Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 185 Old Antiques
Su Zizeng, who was so nervous that even her pores were blocked, was cold all over, she could only smile, her mind went blank.

The guests' puzzlement was quickly replaced by impatience. A high-level auction includes the display of exhibits and the setting of reserve prices. Even the auctioneer's level is strict.

No matter how good the preparatory work and publicity campaign of Suby Auction House in the early stage is, this old grand master's chair, which obviously has no auction value, has made everything that was done before come to naught.

The valuable dragon chair was discarded in a corner of the back alley of Suby's auction house at this time, and several mice that had woken up from the winter were crawling across it.

Beside the "Dragon Chair", there was an extra hand. Perot handed it to Su Zizeng, and said with a smile, "It's time for intermission. Leave it to me." At this time, Su Zizeng was She needed a helping hand, so even in the face of countless gazes, she still held that hand firmly, and then let Pero lead herself down, and he stood up again.

The magnetic male voice rang out in the hall with ease, like an impromptu announcement: "Dear ladies and gentlemen, our beautiful Miss Su has given you a real surprise."

He lowered his body, took the gray but still bulging gray cushion in his hand, and tugged vigorously.

Hang Yishao also saw the changes before and after Su Zizeng. Although he was very dissatisfied with Perot's "hero saving the beauty", he didn't dare to rush forward because he had no idea about the auction. He could only do it in his heart. Hope Perot hits the field.It's just that if Perot loses the game, it means Zi Zeng loses the game. Thinking of this, Hang Yishao also became entangled.

"As you can see, this cushion is very strong, and it has a long history," Perrault said, acting like a cushion salesman, but he performed it with indescribable elegance. The female guests were all whispering.

"Why don't we let him come down and let's start other auctions first?" Director Luo didn't care about the whereabouts of his precious dragon chair at this time, and all he could think about now was that the auction would end soon.A crappy cushion, the more it shows off, the more miserable it will end.

"But the significance of this cushion is far greater than what it appears on the surface," Perot deliberately prolonged his voice, and put the cushion back on the grand master's chair with both hands.Compared with Director Luo, Perot is more like a highly skilled hype maker. His halfway appearance and commentary with twists and turns played a very good role in exaggerating.

"In the 40s, the government army united with the Soviet government to wipe out the elite troops including the Japanese Kwantung Army. At that time, the two generals Deng and Ye led the army." Perot's voice moved the guests as the war progressed. ideas.

Those who are a little older can't help but have red eyes, and the young people of the younger generation also imagine the heroic deeds of the revolutionary ancestors in those turbulent years.

"This cushion was given to Old General Deng by General Ye during the war. There are only two in the world, and the other one is now in the Central Military Region." Perot's voice was like the most intense auction hammer. Everyone's heart and soul.

"Oh my God!" Su Zizeng covered his mouth lightly, looking at the inconspicuous cushion in surprise, but already exuding an astonishing light.

In the auction house, all the guests, including Shang Yin with a sloppy face, and the receptionists who were delivering drinks, all stopped breathing.

Outside the auction house, under the large speakers, the scene was continuously broadcasting beside the "light wall", and nearly ten thousand people held their breath.

The reason why the "dragon chair" became a dragon chair is because it is protected by a real dragon.But those real dragons who have been dead for hundreds of years and cannot protect the current country Z, how can they compare with the "national dragon" who has protected country Z for more than half a century and withstood countless storms.

"Little boss, does that cushion really have such a big background?" Zhou Dagen was nervous and asked about Su Zizeng.

"Old Deng, old Deng! It should be true," Su Zizeng didn't dare to make a conclusive conclusion, but why did Perot know so clearly.

"Chairman Deng, who is nearly [-] years old, works tirelessly on this cushion every day," Perot continued.

"Who can ensure that what you say is true?" Some people in the field were dissatisfied.

Who can guarantee that Perot is not a prop, even in the most advanced auction house, there will be so-called props, a young man in his 20s, telling a story half a century ago with empty words.

"You don't believe what I said, and Director Luo is from the auctioneer, so you should believe what Mr. Traus said?" Perot stopped making unnecessary explanations, and he respectfully moved towards the The foreign guests from Christie's auction house who had been leaning against the high platform and observing the cushions made a gesture of invitation.

The chief connoisseur of Christie's Asia was suddenly named by a young man, and he couldn't figure out how this young man found out his identity.Now that he was discovered, he could only stand up.

After Perot's reminder, there were really a few people in the field who had some impressions of Mr. Trauss, and the previous doubts were lowered again.

As soon as Mr. Trauss took the stage, he took off the clothes of ordinary guests.Picking up the cushion in his hand, he carefully observed the fur and texture.

If it is a mat made of ordinary snow bears, it is difficult to identify, but this kind of thick fur that is unique after experiencing the severe cold of Siberia is unique.After checking it, Mr. Truss blurted out in fluent Z language, "I can be sure that this leather product is a Soviet product, and its history is indeed not short, but I have never seen that great leader with my own eyes. items, so I can't be sure yet."

This damn foreigner, Su Zi once listened to the Z mandarin, thought of the English that this foreigner deliberately made difficult before, and then looked at his increasingly smeared statement, and was very annoyed.

"I've seen that cushion," finally someone among the guests spoke again. Qiu Zhi's grandma, the short and thin old woman, attracted everyone's attention.

"Not only have I seen it before, I think old man Wen will also find it familiar." The two oldest and most experienced old men in the field glanced at each other.There were different lights in their eyes.

Old Mr. Wen laughed: "Old woman, it seems that your memory is better than mine. I didn't recognize it at first sight, but I just recognized it."

The Wen family and the Qiu family, as the only remaining old forces in the old society, were the first to surrender to the new government, and participated in the first National People's Political Consultative Conference. At that time, they were received by the then central leaders.

"We were lucky enough to meet Mr. Deng in public, and he always carried the exact same cushion with him." The old man of the Wen family recalled some things, the longer the time passed, the more clearly he remembered them.

"The patches on the cushions are all made of five-star shapes," the old lady of the Qiu family is a woman, and she pays more attention to sewing and embroidery than the old lady of the Wen family.

The identity of the cushion is already a certainty, but in the face of such an auction item, its significance is far higher than its value.

The chief Asian appraiser of Christie's was suspicious. He also estimated the price of the cushion in his heart. Too high a price is impossible. After all, an old cushion made of bear skin can be sold for a high price.

"This cushion needs to be taken down," several government officials on the side began to mutter, "Mr. Deng is the weathervane of our country, and this flag cannot be toppled."

"Mr. Deng is almost a hundred years old, and he has single-handedly planned many reforms in the country. That cushion is meaningful," some old men who are nearly seventy years old are discussing.

"It is said that General Ye gave it to Mr. Deng. When General Ye led the troops to fight against the Japanese devils, you were still young. You didn't know the one who fought well, but that one was invincible and invincible. Our Su family needed it." This momentum," Chang Mei taught Chang Chi.

The goblet in Chang Chi's hand was almost crushed, a dilapidated chair he found somewhere and an old cushion that made people completely unable to buy it, these people were crazy.

Perot's eyes first lingered on Su Zizeng's face, which was still full of surprise, and then crossed the spacious hall and landed on Shang Yin, who had a funny face in the corner.

With just one glance, Shang Yin understood. "Madman," Shang Yin hadn't accepted the auction card sent by the receptionist before, but Perot's look should have meant that he was asked to come forward and take a picture of the cushion.

"What a toss. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't listen to Chang Chi's idea and stole that chair." Yesterday, Chang Chi insisted on pestering Shang Yin and told him to find someone to post for Su Zizeng's auction. Order a special gift.

Shang Yin caught a glimpse of Chang Chi gnashing his teeth in anger.From Shang Yin's point of view, he would rather take pictures of the resplendent dragon chair than the "great man's cushion" with revolutionary history.

On the field, there was a wave of bidding, and the chief appraiser of Christie's was immediately infected by the special feelings of the Z people, and impossible prices were quoted one by one.

The price might have been higher, but when the silent Shang Yin raised the auction board, the price was finally set.

"200 million," reported warm blessings to the great leader, and the price of this cushion was finally fixed at an exaggerated price of 200 million.This is the people of country Z. Terence watched the beaming Shang Yin take over the auction items. What he saw was not a mat, but a rushing forward. The door of the huge country Z auction market was opened.

(End of this chapter)