Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 620 Auction 2
Ling Yun frowned and shook his head. He didn't know much about auctions. Like Fatty, it was his first time here.

They didn't know, but the foreigners in the audience seemed to be very interested.

"Everyone, this is the tea produced by the mother tree of Huaxia Dahongpao. This mother tree only picks 24 catties of tea every year. Last year, Huaxia announced that the mother tree has entered a period of stop harvesting. That is to say, every sip of tea from the mother tree will be less. This auction It’s only 188 grams, and the starting price is 100 million!!!”

Although Ling Yun doesn't know much about tea, he also knows about the mother tree, Dahongpao. When it stopped picking last year, it seemed to have been on Douyin's hot search, causing a lot of buzz.

But the price...

To be honest, even though he was rich, he was not willing to let him drink such expensive tea.

What's more, the main purpose of coming this time is to find the mysterious person who gave them the invitation, so his mind is not on tea.

On the contrary, Fatty was very interested. As soon as the auctioneer opened his mouth, he raised the roast goose and shouted.

"200 million, give it to me!!!"

At this price, the people in the lobby were shocked again.

Of course, what's more, this group of so-called celebrities from all over the world cast disdainful and disgusting glances at Fatty.

"I'll pay 300 million!"

Off the court, a young man in a black suit looked at the fat man with a gloomy expression, his face full of indifference.

"If someone who doesn't understand the tea ceremony buys it, it will be a disgrace to it!"

The fat man stared and laughed.

"Hey, I just want to humiliate him, I'll pay you 400 million!"

"500 million!"

"I am 600 million!"

……

In the past, the fat man would never be so arrogant, but now it is different, his wealth is so rich that he can wash his feet with the mother tree Dahongpao, let alone 600 million, even 600 billion is just a fraction of the card.

However, the man with the mustache who was asking for the price didn't seem to be planning to give up. The two kept shouting like this, and quickly called 188 million for the 3200-gram mother tree Dahongpao.

Ling Yun frowned and patted Fatty, indicating that it was almost done.

The fat man immediately called out the sky-high price.

"5000 million! If you have the guts, keep calling!!!"

"I am 6000 million!"

The mustache was so angry that his veins burst out. He stared at the fat man, but unexpectedly, the fat man shrugged indifferently.

"Okay, you have the guts."

Seeing Fatty's expression and listening to Fatty's tone, the mustache was immediately bewildered.

He never thought that there are people in the world who can stretch and control their temper so freely?
What the hell, he was shouting at himself just now, how could he be so easily persuaded?

But it was just a momentary thought, and soon he became excited again. Although he paid a high price, he defeated the opponent in terms of momentum after all.

"Congratulations to Mr. Japan Tianhe Ichiro."

The other party paid the money and took the tea and went down happily, Ling Yun sighed and shook his head.

"Hey, what the hell is a stick? Even if the mother tree of Dahongpao stopped harvesting, the tea would cost more than 200 million yuan at most, and it cost more than 6000 million yuan. How could you be so happy?"

"Hey, who is this kid? 6000 million eyes without blinking? He looks very rich."

Fatty asked in a low voice, Ling Yun smiled.

"Those who can receive invitations from Sotheby's must be either rich or expensive, but..."

He looked at the mustache.

"But... this person is called Tianhe Ichiro, I remember the Japanese royal family..."

They were talking, and the auctioneer had already started introducing the second lot.

"The following is the second collection. The second collection is the work notes drafted by Darcy himself. This notebook is a huge treasure for the world..."

The following collections really opened Ling Yun and Fatty's eyes. They had accepted Chinese culture since they were young, and they always thought that the items auctioned in this auction must be antiques and cultural relics, and at worst they had to be calligraphy and paintings of famous people.

But I really didn't expect that in addition to the serious tea, the pictures here are either the pipes used by the boss of some country, or the gold coins found by some expedition team in the depths of the ocean.

In short, it has nothing to do with the auction in Fatty Lingyun's mind.

The most important thing was that, seeing that the auction was coming to an end, the two of them still hadn't found the person who invited them here, or in other words, what would they do after they came here.

Just when he was puzzled, he became impatient when he heard a high-nosed eagle countryman off the field.

"Hurry up and take out the Haotian tripod, who has the time to listen to your ink marks?"

This remark aroused the unanimous approval of other people, and countless people immediately echoed it.

"That's right, everyone is very busy, let's get to the point quickly."

"It is said that they are here to auction the Haotian Ding, hurry up."

"That's right, quickly take out the Haotian Ding, don't waste everyone's time, everyone is very busy."

……

"Haotian cauldron?"

Hearing this, Ling Yun regained his spirit immediately,
Ding, this is a unique thing in China, he thought to himself, could it be that this group of people came here to participate in the auction just for the so-called Haotian Ding?
Then the person who gave me the invitation letter, is it also intended to let me take this Haotian tripod?
For the Chinese, Chinese cultural relics are the pride and pride of all Chinese, but they are also the shame and sorrow of all Chinese.

According to the statistics of UNESCO, about 164 million pieces of Chinese cultural relics have been lost abroad, scattered in 47 museums around the world, and the collections of overseas folks are 10 times that of these museums.

In other words, there are at least 1600 million pieces of cultural relics that are currently exiled abroad. This number has already exceeded the total number of cultural relics in all museums in China.

The history of the collection of Chinese cultural relics in the British Museum can be traced back to the period when the museum was built in 1753. Currently, there are more than 2.3 Chinese cultural relics in its collection.

There are collections ranging from ancient stone tools, Shang and Zhou bronzes, Wei and Jin stone Buddhist scriptures, Tang and Song calligraphy and paintings, to Ming and Qing porcelains.

Since the founding of the Great China, the country has started a difficult process of treasure hunting. It has become the responsibility and mission of all Chinese people to bring cultural relics home.

Regarding this point, although Ling Yun and Fatty didn't know much about it, as Chinese people, they knew about it since they were young.

For example, when he was a student, he had studied the text "Mogao Grottoes".

The Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang are full of spirits.
I can't describe his brilliant starlight with the words of Ci Hai.
I would not come near your wind-moving walls,

I'm afraid that the turbid air I exhale will pollute your clothes and dance clothes.
I lament and admire,

A master who integrates art into every inch of the wall,

A master who puts soul into art,

Dunhuang has been handed down from generation to generation, and their achievements will last forever.
The long and sad history, the pain to the bone marrow,

Art that was plundered and destroyed by robbers, blood is flowing.
The treasure that wanders in the robber's museum,

All imprinted with the long history of Chinese thought,
If I can, I would like to travel to the former Dunhuang!

Standing on Mingsha Mountain, holding a knife and gun,
All plunder, I am willing to block with my body.
……

This poem is filled with resentment and helplessness, sadness and tears of Chinese people between the lines.

Including Ling Yun.

(End of this chapter)