Yang Zhengyu went online and told the audience: "It's okay, I just encountered a chess scam. Please wait for me and I will start broadcasting soon."

Report the news when you see him.

Comments followed one after another, and my phone received many message notifications.

It keeps ringing.

Yang Zhengyu read the message and replied.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Zhuoqing asked: "Brother Yu, how many fans do you have?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "Let me see, there are 1.5 million fans!"

"Damn, you are a big anchor." Zhou Zhuoqing said in shock.

Yang Zhengyu smiled at the camera, "Brothers, let's get off first. See you in the live broadcast room later."

Turn off the live broadcast, the car is passing through Wenwan 2nd Street.

Zhou Zhuoqing introduced him diligently.

"My grandfather bought this street and also picked up the pieces."

"At that time, we found a Hong Kong businessman to develop the project. Halfway through the construction, we ran out of money. The capital chain was broken. My grandfather took out a few family treasures and mortgaged them in the bank, staking all his wealth. Only then did we have this

Street."

Wenwan Street is built in different areas.

Yang Zhengyu had some understanding, and he nodded slightly to show interaction.

I didn’t really care.

The Zhou family definitely doesn't welcome him, and is even a little hostile towards him.

Now call Yang Zhengyu back.

It must be the reason for Jin Yutong.

As for why the Zhou family is hostile to him.

Maybe these old moneymen are instinctively jealous of the emerging treasure appraisers.

Yang Zhengyu doesn’t have to deal with them too much.

However, we cannot ignore our own safety.

There is absolutely no problem in doing your own appraisal, but you will have to slowly build your own company later.

If you have your own employees, you should also arrange your own bodyguards.

Otherwise, even those liars just now could squeeze him into a corner.

Yang Zhengyu thought about it and looked out the car window.

At this time, the auction site had arrived.

Yang Zhengyu adjusted the collar of his clothes and held the document bag in his hand.

After the door opened, he got out of the car.

Zhou Zhuoqing walked quickly in front of him.

The glass door opens automatically.

There were staff to help him along the way.

Yang Zhengyu slowly followed Zhou Zhuoqing.

When walking into the auction venue.

The auction has come to an end.

Audiences who bought their favorite toys have already left the show.

Looking around, the hall is full of people.

Most of them are good friends of the Zhou family.

To give the Zhou family face, they will definitely wait until the show is over.

The emcee shouted from the stage.

"Ming Dynasty Jin Yiwei's weapon, high-end cultural toys, the starting price is 1 million!"

"Is anyone bidding?"

"Does any audience like it? Put this at home and it will have the effect of calming the house!"

"Does anyone like it?"

"You can take a closer look. It is equivalent to our modern police baton. It is very well maintained."

The audience in the audience was indifferent.

There are only a few people there.

They had all seen the promotional posters issued by the Zhou family before coming here.

Have a good understanding of the value of items.

There is still controversy as to whether this Jinyiwei weapon is a high-end literary toy.

Experts are experts, and they probably know it.

Last year Subifu sold a similar one, and it only fetched 800,000.

The starting price at that time was only 50

The starting price is 1 million. This is treating brothers as brothers.

Yang Zhengyu looked intently.

He shook his head strangely.

Then he raised his hands high and talked while walking.

"1 million!"

The master of ceremonies shouted hard for a long time, but no one answered him.

I saw someone raising their hands below.

I can’t be happy.

"Okay, one million times."

Zhou Zhuoqing looked at Yang Zhengyu strangely.

"Do you like this?"

The two of them had arrived at the auction site, and Zhou Zhuoqing's nervousness relaxed a little.

He looked back at the VIP room on the second floor.

There must be two pairs of eyes looking at the audience.

"One million for the second time!"

Yang Zhengyu walked to the front row and sat down.

At this time, the emcee received a sound in his earphones.

He raised his hand as if to signal to stop

He said: "There is a bid in the VIP room on the second floor!"

The host said, pointing to his ear.

There was an intoxicated look on his face, as if he were listening to music.

Then he showed an expression of disbelief and pointed to the second floor.

"Someone bid 1.2 million in the VIP room."

"One million and two hundred thousand times."

The emcee said and looked excitedly at the audience.

The audience was excited.

"Why is there still someone on the second floor?"

"Is there any distinguished guest here today?"

Everyone looked back at the second floor.

The black glass in the VIP room seems to be a wall.

Behind this wall, there must be eyes watching them.

The people who come can be considered friends of the Zhou family.

But I didn’t hear anyone in the VIP room in advance.
To be continued...