The etiquette lady handed over the microphone, but the old man refused.

Zhang Lao

He just waved to everyone and sat down again.

The old man was so low-key and won applause from the whole house.

"Lao Fu, Baoshao Fei didn't introduce you like this just now!"

"Aren't you jealous?" Zhang Yanhe said with a smile.

"I'm jealous of Hammer."

"Zhang Yanhe, did you fucking disgust me on purpose today?"

"If you continue to compete blindly, I will fall out with you."

"Hey, you're still staring!"

"You're not really angry, are you?"

"As for no?"

"Get out!"

"Hahaha"

The old guys were joking, Lu Fei on the stage continued.

"The purple clay teapot donated by Mr. Zhang is well preserved and the carving is exquisite."

"The market for purple sand is currently tight, so this collection is really valuable."

"On behalf of the foundation, I would like to thank the elderly again for their generosity."

"Next, we will auction this masterpiece of Master Shao Jingnan, the Eighteen Arhats Purple Clay Pot."

"The starting price is 800,000 Shenzhou coins."

"Each bid shall not be less than one hundred thousand."

“Start bidding now!”

As soon as Lu Fei finished speaking, things started boiling down below again.

"one million!"

"three million!"

"I'll pay five million!"

"I'll give you 10 million!"

"I will pay 15 million"

Shao Jingnan's works are indeed very valuable to collect, but the highest value is between 1.5 million and 1.8 million.

But after bidding for more than a dozen lots, it has exceeded the 20 million mark.

Such a crazy scene almost ruined the outlook of the old guys in the archaeological field.

"Twenty-three million times."

"Twenty-three million times."

"Twenty-three million times."
Chapter completed!