Chapter 68: [018] Not to help, but to hurt you

Finally waited for the finale of the auction-the Han Dynasty three-foot phoenix jade incense burner.
The expectation of everyone's faces, even if they can't auction it down, they can witness the auction process of this treasure, which is exciting and feastful.
The auctioneer announced a starting price of two million, and each time the price increase was in units of 100,000, many people who took a wait-and-see attitude took a breath.
"Two million!" Yang Jianming first grabbed the price, and looked around at the people with a certain gaze, indicating that the son of the municipal party committee secretary liked the jade incense burner, and those who knew him should not grab him.
Most people who seek survival in City A are acquaintances and do not bid, but those who come from other places can't care about him so much, let alone those who can enter the auction house by themselves. Has his strong background.
"2.2 million." Murong Yuqing held a bid for the brand. He runs a jade business. This phoenix jade incense burner can be used as a treasure of a town shop, naturally he doesn't want to miss it.
Yang Jianming was displeased when he saw him grabbing himself, but he was helpless. His father had warned him that one person in City A could not move casually, and that was Murong Yuqing. Although he seemed to start off with a gambling stone, the background was not so Simple, with a hole card that he can't elude.
"2.3 million!" Yang Jianming continued to bid.
Murong Yunqing has also pursued the price, and finally bid to five million. Other people participating in the bidding flinched, leaving him and Yang Jianming.
Yang Jianming began to sweat, but he was unwilling to give up. Someone had previously told him that if he placed this phoenix jade incense burner at home, he could attract phoenixes and make the women in the family a queen.
This is a great temptation for the Yang family. It will represent a higher level of official transport and go directly to the central government. If not, it will mean that the Yang family's daughter will become the first lady.
Therefore, he was bound to get it, but unexpectedly, he met Murong Yunqing such a disrespect.
Seeing that the price was close to Yang Jianming's psychological price, Yang Zimei began to worry that this thing would be photographed by Murong Yunqing instead of Yang Jianming.
"Mr. Song, let Mr. Murong give up." She whispered to Song Xuan, and that voice just came into Murong Yunqing's ears.
Song Xuan looked at her a little puzzled, his relationship with Murong Yunqing was not so good.
Murong Yunqing turned her head slightly, and just ran into her dark eyes with clear eyes, her head twitched slightly, and the ghost let down the auction card in her hand.
"5.1 million for the first time," the auctioneer called.
"The second time with 5.1 million."
"The third time with 5.1 million." The auctioneer looked pleased, "Congratulations to the gentleman who successfully photographed this treasured three-legged phoenix incense burner with 5.1 million."
Finally, the auction came to an end, Yang Jianming looked with joy, stood up and waved his hand vigorously, indicating his victory.
Just now, he also heard Yang Zimei tell Song Xuan to persuade Murong Yunqing to stop filming, and thought she was helping her with understanding.
The auction was over, and everyone held their own auction items and dispersed.
Yang Zimei had to wait for Huo Wenhua, so he let Song Xuan go first and stayed for a while.
Murong Yunqing came over, and her narrow phoenix looked at her, "Can you give me a reason?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows curled up and chuckled, "The reason is that it's not good for you!"
"Why do you see that?" Murong Yunqing always felt that the smile on the corner of her lips was a bit unpredictable, as if she was holding a puzzling secret, which made people want to uncover it.
Yang Zimei smiled and didn't answer. At this time, he came to Huo Wenhua, who was polite and polite, with a modest tone. "Master, sorry, have you been waiting so long?"
"Unaccompanied." Yang Zimei nodded to Murong Yun aside and followed Huo Wenhua away.
Little master? Murong Yun thought about this title in a puzzled way. Has her appraisal level of antiques already won the true biography of Song Xuan, and she is respected as a master by people like Huo Wenhua?
She just told herself not to auction the jade incense burner. Is it a fake?