Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

Huo Chenghong smiled lightly and said, "Okay, buy it if you like it."

The woman is elated.

A painting that no one cared about before, immediately became a woman's favorite because of Wei Yiran's understatement of a few words.

After several auctions, Huo Chenghong's female companion also frequently asked Wei Yiran questions.

Wei Yiran is proficient in fun, and appreciating this kind of antiques is also a kind of "play". He talked eloquently, and the guests next to him also listened to a few more words. Slowly, the atmosphere of the auction heated up, and the bids also rose steadily.

This is a result that everyone loves to see. For the auction house, the most embarrassing thing is that no one bids.

Now the atmosphere is heated up, buyers can buy vigorously, and sellers can make money happily.

Huo Chenghong's girlfriend bought the famous painting and was in a great mood, feeling that the painting was not only valuable but also had a good meaning.

She said to Wei Yiran: "Fortunately, I met you, otherwise I would have missed it."

"I don't dare to take it. I'm just here to relieve Mr. Huo's boredom, so I'm familiar with it." Wei Yiran replied with a smile.

What he said was true, the female companion was immediately amused by him, and said: "You can be considered to be able to relieve Mr. Huo's boredom."

After all, she cast a winking glance at Huo Chenghong.

The corners of Huo Chenghong's mouth were slightly raised, with a slight smile, but he didn't speak.

Wei Yiran said: "It's also a good day today. The auctioneer seems to be a novice with insufficient ability to control the field."

"Auctioneer?" The woman chuckled, "Isn't that the one who hits the hammer? What kind of control ability do you need?"

"Naturally." Wei Yiran explained with a smile, and watched Huo Chenghong calmly from the corner of his eye, "...it seems that the auctioneer is just raising the hammer to bid, but in fact, the auctioneer needs to have keen judgment and ability to control the field. When a commodity is displayed, an experienced auctioneer can immediately judge who are the real buyers on the spot, and let the artwork reflect the maximum value under his hammer."

"It doesn't sound easy." The woman leaned on Huo Chenghong's arms and said with a charming smile, "What do you think, Master Huo?"

"En." Huo Chenghong nodded lightly, "The auctioneer must know every auction item like the back of his hand, like a generalist, he needs to master all-inclusive knowledge. Such an auctioneer usually has to go through hundreds of auctions. Therefore, In general large-scale auctions, the organizers are willing to find older auctioneers."

The older you are, the more experienced you are, the less likely you are to fail the auction.

But today's auction was arranged for a young man, the beads of sweat on his forehead flickered under the light, and he didn't know if it was heat or nervousness.

"What Mr. Huo said is true." Wei Yiran picked up the topic and said slowly, "The quality of the auctioneer has an impact on the auction price. Fortunately, Mr. Huo has a good eye and discernment, so he didn't let the previous two collections pass the auction."

Wei Yiran refers to Huo Chenghong's previous two auctions.

He has observed that Huo Chenghong is actually not interested in those collections. After all, he is the head of the Huo family. What good things haven't he seen? It's just a pity that no one cares about good things.

But after that, the auctioneer's introduction continued to be dry, did not highlight the bright spots of the auction items at all, and the rhythm was weak, so that there were frequent silences, and Huo Chenghong felt bored and a little bit unmotivated.

Huo Chenghong said: "Mr. Wei has unique insights into auctions, why don't we drink tea together later."

Wei Yiran nodded: "It's a great honor."

He never introduced himself, but Huo Chenghong clearly called him Mr. Wei. It can be seen that although Huo Chenghong has just arrived in Qingjiang, he already has a clear understanding of the people and things in Qingjiang.

Wei Yiran sat silently, his hands laying flat on his thighs unconsciously tightened, his knuckles turned slightly white...

The opportunity has come.