There is a bird painted in that painting.

And it’s still a simple drawing.

How simple is it?

Everyone has seen Tang Bohu’s Qiuxiang.

There was a scene where Zhu Zhishan was asked to draw a picture of a proud phoenix, but what he drew was a picture of a chicken eating rice.

The bird in this painting is similar to the chicken painted by Zhu Zhishan, and even looks uglier.

Because this bird only has an outline and its eyes are big black dots, it feels like a silly bird.

Although there are several lines of vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the right side.

But as far as this bird is concerned, let alone 500 million, it is not worth even 5 yuan.

As he was thinking, Grandpa Zhao's voice of admiration sounded.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ This painting is really a masterpiece. It's a pity that it is sold on behalf of others. It can earn a few million at most."

Zhang Hao sneered: "Tsk~ This is also called a fine product? All my paintings are better than this."

"A broken bird sells for 500 million. Needless to say, it must be speculation."

Grandpa Zhao stared: "Broken bird?"

"This is the work of Master Qi Baishi. You don't even know about him, do you?"

Zhang Hao: "Of course I know. I learned it in the Chinese textbook when I was in elementary school."

"But no matter how famous he is, this bird picture is not worth 500 million."

Grandpa Zhao: "In your eyes, it's not worth it, but in the eyes of our experts, it's worth the price."

"Although this bird is rather unusual, those few lines of calligraphy are the finishing touch and the value."

“Last year this bird painting was sold for a whopping 420 million, and now it’s even more valuable.”

"As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting vary from person to person. Qi Baishi's fame is definitely worth 500 million."

"And several of his masterpieces are priced in the hundreds of millions, especially the Twelve Screens of Landscapes, which have been sold for as high as one billion."

Zhang Hao was extremely shocked after hearing this.

I didn’t expect Qi Baishi’s paintings to be so valuable.

He is worthy of being a master of Chinese painting, amazing!

"Okay, I'm superficial."

"Since this painting is worth 500 million, why do you say you can only earn a few million? Aren't you taking a commission of 10% of the transaction price?"

Grandpa Zhao explained: "According to relevant legal provisions, the higher the price, the lower the commission."

"As long as the price exceeds 100 million, a commission of up to 0.5% will be charged."

"Oh~"

Zhang Hao nodded in understanding.

In this case, of course, the higher the transaction price, the better.

This way you can earn a little more.

While I was thinking, I heard the guests starting to bid.

"Five hundred and ten million."

"Five hundred and twenty million."

"Five hundred and thirty million."

…

The competition among the guests is very fierce.

After a while, the price was raised to 650 million.

And as the price increases, the number of bidders gradually decreases.

But at this moment, someone shouted loudly: "Seven billion!"

Upon hearing this price, the whole audience was in an uproar.

When everyone followed the sound, they found that it was No. 88 who had increased the price again.

"Damn it, who is this guy? He's so rich."

"I don't know him, maybe he's a rich man."

"I know everyone in the circle, but I have never met him."

"Whoever I love, I won't add it anyway."

Seeing that no one was raising the price, the auctioneer smiled and asked:

"88 guests bid 700 million, will anyone increase the price?"

"If not, I will start counting down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a weak voice sounded.

"Seven hundred and one million~"

Everyone was shocked again.

But they didn't even need to look to hear the voice of No. 69.

And no one dared to laugh this time.

After all, being able to bid 700 million is still very financially powerful.

However, when Grandpa Zhao heard that Da Zhuang had increased the price, his face turned pale with fright.

"Damn it, this kid is stupid, it's not our antique, what price are you asking for it!"

Zhang Hao couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you ask him to raise the price?"

Grandpa Zhao frowned: "Yes, but this painting is not ours, it is sold on behalf of others."

"If no one raises the price, we will have to pay."

Zhang Hao suddenly looked horrified: "Damn it, tell him quickly and don't let him increase the price."

Grandpa Zhao said helplessly: "Sigh~ It's too late."

"Da Zhuang has already increased the price, so you can't just keep your word."

Zhang Hao quickly asked: "Is this painting worth 700 million?"

Grandpa Zhao frowned and shook his head: "It's not worth it at the moment. It's worth 680 million at most."

Zhang Hao's heart suddenly dropped when he heard this.

"Damn it, isn't this a bad thing? Why didn't you explain it clearly to him in advance?"

Grandpa Zhao said extremely depressed: "I didn't expect him to be so stupid."

Just as he was talking, the voice of No. 88 sounded again.

"Seven hundred and ten million!"

Grandpa Zhao couldn't help but be startled, and then laughed.

"Oh my god, you scared me to death."

"Fortunately, the price has been increased again on No. 88, otherwise I would have lost my money."

Zhang Hao immediately reminded: "Then you also need to tell Da Zhuang, in case he..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Da Zhuang shout: "Seven hundred and eleven million!"

Zhang Hao & Grandpa Zhao Σ(??д??llll): “Fuck!”

Before the two of them came to their senses.

No. 88: "Seven hundred and twenty million!"

Immediately, Grandpa Zhao quickly took out his mobile phone and called Da Zhuang.

At this time, Da Zhuang was about to increase the price when he suddenly felt his phone vibrating.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Grandpa Zhao. After answering it, he asked in a low voice: "Hello? What's wrong, Grandpa Zhao?"

Grandpa Zhao said angrily: "Grass mud horse, don't increase the price!"

Da Zhuang: "Fuck you... uh~ didn't you ask me to increase the price?"

Grandpa Zhao angrily scolded: "Are you stupid? This painting is not ours. You paid for it."

Da Zhuang: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I don't have any money."

Grandpa Zhao: "It's not too late now, don't Jiba increase the price."
To be continued...