"Um."

Zhang Hao followed Grandpa Zhao into the auction house.

Passing through a corridor, we came to a hall with an area of ​​four to five hundred square meters.

Rows of seats are neatly arranged in the hall.

On the innermost wall is an electronic screen eight meters long and four meters high.

Being in it, you can't help but feel like a movie theater.

But the atmosphere here is obviously more solemn than a movie theater.

The people participating in the auction can be described as all kinds of people.

An old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

A middle-aged man in a suit.

A young girl with extraordinary temperament.

These people exude a noble aura in every gesture.

At first glance, he looks like a member of the upper class.

However, just as Zhang Hao was looking around, a familiar voice came.

"Xiao Zhang, come here."

"Um?"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment.

Grandpa’s voice?

Xun Sheng looked around and saw Mr. Su sitting not far away, smiling and waving to this side.

Zhang Hao walked over and asked, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"That's true. Why can't I come? Your family owns an antique shop?"

"Forehead……"

Zhang Hao was speechless.

I found that since I got close to the old man, I gradually refreshed my understanding of him.

"hehe."

The old man smiled and said: "I am also an antique lover, they invited me here."

"By the way, Xiao Zhang, your prescription..."

Before he finished speaking, Grandpa Zhao came over.

He put his hand on his lips: "Shh, don't talk, the auction has started."

The old man glared at him angrily, then looked towards the stage.

Zhang Hao also looked over.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

I saw a man and two women walking on stage.

The two beauties were wearing white cheongsams, with curvy figures and black hair scattered around their waists.

pretty.

beautiful.

This is simply the most beautiful scenery in the whole place.

At this time, Grandpa Zhao noticed Zhang Hao's wonderful expression, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Zhang, do you know why I sell this antique?"

"Um?"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment.

"What antique?"

Grandpa Zhao frowned slightly: "Aren't you looking at our antiques?"

"Our antique?"

Zhang Hao was a little confused.

Then, his expression turned into surprise.

The two beauties came to the stage carrying an antique.

And that antique is the porcelain bottle worth 80 million.

"Grandpa Zhao, isn't that the treasure of our store? Why did you take it for auction?"

"Because with the money from the sale, we can buy higher-end antiques."

Zhang Hao was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you this, instead of going treasure hunting in the antique market, I will buy personal collections instead."

"Personal collectibles are worth more, but they also cost more."

"So I decided to buy this porcelain vase. Do you have any objections?"

"No."

Zhang Hao shook his head.

Even if there is, it's useless.

After all, the porcelain bottles were all put up for auction.

At this time, the man's voice sounded on the stage.

The man smiled and said: "Everyone, this is not the first time we have held an auction, so without further ado, the auction has officially begun!"

"This porcelain vase is a rare treasure from the Qianlong period."

"The starting price is 85 million, and each bid increase cannot be less than 1 million."

"The bidding begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately made a bid.

"Eighty-six million!"
Chapter completed!