao Changlong found a seat in the middle and sat down. He looked at the stage for a while before asking the person beside him in a low voice," What number are you filming?”
The person beside him didn't say anything. He pointed the handle of the sign in his hand at the book in front of him. It was the eighty-first.
When he was registering outside just now, he was stuffed with a booklet and promotional materials, but he did not notice that this booklet was actually an auction catalog.
Zhao Changlong flipped through the pages carefully. There were a total of 431 items up for auction this time, and the numbers started from 1101 to 1531. The 1182nd item on the stage was the Southern Zhao Duan Ping Yuan Bao biscuit, which was estimated to be worth 3000 yuan.
The three small flat backs that he had auctioned off were still in the front row, No. 1217, which was the hundredth one. Hongwu's Dang 'er was a little behind, No. 1273. In front of it was the Xianfeng heavy treasure, Baobei Baoji Dang 50, which was valued at 5,000. Behind it was the Tongzi Tongbao, Baobei Zhedaliang, which was valued at 4,000.
After calming himself down, Zhao Chang Long quietly watched the auctioneer on the stage perform with all his might.
"Apocalypse Backwork, Backdoor, Chongzhen as five, a total of 40 pieces, beautiful quality, starting price 2000.”
The 40 coins were displayed on the big screens on both sides. At a glance, it was obvious that they were fake. They were covered in green bronze rust and there was even some yellow soil on them. They really smelled like dirt.
"This is called beauty? The standard of beauty is too low."
A few days ago, Zhao Changlong specially went to check on the knowledge of coins. He knew that the quality was divided into beautiful, high-grade, middle-grade, and low-grade. However, he was really not too clear about how the specific quality was divided.
He didn't expect a beauty to look like this.
In fact, Zhao Changlong, who had just entered the coin market, really didn't know. To evaluate whether a real coin was good or not, it wasn't whether it was dirty or not, but mainly whether it was clear or not. The so-called beauty was completely different from the layman's understanding. It did not mean that they were beautiful. Even if they were severely worn or rusted, as long as the overall picture was clear and some details were discernible, they could be classified as beauty.
However, seeing these things on the big screen as beautiful items had indeed seriously affected Zhao Changlong's perception of beauty.
"2,000, this one is 2,000!"
"2,100, 2,100!"
The bidding for these 40 pieces of beautiful quality was not intense. He calculated in his heart. Each pill was only 50 yuan?
Zhao Chang Long was secretly glad that he did not take out a whole bunch of them that day. Otherwise, he would have cried to death if he could not sell them for money.
The coins in his hands would definitely make people's jaws drop if they were judged by the standard of the market. The reason was that they were too perfect. They were so perfect that they looked fake no matter how you looked at them!
According to his experience, the bald man's words did make some sense. How could such a good quality coin appear in the hands of a country bumpkin? Even if it fell into his hands by chance, why would he make a worthless common item his family heirloom? Was this old ancestor's brain flooded?
Alright, Zhao Changlong really couldn't explain it now.
"2,800, 2,800!"
"Are there any more? 2,800 going once!"
"2,900! Good! 2,900 for this gentleman!"
"2,900 going once! 2,900 going twice! Are there any more? 2,900 going thrice! Congratulations to Mr. No. 82 for winning Tianqi Backwork and Backdoor. Chongzhen should be five or forty pieces!”
The starting price was 2,000, and it was sold at 2,900. This price was not bad.
Zhao Changlong looked at the booklet in his hand again and then at the scrolling display on the big screen. The first one was Changping Tongbao with Beiping as ten, estimated to be 900, and was auctioned for 1,200. Further ahead, Jianyan Tongbao was sold for two, with a base price of 800. It seemed that most of the items could be sold at a price of 30% to 50% higher than the base price. If they were unlucky, they would fail.
He didn't know what would happen to the ones he had given up for auction. It was already 1415, and it would soon be his first batch of three.
Zhao Changlong couldn't help but feel nervous. He silently prayed in his heart," The white-bearded old grandpa bless me. Oh, no, the white-bearded old grandpa made it up himself. I can't talk about this. It won't work."
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The second one is presented.
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