City: I'm Really Not Rich

As an imperial man, Zhang Chen certainly didn't want to see the empire's cultural relics lost overseas, and auctioning the cultural relics for the Forbidden City seemed to be counted as consumption, so that he could get several lottery chances at one time.

Why didn't you think of it before?

Gold is hidden in troubled times, antiques are hidden in prosperous times, what is more expensive than playing with antiques and artworks?

Although what I bought myself is considered an asset, spending it on the Forbidden City is a good thing for both fame and fortune.

Brother Hao led the way in a panic, and the three entered the largest auction hall of the Binhai Baoli Club.

On the auction stage, the golden rabbit head was sitting in a glass hood in high spirits. It was called the rabbit head. In fact, strictly speaking, it was a bust.

Huang Chengcheng's gilding does not know what kind of craftsmanship it is. After thousands of years of wind and frost, it has not affected its brilliance at all. It is still so vivid and full of the majesty of an emperor.

"Guest No. 3 bid 88 yuan, is there any higher bid than him?

“88 yuan for the first time!”

“88 yuan for the second time!”

"88"

The auctioneer waved his hammer and shouted for the third time, before someone in the sixth row dawdled and raised a card.

"Guest No. 35, the price is 89 yuan.

The auctioneer's tone suddenly calmed down, and now No. 3 and No. 35 are still competing, but you can tell at a glance which of them is better.

Every time the third guest increases the price, it is directly added to the whole ten, and the shot is fast and stable.

The thirty-fifth guest only added the minimum amount each time, and they would not raise their cards until the last minute. Obviously, it was almost impossible to hold on.

The gilded rabbit head auctioned this time, although the cultural relic value is extremely high, but in terms of commercial value, it is only about 50 yuan, and now it has been forced to nearly double.

Even the auctioneer could tell that No. 3 was deliberately teasing No. 35.

However, of course he wouldn't take care of these things. The more they tossed, the more commissions they would get, so why not do it.

"89 yuan for the first time."

After the auctioneer shouted, No. 3 immediately raised the sign, but he didn't seem to want the auction to end so quickly, and this time he only followed a dollar.

And after the cards were raised, the man number three stood up and walked in front of Director Liu with a cynical smile.

"Lao Liu, I know that your budget is no more than 100. Now I'll give you the last chance. Let Su Xinyi come to see me. Maybe I'm in a good mood and I'll give you this thing, or else—"

0.....・・ Flowers・

He snapped his fingers, and the two bodyguards behind him immediately ran over with a small safe in his arms.

As soon as the box was opened, there was a hundred-yuan bill lying inside.

0...0

Two boxes are two hundred.

Liu Chenggui's eyes widened, suddenly stood up, his hands trembled as if he had had a stroke, and a phlegm sounded from his throat.

The money for the Palace Museum to purchase cultural relics is approved by the state, and it is only 100 yuan a year, which also includes other expenses.

The budget for going out this time was actually less than 100 yuan. The curator was worried that he would not have enough money to mortgage his house in the capital, so he reluctantly scraped it all together.

Now that Chen Wenyu's shot is two hundred, what else is he bidding for?

Even if I boil these old bones into soup, I can't make up this number!

Moreover, this kid is obviously an imperial man, but he is attached to the big consortium of Repin country. He has publicly stated that if he bids for the rabbit head, he will give it to Mr. Lehman, the head of the Lehman Group.