Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 311
Liu Guang gave a simple welcome speech, and then introduced some auction rules.

Same as the general auction rules in the world, the highest price wins, but Zhu Changyuan added a special one: if the price of the item is lower than three rounds, the auction will be discarded.

This kind of rule is like this. For example, when Zhu Changyuan auctioned a piece of porcelain, the first person called for 1000 million yuan, and then someone called for 500 million yuan. After that, no one bid.

I'm sorry, but I didn't buy this item because there were too few bidders, and there were no more than three bidders.

It should be said that there are no such rules in general international auctions.

So as soon as this rule was promulgated, someone immediately came out to oppose it. The guy who opposed it was a local tyrant from the United States, where freedom and peace ideas prevailed. Looking at Liu Guang on the stage, he stood up and said loudly: "I object, it is completely wrong for you to do this. It doesn't make sense!"

Liu Guang looked at that guy, said in a cold voice, "You object, okay, is there anyone else objecting!"

Liu Guang's English was not very good at first, but during this time Zhu Changyuan has taught him a lot, most importantly, reformed him, so now this guy's English level has skyrocketed.

"I'm against it too!"

"I'm against it too!"

Immediately, two Yankees, one Brit, and two Frenchmen followed suit.

The Japanese and Koreans were silent.

"Okay, since you object, please go out, I don't want to take advantage of you!" After Liu Guang finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Changyuan and said, "Xiao Zhu, go and send these six people off!"

"puff!"

Zhu Changyuan's forehead darkened, and he secretly scolded Liu Erdanzi, your uncle, look back and see how I will deal with you!Let you be so pretentious!
However, Liu Guang's platform cannot be dismantled. Isn't dismantling his platform the same as dismantling his own platform?
"Yes, boss!"

Zhu Changyuan stood up from his seat, walked slowly to a Yankee, and said, "Please get out!"

The Yankee smiled: "Let me out, why let me out?"

"It depends on my strength!" While speaking, Zhu Changyuan picked up the fat man and threw it at the door, only to see the man draw a long arc in the air, along the corridor between the auction seats, like The rocket was thrown out of the gate by Zhu Changyuan.

"Plop!" It just landed outside the door.

"Me!" Although the man fell to the ground, he didn't suffer any injuries, which was also due to Zhu Changyuan's good strength.

With this move, most of the friends were stunned. For a while, no one dared to express their opinions. After all, everyone came to participate in the auction, not to fight.

"You also have an opinion?"

Zhu Changyuan came to the British and asked.

"No, no, I have no objection!"

The British are very good at adapting to the wind.

Zhu Changyuan looked up in satisfaction, and then looked at the few people who said they had opinions just now, and they made it clear this time that they had no opinions!

"That's good!" Liu Guang from above said in fluent English: "Since everyone has no objections, the auction will begin!"

After Liu Guang finished speaking, he pressed the computer, and the projector in the center of the hall suddenly turned on, and then, an electronic version of the painting was displayed on the large screen at the back.

What appeared on the screen was a huge and majestic masterpiece: "Xuanzong's Pleasure Picture".

The picture depicts a picture scroll of court life during the reign of Emperor Zhu Zhanji of the Ming Dynasty. This picture was not painted by one person, but by many people together. Of course, the authors are all court painters.

"Wow, wow!"

The foreign devils below all opened their eyes wide, looking at this majestic electronic version of the masterpiece.

"Is this the first thing to be auctioned today? It's really detailed and beautiful. What's the starting price?"

"Yes, what's the starting price?"

Europeans and Americans watch the excitement, but Japanese and Korean people are a little bit concerned about the doorway.

Kawasaki Taro glanced at it, and said lightly: "This painting is a court painting of the Ming Dynasty, called "Xuanzong Xingle Picture". It is impossible for the first thing to be auctioned today to be this!"

"Why?" asked the international friend next to him.

Curator Jin chuckled and said, "Because this picture is now hidden in the Palace Museum of Huaxia Kingdom, it is impossible for the owner here to own this majestic masterpiece."

Taro Kawasaki glanced at Director Jin, as if a hero sees the same thing.

"Everyone, please look at this picture and look carefully!" Liu Guang reminded, and then said: "I originally planned to bring this painting over and auction it to everyone, but unfortunately, it is now lying in the Palace Museum in Beijing. I heard that there are [-] soldiers guarding there day and night, so I dismissed the idea."

The people below were amused by Liu Erdanzi's cold joke.

"Everyone, let's take a look at this painting."

Liu Guang said while zooming in on the picture, and said: "Look carefully, this person wearing a pointed round hat, wearing a narrow-sleeved dragon-pattern robe, and standing with a stick is Zhu Zhanji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty. Hand, look, what is Emperor Xuanzong holding in his hand?"

After finishing speaking, the screen was enlarged again so that the figure of Emperor Xuanzong filled the entire screen, and now everyone in the entire exhibition hall could see clearly.

"This is?" A man from Spain was speechless in surprise.

The beautiful Bincy also stood up and shouted in her high-pitched voice: "I know, I know, it's a golf club, a golf club!"

It's a pity that she speaks Portuguese, which most people can't understand.

The previous Spanish man spoke in English, and said incredulously: "That's right, golf clubs, but, wasn't this golf invented by the British? Why did you have it in ancient China?"

Why?How did I know.

Zhu Changyuan also squinted his eyes at the picture. After looking at it for a long time, he found that the thing held by Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji was really similar to a golf club.

"Ahem!" Liu Erdanzi coughed twice, signaling to the people present to be quiet, and then zoomed out on the picture. This time, more people were convinced that the thing on the painting was golf.

Because not only Xuanzong has a club in his hand, but also a golf ball beside him, and a golf hole, okay?Are there three or five other people with golf clubs in their hands?
"This thing existed as early as the Tang Dynasty in China. It was called polo at that time. In the Song Dynasty, it became a game of digging holes. People in Song Dynasty became hammer balls!" Liu Guang said while gesturing, "So , The thing you saw in the hands of Emperor Xuanzong, his scientific name is not golf in China, but hammer ball."

"Oh!"

The original expressions appeared in the eyes of many people.

"Okay, next!" Liu Guang paused for a moment, and then said simply: "The first item to be auctioned in today's auction is the four cue sticks used by Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanji. Please!"

Nima!

Many people thought it was an auction of "Xuan Zong Xing Le Tu", but in the end, it was the auction of the cue used by the emperor, drunk!

The golf clubs in the Ming Dynasty were slightly different from the current golf clubs, and they were divided into four types. According to the system and usage methods, they are: 撺stick, dipper stick, simple stick, and one-handed.

It was these four things that Liu Guang asked people to take out from the inside.

The items in the exhibition hall are all large items, and things like golf clubs are undoubtedly appetizers, and Zhu Changyuan doesn't expect to make much money at the auction.

Besides, the true national treasures of Greater China would not be auctioned at this kind of venue. If they were not dedicated to the country, they would at least be auctioned in the country.

In a blink of an eye, all four clubs were brought up.

It looks like gold is shining on it, which makes people's eyes look like, but it is actually copper plated with gold.

Logically speaking, these four things are all ancient relics, they are things from 500 years ago, and more importantly, they are playthings dedicated to the emperor, with not only names on them, but also records in history, so, in China, Various auction houses gave corresponding estimates, which were around 60 to [-] yuan.

After all, it's just a small plaything, not a big deal.

However, today, the price of this item was suddenly too high just after the shooting started.
"The base price is two hundred thousand yuan!"

Liu Guang put it on the stage coolly, and then, all parties began to bid.

"I will offer 30 yuan!"

Boss Ma was the first to raise the auction sign in his hand, seemingly absent-minded.

For people like them, hundreds of thousands and millions are small money, and if the price goes up as soon as the auction starts, it will be regarded as a compliment to Zhu Changyuan, right?

Even if you buy a not-so-good antique, it’s nothing more than spending a few hundred thousand yuan more. The most important thing is that no matter how much this thing is worth, it is said to be the emperor’s royal thing. Even if the price is high, Ni Ma Laozi used it to play golf by himself.

"35 yuan!"

As soon as Boss Ma made an offer, a European-looking guy next to him stood up and held up a sign to bid.

"40 yuan!"

A guy from Europe and the United States stood up and said, "This is a golf club from 500 years ago. I'm going to order it today. Even if I buy it back and store it as gold, I can count it as a profit."

After hearing what he said, Liu Guang made another correction and said, "Don't get me wrong, this thing is not made of gold, but copper plated with gold. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

"50 yuan!"

As Boss Ma's friend, Wang Kanglin met Zhu Changyuan for the first time, so he unconsciously raised his hand.

His idea is actually the same as that of Lao Ma. A top rich man in the country really doesn't care about such a small amount of money, even if it's making friends, it's more than that, let alone an antique.

"60 yuan!"

The sign here has just dropped, and the European local tycoon who just became a monk of 35 yuan raised the sign in his hand again. This guy loves golf very much, but this time he suddenly saw the old version of golf, how could he be willing to give in.

"80 yuan!"

Just as that guy's voice fell, a high-pitched girl suddenly rang out. Her English was a bit blunt, but it was understandable.

Zhu Changyuan turned his head and saw that it was Binxi.

Bincy looked at the cue excitedly, as if he was very interested in it, and whispered in Portuguese: "This thing is very good, I want to order it."

"100 yuan!"

The Europeans who bid before gritted their teeth and raised the price again.

For him, this is already the limit. Although he is not short of money, he cannot violate the business principles of a businessman. Even if he likes something that is too worthless, he will not buy it.

But Binxi didn't care about this, his eyes lit up, and he spoke in blunt English: "200 million yuan."

I will go.

Zhu Changyuan's forehead darkened, and he thought to himself, Binxi, Binxi, how much do you like this thing? It's not a cucumber, is it worth it?This thing can be sold for 200 million yuan, which is absolutely sky-high.

(End of this chapter)