Chapter 118: The rush for cultural relics was crazy. Earnings: 15.5 billion.

Matthew is a middle-aged foreigner wearing a blue suit, with a brown mustache and blue eyes.

He glanced at Wang Chen, smiled, walked up and said, "Many artifacts from the Warring States period have been auctioned at our Sotheby's auction house. How about I tell you a rough number and then everyone can bid?"

Done.

He looked at Wang Chen.

Of course Wang Chen had no objection and nodded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's a good idea. Then let this gentleman preside over it."

"I hope you can be fair."

"Don't worry, Sotheby's is famous for its fairness. You get what you pay for. We never overstate our prices or sell at a low price."

He raised his chin towards the two people in the crowd and said, "Mr. Yue, Mr. Jack, why don't you come over too?"

The two people are the regional heads of Poly and China Council Auction House.

They all heard the news and rushed here by plane.

I had been wanting to speak up just now, but there were too many big guys present and it was difficult to speak carelessly.

The two nodded and introduced themselves.

Jack suggested, "We can take these four auction items one by one."

"Let's auction the Chunjun Sword first. Two years ago, we at Poly auctioned a famous sword from the Warring States Period called Zhanlu, and the final transaction price was 305 million."

"What do you think?"

Matthew and Mr. Yue nodded, "This price is fine, you can also check the records, it's this price."

Netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"What, how much did he say, three hundred million?"

"I heard from Lao Wang that it was not one hundred million, how come it tripled!"

"That's Lao Wang's conservative price, the bottom price. Do you really think this thing is only worth 100 million?"

"Damn, I'm so jealous. Four of them, how much would they sell for?"

"With so many big guys present, the price can't be much lower."

Mr. Yue said, "If everyone has no objection, then the starting price will be 150 million. The collection value of Chunjun is a little higher than that of Zhanlu, and it is 20 million more than last time. It is reasonable. Is that okay?"

Liu Jin immediately said: "I'll pay 200 million!!"

Everyone: "??"

If looks could kill, Liu Jin would be riddled with holes by now.

Sun Youwei gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay 210 million!"

As a national figure, as soon as he opened his mouth, other museum directors and cultural relics institutions in various places did not bid.

The representative who came over shouted: "Two hundred and twenty million!"

Director Huang of Zhengyang City swallowed.

He was just here to watch the fun. No one in the city had the money to buy such a precious national treasure.

"Two hundred and forty million!!"

The director of the Magic City Museum seized the opportunity to speak.

Wang Chen sat next to the cultural relics and glanced around, noting that many people in the crowd were holding mobile phones with antennas and covering their mouths to make calls.

Because he often eats [dark bitter chocolate], he has special hearing.

Understood the content.

These people were reporting the bidding situation to the other end of the phone and asking the bidders whether they wanted to bid.

"It seems that there are people behind these people..."

Wang Chen shook his head and laughed.

The bidding was fierce.

Each bid increased by at least 10 million.

After a while.

The representative of Hangzhou's cultural relics community announced the final price, 380 million, and won the Chunjun.

"Three hundred and eighty million!!!"

"Lao Wang is so happy. I have so much money and I don't know how to spend it!"

"It's over, it's over. Lao Wang has made a fortune. He will definitely go to a foot massage parlor every day and will definitely not broadcast live anymore!"

"Fuck! Now that you put it that way, it's true! If I had so much money and ten girlfriends a day, who would bother to work so hard to dig for treasure?"

Netizens began to worry.

Lao Wang is now financially independent, so he won’t stop live streaming in the future.

What are they looking at then!?

Next.

Three national treasures entered the auction stage one after another.

The bidding was unimaginably fierce.

The bigwigs from all sides argued fiercely. What shocked Wang Chen was that a collector worth tens of billions of yuan from a provincial capital got into a fight with the director of cultural relics in Shenzhen because he was repeatedly underbid, and they rolled on the ground hugging each other.

Nine p.m.

There were a few more fights in the middle, and Wang Chen laughed in his heart while watching them.

This group of people is really interesting.

All the artifacts in the ancient tomb have been sold out.

Chunjun Sword: 3.9 million. Sold by Hangcheng.

Shi Bocong: 1.8 million. Sold by the director of Shanghai Museum.

Gaozu Jade Cup: 4.3 million, won by Beijing representative Sun Youwei.

Du Hu Fu: Liu Jinhao bought it for 4 million.

The rest include bronze tripods, chime bells, bronze swords, treasure chests, and some other scattered cultural relics.

All of them were bought by museums, cultural relics research institutions, personal collectors, and corporate representatives from all over the country.

All items are delivered upon payment.

The buyer could hardly hide his excitement after receiving the cultural relics. He quickly packed them up tightly and posted a Weibo to show off.

Wang Chen added Mr. Yue, Matthew and Jack on WeChat.

Today, these three people helped him for free, so he owed them a small favor.

Next time he digs up something, he can contact these people to help him auction it.

"Mr. Wang, let's go back first and look forward to our next cooperation."

"Keep in touch when you have time. If you come to Xianggang, come to Fugui Street and I'll treat you to tea."

"Goodbye Mr. Wang."

The three of them were in a good mood.

Today’s harvest was huge.

Although I didn't make any profit, I got in touch with Wang Chen.

Wang Chen returned to the main tomb chamber.

A group of experts were studying the bronze coffin on the lower level.

The sarcophagus above had been opened, and as Wang Chen had expected, it was empty.

The sarcophagus was bought back by an exhibition organization in a small city for 600,000 yuan, and Wang Chen didn't take it seriously.

"Director Su, what are written on these bamboo slips, and how much can they be sold for?"

A collector has set his eyes on that box of bamboo slips.

Su Longfan was not very happy: "They are all some military strategies. This kind of thing is not a unique copy, it is copied, but it is still valuable. One bamboo slip can be sold for 50,000 or 60,000."

"I counted them and there are more than 140 bamboo slips inside."

He finished.

A group of collectors turned around and ran to Wang Chen.

"Mr. Lao Wang, can you sell me this box of bamboo slips for 10 million?"

When Ren Fei heard the voice, he hurried over with his assistant. He didn't care about anything and said directly: "Mr. Wang, I'll give you 11 million!"

collector:"???"

Curator Huang was also in the crowd. He smiled bitterly and said, "Xiao Chen, can you leave me five volumes? I want to take them back and put them on display in the museum."

As soon as he spoke.

The eyes of the other small museum directors who had just come down to eat leftovers lit up.

"Old Wang, we in Luocheng need ten volumes."

"I'll pay 600,000 for twelve volumes!"

"I'll come to Mr. Wang for Volume 15!"

"On behalf of the Beijing Museum, I am purchasing fifty volumes!"...

The scene turned into a vegetable market.

Wang Chen’s head is always big.

He waved his hand and said, "You guys can split it among yourselves. I don't care. Come to me to pay after you're done."

"Director Huang, please come with me."

Wang Chen called Director Huang aside.

"What's the matter, Xiaochen?"

Director Huang looked at the collector who was snatching the bamboo slips behind him and felt anxious.

I came all the way here, and had to rely on Wang Chen's relationship. It would be hard to explain if I couldn't bring anything back.

Wang Chen smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Don't fight with them."

He pointed to the bronze pavilion below and said, "Take this bronze pavilion back with you, and the epitaph as well, and bring it to our city museum for exhibition."

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