City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 10

"Half an hour?"

Bai Hao rubbed his chin, the rules of this ghost market are really strange, this is the method used to hold the auction.

When people on the street saw the fireworks blooming in the sky, they immediately became agitated and rushed eastward in groups of twos and threes.

"Let's go, Brother Han, I'm really interested in this ghost market."

A blaze flashed in Bai Hao's eyes. The collections in the ghost market are mixed. Even if you have a good eye, you can't find any big bargains. If you want to get a big harvest, the auction is definitely the best choice.

"Success, brother, I am also looking forward to the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead!"

Bai Hao walked eastward behind Han Qingyun, and suddenly a sultry fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, making him sneeze.

I saw a figure not more than [-] centimeters away from Bai Hao, stretching out a white and slender hand with slender joints, like a work of art carved from white jade, it is breathtakingly beautiful.

The owner of those jade hands gently touched the man wearing a black ghost mask next to him, and a pair of small porcelain bottles from the Song Dynasty appeared in his hands. Then he disappeared into the crowd like a swimming fish, without the black ghost mask noticing it at all.

All of this was clearly seen by Bai Hao, who was next to him with his eyes!
"This hand, this leg, it's amazing..."

Bai Hao was amazed and couldn't help but turn his eyes to look at the thief who had gone away. It turned out that under the seemingly bloated black robe, there was a pair of long, white and straight legs hidden, and his figure was extremely hot.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Han Qingyun turned around and asked in doubt.

"Ah... no, I said this auction is really amazing, there are so many people here?"

Bai Hao changed the topic in embarrassment and touched his nose.

"That's terrible. With the appearance of the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead, the hidden masters from all sides can't sit still. Just wait and see, there will definitely be a sky-high price."

Han Qingyun was a little excited. He only heard the name of the legendary Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead, but he didn't see what it was.

Half an hour passed quickly, and two to three hundred people had gathered in the ancestral hall to the east of the ancient house. It was crowded, but although it was crowded, the boundary was clear, and there were vaguely four groups standing together.

As for other people who came later, they could only stand helplessly at the door and wait for the news.

Bai Hao's eyes stayed on the leader standing on the left side, the more he looked at his back, the more he looked like his own father.

"coming."

Han Qingyun whispered.

Bai Hao's thoughts were pulled back, and he looked up. Eighteen dazzling red lanterns were lit up on the high platform of the ancestral hall of the ancient house. The old house is illuminated, and the red light is reflected on the mask below, as if ghosts are walking in the night.

"Eighteen precious lamps means that there will be [-] collections in this auction. If you choose one, it will be regarded as a gift from me. Of course, I can't afford the nine-eyed dzi bead."

Han Qingyun explained to Bai Hao.

"It's not that favor, is it?"

Bai Hao chuckled, his abacus crackling.

"Of course not."

Han Qingyun laughed and shook his head.

"The first thing!"

A rickety figure standing on the stage beat the gongs and drums, and the hoarse voice spread throughout the ancestral hall.

Someone from the back of the ancestral hall brought up a sandalwood plate with a bright and generous fan unfolded on it.

"The starting price is 200, and each increase must not be less than [-]."

After the old man's voice fell, the scene fell into silence, and it took a while for someone to raise his hand to signal a price increase.

"Brother, can you see the origin of this fan?"

Han Qingyun laughed.

Bai Hao turned his Dharma Eyes and squinted his eyes to see that the fan was rich in style and made of special materials, unlike the ancient products of his country.

"Could it be one of the 22 juniper fans that Dongying paid tribute to the Song Dynasty?"

Bai Hao was also a little undecided.

"Awesome boy, you can see such an unpopular thing. Those who say you are trash are really blind."

Han Qingyun obviously didn't expect Bai Hao to be able to see the details of this thing. He also had a glimpse of it in a lost ancient book before, otherwise he knew little about it.

"Harm, it's just a fluke."

Bai Hao smiled embarrassedly.

While the two were talking, the fan was bought by someone at a price of 310 million. This item was unpopular, so the competition was not very fierce.

What follows is a revolving cycle of things, including blue and white flowers from the Yuan Dynasty, enamels from the Qing Dynasty court, and landscape calligraphy and paintings by Ming Dynasty literati. Each of them is a fine product and arouses the interest of many people present.

"300 million, is there a higher one?"

As one person raised his hand, a blue and white pot with cloud and dragon patterns was called for a high price of tens of millions, and the red Yaksha mask seemed to be a must for this item!
Bai Hao observed it for a long time, but he still didn't make a move. Although this thing is good, it seems to be a little defective, and it's not worth buying at a high price.

The high price also frightened many people away. After three beeps, the hammer fell, and Red Yasha took the photo with satisfaction, and left the venue immediately after delivery.

The next piece of collection that appeared was a cricket jar from the Qing Dynasty. The pattern decoration was simple and elegant, but the paint peeled off a bit. It seemed that it was caused by improper preservation.

Sure enough, as soon as this thing came out, the people below immediately scoffed.

"What kind of thing is this, and it can be put up for auction? Whoever buys it is a fool."

A faceless male mask next to Bai Hao sneered.

"That's right, how did this get mixed up with one of the eighteen treasures?"

Many people were dumbfounded, and no one was willing to bid.

"Silence! Starting at 30!"

The old man gave a deep drink and suppressed the noise of the scene. He seemed to be majestic and extraordinary, and the noise in the field immediately dissipated.

"Um?!"

Out of curiosity about this little rag, Bai Hao took a closer look, and actually saw a purple-golden light that had never appeared before on this extremely poor-looking cricket jar, which was extremely dignified!

baby!

"I don't know who will buy this kind of thing. The ghost market often withdraws some weird things. There are always people who want to pick up the leaks, but there are only a handful of people who pick them up."

Han Qingyun shook his head, this thing is too dilapidated, even if it used to be of extraordinary origin, it is now worthless for collection.

"Brother Han, I want it! I will definitely get it!"

Bai Hao's eyes were burning and he lowered his voice.

"What? You..."

Han Qingyun was stunned for a moment, but the firm look in Bai Hao's eyes made him hold back the rest of his words.

"Ok."

He raised his hand to raise the price.

"30 million once."

No one else bid except for Han Qingyun, but Han Qingyun also received a lot of sarcasm, as if mocking Han Qingyun for wanting to pick up the leak or want to go crazy.

"30 million second time!"

Bai Hao was cursing in his heart, wishing the old man would announce the result quickly.

"30 million third..."

"40 million!"

A cold voice sounded from the other side of the ancestral hall.

(End of this chapter)