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Soon, it was eight o'clock.
The auction started on time.
One item after another was auctioned off.
The atmosphere of the entire auction gradually became higher.
However, Ye Chen was just watching the show.
He was different from the big shots present.
He had no interest in collecting.
Perhaps it was because his cultural heritage was not enough, his realm was not high enough, and he was just a layman.
Therefore, Ye Chen had always been a bystander and had never called out a price.
However, watching these big shots bid was still very exciting.
Anyway, Ye Chen was watching with great interest.
It was 9:03 pm.
Finally, it was Ye Chen's turn to present the Painting of Songyang Han Cypress.
After the male host finished his introduction, an electronic photo of Songyang Han Cypress appeared on the large LED screen on the stage. Beside it was a low bid price: 32 million yuan!
The appearance of the Songyang Han Cypress Painting set off a new round of bidding climax in tonight's auction.
Many big shots participated.
The price of the Songyang Han Cypress Painting quickly exceeded fifty million!
The male host on the stage had a look of excitement on his face.
He had a hunch that the final bid for the painting would be the highest in tonight's auction.
More than 60 million…
Seventy million…
At this moment, Ye Chen had already sat up straight because of his nervousness.
However, when the price was raised to 70 million by bidder number 8, no one else bid for it.
This made Ye Chen anxious.
The second email stated that the final auction price of the painting was 87 million yuan.
Now, it was only 70 million. He was still short of 17 million.
Why did it stop?
He couldn't stop.
How could he stop?
At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly realized that perhaps this "Songyang Han Cypress Painting" was not sold for 87 million at tonight's auction.
In other words, the mysterious auctioneer who had bid 87 million for the painting of Songyang Han cypress was not at the Bailey auction tonight.
Ye Chen was depressed at the thought of this.
It seemed that the painting of Songyang Han cypress would not be auctioned tonight for the sky-high price of 87 million recorded in the second future email.
Ye Chen recognized bidder number eight as well.
The other party was Cao Dewang, the chairman of Fuyao Glass Group, known as the "King of Glass in China".
Speaking of which, the other party was an entrepreneur that Jordan respected.
"Is there no one else bidding? Then thank you for giving me face.”
King Cao De said with a smile and cupped his hands to show his gratitude.
"70 million it is. It is not a small amount. I should be satisfied.”
Ye Chen comforted himself in his heart.
However, Ye Chen could not help but feel his heart ache when he thought about how he had lost seventeen million in one go.
That was 17 million, not 1,700 yuan.
"70 million going once…"
However, just as the male host was about to make the final decision, a Bailey staff member stood up from his seat and raised his sign."No. 9 bids seventy-five million!”
Not all the registered bidders had come to tonight's auction.
There were also three guests who could not arrive at the scene for various reasons.
In response to this situation, Baili Company opened an online live broadcast.
In this way, the customers who could not make it to the venue could watch the live broadcast of the auction online.
Moreover, Baili also arranged for staff to provide one-on-one service to those who could not make it to the scene.
As long as the bidders wanted to participate in the auction, they could get the staff of Bailey Company to help them bid on the spot.
When Ye Chen heard the mysterious bidder No. 9, who was not present, bid seventy-five million, he immediately perked up.
"Eighty million."
King Cao De raised his sign.
"Number 9 bids 87 million!”
The Baili staff member immediately raised his placard and shouted after receiving the price information from bidder No. 9.
"Old Cao, I'm withdrawing."
King Cao De said helplessly.
It wasn't that he couldn't keep up.
But 80 million was already a sky-high price for that painting.
If he continued to follow, his eyes would really turn red…
"Eighty-seven million going once!"
"Eighty-seven million going twice!"
"Eighty-seven million going thrice!"
"Deal!"
As the auction hammer fell with a bang, the original painting of Emperor Qianlong's imperial brush,"Songyang Han Cypress Painting", belonged to the mysterious bidder No. 9.
"So it was a false alarm."
Ye Chen suppressed the joy in his heart.
87 million. If the commission was calculated at 5%, Bailey would take away 4.35 million.
That left 82.65 million yuan.
Ye Chen had calculated before.
After deducting the various taxes he had to pay, the money that could finally fall into his pocket was about 78 million yuan.
The feeling of paying 170,000 for 78 million yuan was simply too satisfying.
At 9:30, the auction ended.
Backstage.
"Brother Ye, congratulations, congratulations. You really made a killing this time.”
Chen Dehua congratulated Ye Chen repeatedly.
She looked at Ye Chen with unconcealable envy.
Although he was a senior executive of Bailey Company.
However, his annual salary was only about four million yuan.
And it was before tax.
Ye Chen's harvest was almost equivalent to half of his lifetime's salary.
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