Chapter 517 (2/2)

The last small porcelain vase, which was sold for one million yuan, was sold by people at table 29.

CEN Qinghe is also embarrassed to look back. He doesn't know what kind of person he is. After returning, he can't explain to Cai Xinyuan and Jin Jiatong vividly.

”Thank you, Mr. 29. 30% of the money raised from your photos today will be donated to poor areas for the construction of love schools.”

Applause broke out under the stage, cen Qinghe was watching Cheng Jia and clapping hands, and she also quickly followed the clapping.

After that, cen Qinghe opened the atlas on the table, and found that all the photos of objects to be taken today were recorded in the atlas. Among them, a pair of characters slightly behind was the words of Liang Tongshu, which Cheng Jiahe said.

When the mobile phone was turned off, cen Qinghe could not see the time, so he looked at the stage carefully and listened to the introduction and explanation of the auctioneer with a long-term insight.

I don't know how long it took until the auctioneer introduced Liang Tongshu.

”The following work is a regular script Buddhist sutra written by Liang Tongshu, a great calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty. As we all know, Liang Tongshu was seriously ill in his later years and his life was hanging on the line. After being instructed by an expert, he devoted himself to Buddhism, so he recovered from serious illness. After he recovered, he spent most of his energy on copying Buddhist scriptures. Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures written by Liang Tongshu are not only ordinary collections, but also used by many people to pray for good luck. The original works of Liang Tongshu, which have been shot on the market before, are worth one million words. Today, there are 2999 characters in total. The starting price for auction is 3 million, and the bidding price is 100000 for a raise of cards. ”

Because of the high value of the collection itself, the bidding price will also increase accordingly. When the auctioneer said that he could bid, cen Qinghe instinctively glanced at Cheng Jiahe. She thought Cheng Jiahe would raise his card immediately. To her surprise, Cheng Jiahe's brand was on the table, and he didn't mean to take it.

Other people in the hall have already started bidding, and there are people holding signs everywhere. They will increase the amount of money, just as the money is not their own.

The auctioneer was also tired, and Cen Qinghe was afraid of his constant offer. He turned around and said that he was wrong.

”Table one, sir, for 4.9 million.” The auctioneer looks down the stage looking for the next person to raise his cards.

In the middle also listened to so three seconds appearance, Cheng Jiahe action is not slow, even can be called elegant picked up the plate on the table, raised.

The auctioneer's eyes brightened and his hand reached out to this side, ”Mr. 17, bid five million.”

Table 1 immediately raised the sign, the auctioneer said: ”Table 1 bid 5.1 million.”

Cheng Jiahe raised his card again, ”No. 17 is worth 5.2 million.”

CEN Qinghe glanced at the position of Table 1. From her angle, she could only see the back of a man. The light was dim, and she could not distinguish anything.

But there was one thing she could know, the sides were rolling. Now, only Cheng Jiahe and the men at table 1 are raising cards with each other in the auction hall. The others have withdrawn from the bidding.

In a flash, the price has broken the six million mark. Cheng Jiahe raised the price to 6.1 million.

The auctioneer stood on the stage and said for nearly two hours. Originally, his vocal cords were tired, but now he was excited by the two sides. His voice was high and high.

”Table 17 costs 6.1 million. Is there anything higher than 6.1 million?”

All people instinctively look at table 1, and the man lifts the card again. The auctioneer offers, and then Cheng Jiahe raises again.

This is the second time Cen Qinghe felt that Cheng Jiahe was really rich. The first time was when he would sign a contract without asking for an offer.

The auctioneer's high pitched bidding voice calls her scalp numb, cen Qinghe sighs the world of rich people, she really does not understand.

The money is not hers, but she is really distressed for these people. Would she write them a picture?

Is thinking, nearby Cheng Jia and N time raise hand, the price yelled to 6.6 million.

”6.6 million. Do you want more from table 1, sir?” The auctioneer is high and instinctively calls for the man at table 1.

CEN Qinghe looked at the back of the man in the corner. He didn't know when the fight was over, but the man didn't raise his hand.

The auctioneer also looked at table 1 and said again, ”is there anything higher than 6.6 million?”

After waiting for a few seconds, the man at table 1 didn't raise his card. The auctioneer reported it three times in a row. Finally, Cheng Jiahe sold the Buddhist scriptures written by Liang Tongshu at a high price of 6.6 million yuan.

Applause broke out, because 30% of the money will be donated to the school.

Cheng Jiahe got what he wanted. Cen Qinghe said with a smile: ”congratulations.”

He smiles back, his eyes are always calm, as if just that naked money fight, has nothing to do with him.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!