"This is a signet ring worn by King George V, which was used to process documents during the First World War, and the starting price is £80,000! Eighty thousand people either? ”

The auctioneer holds a bronze ring and a hammer in the other.

The stands were silent, and he said, "Seventy-five thousand pounds, seventy-five thousand!" ”

Still no one spoke.

Princess Diana intended to maintain the dignity of the royal family, but the price was slightly higher, so she lowered her head to sort out William's clothes and pretended not to hear.

There are quite a lot of this kind of thing in the world, and it is not worth much, and the appreciation time is calculated in a hundred years, so Han Xuan is naturally not interested in pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, covering his mouth and burping.

I drank up a large glass of blueberry juice that Baron Orwell had just brought me.

The auction has just begun, with an open-air auction in the middle of the hall.

Most of the tourists who came in came to visit, and only those who participated had chairs and they stood next to them.

The auctioneer received Duke Orwell's eyes, and he couldn't spend so much time on the second lot, which lost the interest of these distinguished customers, and the things behind it were not easy to sell.

Knowing what he meant, he immediately shouted, "Sixty-five thousand, sixty-five thousand pounds." ”

This time, a middle-aged man in a suit immediately raised the sign, and the auctioneer quickly dropped the hammer.

"Deal!"

Han Xuan smiled and understood the process of the Dutch-style auction.

Unlike other auctions, this silent auction offers a high price and then decreases.

If there is a simultaneous bid, it will go up until one person decides to buy it, and if there is really no one to buy, the auction will be considered unsuccessful after the price is reached.

In this way, the benefits of the auction can be maximized, and if there is a treasure, it will not be a Dutch auction.

Another employee on the stage brought the lot, which looked like a set of books, and the auctioneer said: "A set of miscellaneous books at the end of the seventeenth century, which has not been issued, is very well preserved.

There are also some personal letters and newspapers, with a starting price of $45,000! ”

After a while.

"Forty-five thousand dollars, no one? So forty-three thousand dollars ......"

When the auctioneer quoted 39,000 US dollars, Han Xuan held up the sign, and this thing went home and put it on the bookshelf as a good decoration.

If it's not released, it means it's out of print, and while it doesn't seem good in the eyes of those experts, what if the content is interesting.

After two more prices, the auction failed, and the auctioneer finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that someone was buying, "Please come here to collect it when it is over."

Below is an 18th-century Nepalese scimitar from the Shah's dynasty with a handle made of ivory and set with several gemstones, with a starting bid of $140,000......"

Baron Orwell saw that it was Han Xuan's bid, and nodded with a smile, this kind of thing is generally unsold, and it will be filled with a few on the field, in case there is a fool willing to buy it, this is not found.

After finding that Han Xuan nodded politely with himself, he talked to the girl next to him, and Duke Orwell knew that these things could not arouse his interest.

Thinking of the amazing collection of his two elders, my eyes were hot, and I had chatted with him for a long time just now, but it was not to the point where I could borrow the collection.

beckoned to the assistant who was standing not far away, and said softly: "Add those two things in my study to the auction list, and the starting price is six million US dollars......

In the future, Mr. Yao said that there is no buying and selling, no killing, Han Xuanting liked the "ancestor" of this Nepalese scimitar, but did not buy it.

Behind him, in the corridor on the second floor.

The girl, Hannah, walked into the elevator alone, pressed the button on the first floor, and when she reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, but there was no one inside......

At this moment, two escort vehicles of the Stryker Security Company drove towards the Tate Modern.

Entering the back warehouse, four security guards with guns were already waiting, and Augustin, who had stunned the security guards in the parking lot earlier, was also standing aside in a security uniform at the moment, and saw the forklift put a wooden box down from the escort truck.

Several men in suits who were waiting quickly pried open the wooden box, lifted off the dry straw, and took out two small wooden boxes one meter square from inside.

The insurance company inspector asked them to open their eyes, nodded and followed the two boxes, not leaving an inch.

Augustin passed by a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor, accidentally bumped into him, helped him up with one hand, and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry!" ”

The other hand reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a magnetic card, and tucked it into his sleeve.

"It's okay, be careful in the future, why haven't I seen you?" The man stood up and patted his pants and asked.

Augustin's face stiffened, and he said, "There are not enough people, and the company is newly sent." ”

"Hmm." Recently, the security company did send some newcomers over, looked at the ID card he hung in his pocket, and waved, "Go ahead." ”

Augustine nodded earnestly, turned around calmly, and exhaled.

When passing by a vent, take out the stolen magnetic card and throw it in.

Not long after, the woman in the leotard climbed here through the ventilation duct, picked up the magnetic card, and climbed out backwards.

Turning his head to find the direction, he was about to leave, and found a few black things installed in the pipe, took out a bottle of perfume from the small bag behind his waist, sprayed it a few times, and several parallel green rays appeared in the mist.

"This kind of thing is used, fortunately, the old lady is prepared."

She took off her backpack and rummaged through it, and then a roll of silver tin foil for barbecue appeared in her hand.

Tear off two squares of tin foil and flatten them, fold out the feet that allow the foil to stand, and push them forward with both hands.

The laser was still on, but the alarm did not go off, and the laser in the middle disappeared and shone only on the tin foil.

Hannah smirked and threw her bag over, carefully passing through herself, when something suddenly touched her shoe, scaring her half to death.

I didn't hear the alarm, and said to myself: "Now the museums are all bad, why are you inventing this thing, neurotic!" ”

Pulling back the tin foil and throwing it aside, she was wearing gloves and leaving no fingerprints.

Continue to climb forward with your bag on your back, pass a fork in the road, and look out from the side of the vent.

When a black man in a white lab coat passed by, her fingers tapped the steel plate and made the sound of a mouse walking by.

The young negro stepped back, pretending to tie his shoes, and a card fell right next to him.

Pick it up and stuff it into your pocket as if nothing happened, and after swiping the card, the red light turns green, and a heavy iron door is opened with all your might.

A security guard immediately asked, "Who are you?" ”

Augustine said: "Dr. Angelo, an expert in cultural relics identification from the United States, came with the escort car just now, I have seen it.

You're too nervous with him on the list, man. ”

Angelo scoffed: "Just discriminate against me because I'm black, right?"

I'll go to your supervisor to complain, forget it in the United States, I always thought ...... I always thought ...... I didn't expect the British to be like this! ”

The young security guards were all big, nodded and signaled that they could go in, and the crime of racial discrimination was provoked, and they were all in a commotion everywhere.

Angelo couldn't hold back a smile and looked up at Augustine, looking up at the busy group.

There were about 20 of them, all dressed in the same white hexagram as themselves.

As he passed by a man, he quickly reached out and stole his documents and hung them on his belt.

Looking around, the eyes are full of antiques, and the eyes are glowing.

At this time, an inspector sent by the insurance company shouted, "Stand! ”

Angelo's body stiffened, relaxed again, his face relaxed, and turned back to ask in a British accent, "What's wrong?" Mr? ”