Chapter 338: Who said I have to pay?

As the conflict between the two escalated, two security guards stepped forward to separate the two.
"Sir, please follow the order."
The duty of these security guards is to guard the order of the venue. As for the conflict between the two of them, they can't control or dare to control. None of the people who come to the buying and selling meeting are ordinary people. The power behind them is unimaginable. For this period The security guards did not dare to intervene at all. If one person is dissatisfied, then we will not be able to control what you like to do after the auction.
"What are you? I dare to stop Laozi? Believe it or not to kill you with money?"
This sentence seems to have become Lin Fan's mantra, and he looks like Lao Tzu is rich in the world.
As soon as the security guard wanted to speak, he was interrupted by a man in a suit. He was the security supervisor of this auction, Zhong Hanming.
"Arrange a front seat for this gentleman."
"Yes." The security nodded respectfully, and then made a please gesture to Lin Fan.
"Oh, you still wince." Lin Fan snorted and walked swaggeringly.
"Who is this person!" Parker's face was cold, as if dripping water.
"I don't know, an old hat." A middle-aged man said, he is Park's housekeeper.
"Tell someone to block the door for me, I will let him not get out of this life building!"
"understand."
The housekeeper immediately took out his mobile phone and started dialing the number.
As the person involved, Lin Fan didn’t even know about it. He is sitting in the second row of the auction. What’s interesting is that he’s dressed like this, so that no one wants to take a few seats next to him. In the eyes of this group of upper-class people, his big gold rings and gold chains represent not wealth, but the smell of copper.
Anyone with a little identity would be like him, and he would wear a mask.
But Lin Fan didn't care. He didn't come to socialize himself today. In order to earn money, he must first attract the attention of others.
This auction was very big. Lin Fan could see that there were not only Bangzi people in the front row, but also the faces of various European countries, black people, and some oil that had been seen on TV. Tycoons are all here.
It was almost time. On the high platform in the center of the hall, a gray-haired old man walked out. He was holding a mallet in his hand. No need to think about this dress, he was the auctioneer this time.
Looking at the looks of the people around, some were full of interest, and some showed aspirations to win. It seemed that something extraordinary had appeared during this trip.
Almost ten minutes later, the lights in the hall went off, and what was lit up again was a direct spotlight that hit the high platform, instantly gathering everyone's eyes here.
Clearing his throat, the auctioneer picked up the microphone.
"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to this auction."
A few hundred words are omitted here, because all these kind words are bullshit.
"This auction officially begins!"
There was a round of applause, and the lights moved around on the stage. All the guests who participated in the auction followed the lights. A wonderful figure appeared. The white buttocks dress skirt outlined her most beautiful figure. She has slender legs. Stepping on a pair of silver-white high heels, looking up along this beautiful leg, what appeared to everyone was a perfect S-shaped figure, she had a lovely face.
This is a lady of etiquette, all auction items will be presented by them.
The first thing to show is an oil painting. There are only a few big yellow trees and pedestrians on the road. It seems innocent, but in fact this painting has been sold at a high price.
"It's Ariscom Road!" A person of knowledge can see the extraordinary painting at a glance.
"I didn't expect the first auction item to be so precious. It's no wonder that so many big people have come!" A wealthy businessman in Bangzi Country said in surprise.
Ariscom Road, a masterpiece of Van Gogh, was photographed in New York for 44 million pounds. This oil painting was created on November 1, 1888. Although the painting is from the representative abstract writer Van Gogh. High hand, but without sentimentality, it shows the charming scenery of Ariscon Road.
"Presumably most of the guests already know the origin of this painting, it is Ariscom Road. The starting price is 5 million US dollars, and each bidding price shall not be less than 100,000." The auctioneer motioned the hostess to put the words on a table with lights. Hit the painting so that everyone can see clearly.
"It's a genuine product, it's five and a half million!"
"Five and five million want to take the real thing? Six million!"
"6.5 million!"
"Eight million!"
The big wealthy businessmen are vying to bid for prices. When they have reached their status and status, they have long been tired of ordinary secular enjoyment. They all say that the poor play cars and the rich play watches. But for them, no matter how high-end watches they want, they can put them on. The whole room is full of them, what they need is some hand-crafted, unique kind.
For example, this pair of "Ariscom Road".
"Twenty-seven million!"
"thirty million!"
Thirty million dollars! As soon as this was said, there were a lot less people asking for the price. Yes, this Ariscom Road was sold for a sky-high price of 40 million pounds in 1998, but after so long, this painting is no longer worth it. The previous price, anyone who knows oil painting knows, the value of this oil painting is far inferior as it used to be for a long time. The 30 million US dollars has exceeded the collection value of this painting.
"Thirty-one million!" One less than a majority of people bidding, this does not mean that no one is bidding, the price of 30 million will still go up.
"Thirty-two million!"
In the end, the price stopped at 35 million.
"Thirty-five million for the first time!" The auctioneer had a deep breath, deliberately creating an atmosphere.
"Thirty-five million for the second time, Van Gogh's masterpiece, Ariscom Road!" He raised the auction hammer high.
Seeing that everyone in the audience didn't mean to bid any more, the auctioneer was about to knock down the gavel in his hand, which represented a deal.
"Forty million! I want it!"
Suddenly there was such a voice from the audience, attracting everyone's attention, and the auctioneer's face was also beaming. The higher the price of this item, the higher the commission he could get.
Everyone saw that the person who shouted the price was a man in a blue suit with a clown mask on his face.
"This gentleman is asking for 40 million, is there any higher!" The auctioneer exclaimed excitedly, but he also knew that this painting had exceeded the expected price.
"Forty million for the first time, 40 million for the second time, 40 million for the third time, the deal!"
The gavel fell heavily on the table, and the painting now belongs to Lin Fan.
"I said weak chicken, do you have that much money? Forty million US dollars, which is hundreds of millions in Chinese currency!"
"Who said I want to pay?" Lin Fan sneered.