Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 158 I can’t help it, let’s reserve a place
These days, you have to call yourself Comrade Xiaoma. You still have a crew cut that has not changed for thousands of years. It has a cap-style side parting, which is not very regular, and no scalp is exposed.

Wear a really cool white shirt with red ribs inside and green military pants.

Red and green, so cool.

Ma Weidu noticed his gaze, looked at him, and showed a kind smile.

Li Jiankun walked over. The three of them were the youngest in the room. They were in a group and not rude.

The way to get acquainted with men is very simple, just a cigarette and the whole day starts.

"Brother Ma, do you often participate in games like this?"

"No, no, this is the first time." Ma Weidu said modestly.

"Why can't I see the object?"

"I'm just following the trend. I heard that I'm going to follow the trend outside. I'll list each item one by one and the seller will quote the lowest price. Everyone will compete fairly and the one with the highest price will get it."

"Brother Ma is very familiar with the business. He must be determined to win this time and get a few good items."

"No, it's mainly for eye candy and to gain knowledge."

Ma Weidu smiled. He thought, but he must be rich.

Now he is just a mill worker, working hard for tens of dollars a month, and apart from food and drink, he has nothing left.

Fortunately, life at home is okay.

This time I collected enough for the entrance fee, and I am not very ambitious. As long as I can get an object I like, I will be satisfied.

"Everyone, be quiet."

The person controlling the field appeared, a wealthy old man with a jade ring on his left thumb.

"Today, let's go on a fashion trip and buy and sell by bidding. In fact, we used to do this in the antique shop. Nowadays, more and more antique shops are opening. I think it will be restored sooner or later. It's better for everyone to get used to it first."

This old man is quite forward-looking. Li Jiankun still remembers that my country's auction industry seemed to have recovered in the mid-80s.

As for the origin, it existed in the last century.

There was no nonsense. After a brief opening, the first object was quickly presented.

At the top of the main room, in the middle, there is a red sandalwood desk, covered with satin yellow cloth, and the antiques placed on it are actually a piece of silk fabric, all yellowed.

The simple atmosphere comes to your face.

There is no auctioneer, the seller introduces himself.

As he spread it out carefully, he said loudly: "This is a piece of ink on silk, cursive script, "Peace Note", written by Wang Xizhi..."

Excuse!
There was no chance of a riot at the scene.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief, including Li Jiankun. If his current heart rate were measured, the counterfeit bracelets of future generations would probably explode.

my darling!

Is the first object so exciting?

The reaction of Ma Weidu next to him was even worse than his, and he almost fell off his head.

There are some clear-headed bosses who raise objections. How rare is Wang Xizhi's authentic work?
Not to mention that people in ancient times are looking for it everywhere.

"Please be patient, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The seller smiled and said: "It's Wang Xizhi's "Peace Note", yes, it was copied by later generations. I verified here that it came from the Song Dynasty..."

"Shut up!"

Boos all over the place.

Shocked the guys.

Most people scoffed.

But Li Jiankun didn't think so. Even silk scripts from the Song Dynasty, which have been preserved to this day, are rare, let alone those of Wang Xizhi.

"If you want to observe, you can come forward, but the silk book is fragile, so please don't get it. My base price here is 150 yuan."

The price of a box of instant noodles... Li Jiankun was excited and looked to the side.

"Shanhe, go and see."

Xiao Wang scratched his head and said, "I don't understand this either."

"That's better than me!"

It stands to reason that this bureau adopts the form of an auction, so there should be no fakes that can enter the site. The person who guarded the door previously also mentioned that sellers need to inspect the goods before entering the site.

Li Jiankun didn't expect Xiao Wang to see the reason, he just wanted him to confirm whether it was an old object.

To put it bluntly, even if it is not a copy from the Song Dynasty, as long as it is freshly made, can you still lose 150 yuan?

Xiao Wang squeezed in the crowd and looked at it for a while. The result he brought back was affirmative. The object was definitely an old one.

Then Li Jiankun didn't think much about it.

Just wait for others to take action, he won't shout, he will just make the final decision.

But what he never expected was that after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction at all. No one cared about it. Can you believe it?
Everyone was talking about it, saying that the price of [-] yuan was too expensive.

Seeing that the photo was about to be rejected, someone next to me who had just returned from watching the painting raised his hand and said, "I quite like it. Take it home and frame it to decorate the wall. I'll take it."

Ma Weidu showed a harmless smile.

Li Jiankun looked over with a kind face, it must be you, Comrade Xiao Ma.

The seller was secretly relieved, beaming with joy, and was about to announce the deal.

Ma Wei's heart was in his throat and slowly sank.

"I'll offer 150." A voice came from the side.Ma Weidu turned his head sharply and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His look seemed to say: Why are you so impatient, brother!

Li Jiankun smiled and said: "Brother Ma, I'm sorry, I like it too."

"Oh, it's okay, it's fair competition. Then I'll pay one hundred and sixty."

"160 five."

"One hundred and seventeen!"

"170 five."

"180 five!"

"190 five."

"you!"

Ma Wei was in emo mode, and he could have added a few more rounds, but he just raised the price himself, and he only had 200 yuan in his pocket, which was not enough to add another round.

The seller smiled crookedly, and when the supporter collapsed, he did not pay attention to the final word and announced that the sale was completed.

After all, the format of this auction is not very formal. Payment is made on the spot, and the goods are delivered on the spot. The seller comes with a piece of the best satin, wraps the silk book, and Xiao Wang holds it in his hand.

"Brother Ma, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone depends on their ability."

Then start shooting the second object.

The name is very hard to pronounce, it is called "Qing Qianlong Blue and White Lotus Pond Qingqu Picture Folded Shoulder and Large Guan Ear Pot".

But the object is a good object, a large porcelain vase with exquisite glaze color and pattern, a palace item.

The seller's reserve price is 170 yuan.

Porcelain is Xiao Wang's strong point. He went up to take a look and confirmed that it was correct.

There were many people in the field who wanted to see what they wanted, and there was an endless stream of bids, five yuan and five yuan more. After breaking through [-], Ma Wei looked miserable and had no hope.

When the shout reached 250 yuan, the place became cold and no one added.

Li Jiankun spoke at the right time, "250 five."

Everyone turned their heads, was it him again?
Li Jiankun showed Ma Weidu's previous appearance of the same human and animal harmlessness, and nodded to the people around him, yes, here he is again.

This game is really good, really high-end.

From the current point of view, it is really not a high-quality product and cannot be entered into the market.

Buy it with your eyes closed!

Payment, receipt.

Li Jiankun and Xiao Wang moved their positions to the wall, and placed the porcelain vase next to the wall.

The third round begins.

Item introduced by the seller: Qing Yongzheng famille rose family chicken cup.

couple.

The asking price is 80 yuan.

Everyone grabbed and grabbed, and the price soared to 120 five yuan. The first man won, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"I'll pay one hundred and three." The voice came from the wall.

Nima!

Everyone stared at him, it was still this guy?
The uncle didn’t believe in evil, he was a young man, he didn’t know where to make money, and he said angrily: “One hundred and fifty!”

Li Jiankun responded calmly, "150 five."

"I……"

The seller announced that the transaction was completed, and he was very pleased. The auction format was really good. Although he had to give up a small amount, it was still a good price.

Li Jiankun stepped forward to pay and receive the goods.

"Let him play the game. I have some money but I don't know what my name is. There are good things in the back." The uncle was very unhappy.

Several familiar people nearby agreed in unison.

Li Jiankun touched the tip of his nose. Uncle Qi's property had all been auctioned. It was agreed that the highest bidder would get it. It was a fair competition. Why were they still sharing the same hatred?
Although it's a bit offending, I can't help it.

Think about it, an item that was set aside for posterity and cost several million, is now delivered to your door for a hundred dollars... How can you bear this?
In the fourth round, Li Jiankun scored again.

In the fifth round, Li Jiankun scored again.

Sixth round...

The eyes of everyone present changed.

How much money does this guy have on him?
Where did you get so much money? !

The rich old man who controlled the market quietly called someone to inquire about the details. I heard that it was introduced by Mr. Jin Sanye of Haidian... He didn't have much idea.

"Damn it! Brother Li, are you going to book the venue?"

The horse guards came over and glanced at the objects arranged on the wall, feeling jealous with greed.

The little sullenness I had felt because of being cut off was gone.

Some are just shocked and incomprehensible.

You are also young and look younger than me. Why are you so rich?

(End of this chapter)