Twenty thousand taels?

Although Hu Yingjia and others knew the value contained in Lin Junran's works, they were also secretly dumbfounded when they saw that they reached this point in an instant.

Wang Bai also savored the wisdom contained in Lin Qiran's second half of the poem, but seeing these people spend a lot of money in this way, it was beyond his imagination.

"Twenty-five thousand taels!"

It was at this moment that a voice suddenly rang from the second floor and said.

Everyone looked for their reputation, but saw an old man in a Confucian shirt holding a sign, Cao Yunpeng, the head of the Cao family, who is already a prominent family in the capital.

The Cao family can be traced back to Cao Yong, a minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, and has been rooted in the capital. His ancestor Cao Nai was the top scholar in the eighth year of Xuande and became the chief minister of the dynasty. He can be said to be a family with a very strong foundation.

I was also invited tonight and just took a photo of a few good objects. Now that I realized the value of Lin Shiran's works, I decided to participate in the auction.

"Thirty thousand taels!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shouren, the head of the Zhang family who had never dealt with the Cao family, immediately raised the sign and called for the price.

As Zhang Shouzhi became the left minister of the Ministry of Works, the emerging landlords represented by the Zhang family suffered friction with the old landlords represented by the Cao family, and now they revealed a trace of gunpowder.

"Thirty-five thousand taels!"

Cao Yunpeng didn't blink his eyelids and immediately asked for a price.

"Forty thousand taels!"

Zhang Shouren's heart was just right and he raised the sign to be honest.

The reason why he wanted to bid for Lin Junran's works was to expand his fame and connections, and to compete with Cao Yunpeng here.

"Forty-five thousand taels!"

As an old family in the capital, Cao Yunpeng's foundation does not allow Zhang Shouren to provoke him. He then picked up the teacup and continued to bid for authenticity.

this……

When everyone saw this scene, they directly added five thousand taels every time they called, but they couldn't help but admire the financial resources of these two people. They really deserve to be a famous family in the capital.

"Fifty thousand taels!"

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, but they couldn't help but take a breath. The person who suddenly inserted into the bidding was British Duke Zhang Rong.

The British Duke's lineage originated from Zhang Yu, a famous general who followed Zhu Di's Jingnan. In the Battle of Dongchang, Zhu Di was ambushed. Zhu Neng was responsible for saving Zhu Di, and Zhang Yu was responsible for leading the enemy and was killed.

After Zhu Di ascended the throne, he called Zhang Yu the most meritorious official of the Jingnan Dynasty. He was posthumously named Duke Rong, King of Hejian, and Zhang Yu's eldest son Zhang Fu was first granted Xin Anbo and Marquis of Xincheng. Later, during the Annan rebellion, Zhang Fu was then appointed Duke of England, and was hereditary.

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The current British Duke is Zhang Rong, who is in charge of the Left Army Governor's Office and has the title of Prince Taibao. However, he did not inherit the military talents of his ancestors. He was impeached by Ouyang Yijin earlier.

However, as the Duke's Mansion, which has been entrenched in the capital for more than 100 years, has an unparalleled influence, and the identity of Duke of England can also shock many people.

When Cao Yunpeng and Zhang Shouren saw Duke Rong coming out to bid, they couldn't help but frown slightly. Although they were fighting for financial resources, if they fought with Duke England again, it would be no simpler to compete for financial resources.

"Why do you think this is the case?"

After seeing that the two people in the capital stood up, Xu Fan actually even participated in the auction, and muttered even more confusedly.

Zhang Rong is an old man about fifty years old. His skin looks fair and not like a general who can fight, but more like a scholar who is well-read about poetry and books.

After all, he was born as a martial artist. He stood up and bowed directly: "Everyone, I, Zhang Rong, are bound to win this work, please fight with me!"

This is very polite, but it undoubtedly shows a bit of threat.

Of course, the auction price has reached 50,000 taels, and most of the people present have no power to compete.

Cao Yunpeng and Zhang Shouren looked at each other, but they didn't know whether they saw that the other party did not bid or were afraid of the power of the British Duke, and they also chose to remain silent.

Yang Futian frowned slightly, just because he wanted to stand up and denounce the British Duke's behavior of overwhelming people with power, and also wanted Lin Shiran's works to be sold at a higher price.

"Georgist Lin's original intention was to raise enough military funds. Now that the quota has been reached, he probably wouldn't want this matter to be too high-profile!" Wang Bai saw through Yang Futian's thoughts and immediately reminded him.

Yang Futian thought about it again and knew that this was indeed the case, so he sat back on his butt that had just fallen off the chair board.

However, this incident also exposed a disadvantage of the auction. If a person with status and power comes out to bid, it is often impossible to raise too high prices.

Perhaps it is precisely for this reason that although China has already had an auction form - "clothing auction", there has been no formal auction houses.

"Fifty thousand taels, once!"

"Fifty thousand taels, twice!"

"Fifty thousand taels, three times, the deal!"

...

As the woman in purple rings the gong, Lin Weiran's works are sold at a sky-high price of 50,000 taels, setting a rare transaction price for calligraphy and painting.

British Duke Zhang Rong couldn't help but feel happy. When the gong sounded, he walked downstairs happily on his face and came directly to this big red stage.

The guests present couldn't help but feel envy and jealousy in their hearts when they saw the British Duke.

British Duke Zhang Rong hasn't experienced the feeling of being highly watched here for a long time. He walked to the woman in purple and looked arrogant and said: "I am British Duke Zhang Rong, I have just asked someone to go back and get the silver immediately. You won't be able to connect with me.

The reputation of the British Duke cannot be trusted, right?"

"How dare you? But the silver was not handed over to our joint auction house, but to the Ministry of Revenue!" The woman in purple looked up at Yang Futian upstairs, and then responded seriously.

"Duke of England, you can't hide your own private matters. Which sentence is the next verse?"

"Yes! A gentleman should share it together. Which sentence is the next verse?"

"Zhang Rong, come on, otherwise I will definitely not spare you!"

...

When they saw Zhang Rong walking towards the calligraphy and painting, everyone asked about the words and sentences afterwards, and some even threatened them directly.

British Duke Zhang Rong suppressed the urge to open it, and carefully put away the work, and then said with a bit of cunning expression on his face: "The beginning of next year will be my mother's 70th birthday. If you are willing to come here, I will definitely

I will share the reward with you!”

mean!

Shameless!

Liar's actions!

...

Everyone thought Zhang Rong would publish the complete words, but when he heard him say this, they started to curse.

This British man spent only 50,000 taels to gain fame and also created momentum for his mother's birthday party. Not to mention a mere 50,000 taels, I'm afraid that 100,000 taels will be worth it.

Although everyone kept calling the British husband stingy and shameless, they thought that they spent 50,000 taels to shoot the work, so they were not obliged to make it public at this moment.

"Give up, say goodbye!"

The British Duke was also like he picked up a treasure, as if only he knew the secret in the whole world. He immediately hurriedly said goodbye with the calligraphy and painting.

With the last lot being sold at a sky-high price of 50,000 taels, the charity auction also ended successfully, and the funds raised have exceeded 200,000 taels.

As many people guessed in advance, the biggest source of income was not the heavy gifts of some officials, but the valuable calligraphy and paintings, and even the unique works of Lin Qingran.

The guests in front also left one after another, but there were too many topics about this charity auction. Especially Lin Qingran's unique approach, everyone also talked about it.

After this charity auction, everyone has a deeper understanding of the wisdom of this Master Lin, and it is more true that Master Lin is the most suitable Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and even the most suitable prime minister.

Especially this time, when the chief assistant of the dynasty Xu Jie suddenly tried to please the emperor to repair the palace, this old master Lin came up with a way to solve the military salary problem in Datong.

That night, snowflakes floated in the capital and the weather became colder and colder.
Chapter completed!