One day, when Qianlong saw the concubines surrounding him, Lang Shining felt quite uneasy, so he asked him, "Who do you think of who is the most beautiful among them?" Lang Shining replied, "Emperor's concubines are all beautiful." Qianlong asked again, "Who do you admire the most among those concubines yesterday?" "I didn't look at them, and I was counting the porcelain tiles on the palace at that time." "How many pieces of porcelain tiles are there?" Lang Shining replied, "30." The emperor ordered the eunuch to count, which was indeed good.

After that, Lang did not get rid of any more tricks. However, he was ordered to depict an image of the emperor and 11 concubines together, with the title of the painting: "The Heart Writes the Practice". This is the most famous of the 200 figures painted by Lang Shining. Qianlong only saw the painting three times when it was finished, 700,000 years old and gave way. He then sealed the painting in the box and ordered anyone to secretly look at it, and he would be executed by lingchi.

The first auction item was so noble that it sparked a wave of fanaticism in the venue. Many rich people were breathing heavily and their eyes were red, and they were bound to win.

"High price of 200,000!"

"200,000!"

"300,000!"

"I'll pay 500,000!"

...

A laughing saying circulated in the market: "I am the most in the heavenly dynasty!" When I saw it, Li Shuo suddenly felt that it was not wrong at all. An ancient painting had soaring value, and in one minute it had reached a jaw-dropping point.

"There are few ancient cultures today. The authentic works of the court painter Lang Shining who has been circulated in the world are even rarer. This picture of Qianlong concubines is a unique treasure in the world. Perhaps you can have the rights enjoyed by the emperor and take this picture of concubines into your pocket..."

Jefferson had a strong incendiary in his language, and everyone in the audience whispered.

"1 million!"

"1.5 million!"

...

“Buyer No. 21 bids 2 million!”

...

"3 million!"

When this ancient painting, which was a thousand years ago, was sold for 3 million yuan, and the crowd exclaimed. Although Lang Shining's authentic works are rare, its market value is only about 1.5 million yuan, and the most expensive one will not exceed 2 million yuan. But at this moment, it was sold for 3 million yuan.

Jefferson happily wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead. After all, he was eighty years old and no longer had the physical strength he used to be.

The first auction ended in a stunning way!

"The second auction item..."

The second work made another stir. One sculpture was actually the dying work of Michelangelo, one of the three Renaissance masters, "Mourning Christ". This work was written by St. Peter's Basilica in the ancient holy city and spread for unknown reasons. Therefore, its special meaning is praised by the world.

"I paid 5 million to buy this auction item!"

A pleasant voice came from the door, and the rich man who was about to speak suddenly turned red and angry.

No wonder the rich are so excited. Even Jefferson on the stage frowned and looked ugly. But when he saw the person outside the door, there was a neat sound of breath at the auction.

The master of the Holy City, the current Saint Carol.

The rich men who were about to speak immediately closed their mouths and retracted their heads. Even Jefferson looked shocked. One of the most powerful forces on the planet, such a giant, is extremely frightened by those with a slight identity.

"Your Highness!"

Jefferson was about to speak, but Carol raised his hand to block it.

"I bought this work at this price. Are there any bids for everyone?"

The power of the holy light shrouded, and the domineering aura spread. There was a suffocation at the auction, and no one dared to speak out. In this way, the auction item returned to the hands of the Holy City without even being auctioned. It would be fine to circulate this work in private, but if it was publicly snatched with the Holy Church, it would be like going to war with the Holy Church. Although the rich in the room was as rich as a country, they rarely had such courage.

A smile appeared on the corner of Carlo's mouth, and he was very satisfied with the effect. When he sat in front, Carlo's eyes drifted to the back.

With the dramatic opening, Jefferson incited from time to time, the auction started one after another. Li Shuo, who was standing behind, almost fell asleep.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter!

...

"I'm so rich, boss, the broken knife I just now actually auctioned more than 30 million!"

"It's just 30 million, why are you shouting!"

Wang Enjun suddenly sweated coldly and was hurt internally. The conversation between the two brothers was so outrageous. The one who was auctioned just now was the famous sword demon Masato of Daomura in Japanese history. He was truly from famous masters, but he was named "breaking sword" by the fat man. The most crazy one was the fat man's boss, and 30 million seemed to be worth mentioning.

"Are these two guys crazy?"

Standing together seemed like a traitor, a vacuum suddenly appeared around Li Shuo and the fat man. The contempt in the eyes of the people around him was not concealed at all.

"Of course it's not worth mentioning! He would say so too! Three thousand dollars and three hundred million dollars are the same for him, because he doesn't have them!"

With contemptuous eyes, Wang Enjun, who stood together, suddenly had cold sweats, as if he was sitting on a needle. It would be fine if these guys were unrestrained. If this old man really angered, he might buy the Emperor Hotel in anger.

Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, Wang Enjun secretly prayed that Li Shuo must not be impulsive.

"Don't do this kind of thing!"

“The eleventh auction item is below!”

The staff moved the prepared seats to the stage. It was a miracle that Master Jefferson was able to persevere to this point.

Li Shuo, who had been closing his eyes and resting, suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing his splendor. It seemed that the sleeping lion had been awakening, roaring in the sky, killing the world.

When he saw this scene, Wang Enjun suddenly turned pale and murderous intent. It was like falling into the hell of the infinite, with his limbs cooled down and his whole body trembling. He had never seen such a terrible look. His eyes were like two sharp swords that could tear apart a person's soul.

"It's true that there are some tricks!"

"The most prosperous Tang Dynasty civilization in ancient China is an ancient Buddha with a gorgeous body!"

Master Jefferson is an expert in Chinese culture. He can see the origin of the ancient Buddha at a glance. This ancient Buddha has a unique shape, and his appearance is ferocious, like a demon. It makes people feel restless when they see it. Although the Buddha's body is gorgeous and smooth, it is made by famous masters. However, the shape of the ancient Buddha is really unpopular.

This Buddha statue originated from the most famous Buddhist destruction movement in history during the reign of Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty. The Buddha statues passed down in that era are naturally not ordinary. The value of the Buddha statue is indeed extraordinary, but its unique shape is not loved by the rich. It is always a bit out of place on such occasions, and it is difficult to buy a very high price.

"Low price of 800,000!"

The sound fell, but the scene was silent.

Most of the rich people like Buddha statues because they hope that the Buddha will protect their homes and have a safe house. Such a strange shape will make them feel restless just by looking at them, and naturally they will not be loved by the rich.

Faced with the fate of failing to film, Jefferson suddenly burst into tears.

"I'll pay 800,000!"

A rich man from Spain shouted. Master Jefferson immediately let out a sigh of gratitude in his eyes.

"One million!"

...

"One and a half million!"

When this price appeared, Jefferson's frown finally stretched out. It was beyond his imagination to be able to buy such an ancient Buddha. After all, the name of the master is extraordinary. One million can win the favor of the master, and there are still many rich people who are willing to take action on the scene.

"I'll pay two million!"

A voice sounded in the corner of the main hall, and the scene suddenly became restless.

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