With a smile, Sofia walked to the auction table on the side, pressed the button on the table, and as soon as the light curtain changed, a bamboo ink painting appeared on the screen.

"The first lot is from the Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhao Yanzhi's work, called "Bamboo Rhyme". Zhao Yanzhi is good at painting with natural landscapes, with fine brushes and elegant painting style, which integrates the beauty of nature with the state of mind, which is very distinctive. There are only three nature paintings by Zhao Yanzhi that have been handed down in the world, among which "Blue Bird" and "Wanzhong Mountain" are treasured in the Forbidden City Museum, and only this "Bamboo Rhyme" has been handed down by the people. After appraisal, our famous auction house has set the starting price of this "Bamboo Rhyme" at 3 million, now, please start."

With a slight blow of the hammer, the auction officially begins.

"3.5 million"

As soon as the hammer fell, someone took the lead in raising the card, and the price was 500,000.

Glancing at the person holding the card, Jing Chen hooked his lips faintly, "The Song family is happy today, it seems that the last encounter made them very unhappy."

In the last auction, a natural painting was also auctioned, but that painting was relatively famous, and it was fried to 30 million, and the Song family's financial resources could not change color, so they could only watch the painting fall into the hands of the opponent.

This time, "Bamboo Rhyme", although the painting skills are good, but the painter's reputation is not top-notch, so the painting naturally cannot be auctioned at the top price, and in his opinion, the highest auction is only 10 million.

If it passes, then the Song family will be fools.

Here Jing Chen picked his eyes to watch the play, and the auction was also in full swing.

As the opening lot, the value of "Bamboo Rhyme" is naturally not too high, and it is the lot that second-rate forces are most willing to bid for, so it set off a heat wave as soon as the auction started.

"3.7 million"

"3.9 million"

"4 million"

"4.3 million"

“……”

Between the ups and downs, the price soared all the way to 8 million.

"8.5 million" Song Yaohui, the head of the Song family, frowned, and directly increased to 8.5 million in one fell swoop.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then retreated.

The Song family increased the price so ruthlessly, it was obvious that it was inevitable to get this "Bamboo Rhyme", and since the head of the Song family had already expressed his position, there was no need for them to grudge with the Song family for a painting.

Sofia raised her lips, swept her gaze over the guest seat, and asked with a chuckle, "Now that Mr. 13 is asking for 8.5 million, does anyone else want to increase the price?" 8,500,000 once, 8 ......"

"9 million," the young voice said lazily

Sofia's eyebrows bent slightly, and she raised her lips and smiled: "Mr. No. 9 asked for 9 million"

Song Yaohui's face sank, and he glared at Jing Chen with some indignation, and his tone was not good, "It turns out that the young master of the Jing family is also interested in this ink painting."

Jing Chen shrugged indifferently, and said with a leisurely smile: "It's not interesting to be interested, but I see that the atmosphere is not hot enough, so I'm here to add some heat."

Song Yaohui's brows furrowed violently, his face was a little ugly, this third young master of the Jing family was clearly making trouble, although he was dissatisfied in his heart, but because of the prestige of the Jing family, Song Yaohui did not dare to show too much dissatisfaction, gritted his teeth and raised his card again, "10 million"

Crash......

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and it was directly added to 10 million, it seems that the Song family is also out of the way, but I don't know if the Jing family will let go.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and Jing Chen unhurriedly raised the number plate, "10.1 million"

"10.3 million"

"10.4 million"

"10.8 million"

"10.9 million"

glared at Jingchen fiercely, Song Yaohui gritted his teeth and drank, "13 million"

Sweeping Song Yaohui's somewhat reddened eyes, Jing Chen's eyebrows were slightly raised, leaned back slightly, and said faintly: "If the Song family master likes it so much, then let you give it to you"