Chapter 25: The Dumbfounded Su Yingxue
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she looked at these netizens' bids on the bullet screen. "Are you guys serious?"
Treasure Pavilion: 250 million
Young Master Qin: 300 million
Treasure Pavilion: Young Master Qin, are you serious? Do you really know anything about paintings?
Young Master Qin: Today is my grandfather's birthday and this is my gift for him.
Monk Tang Likes P&G Shampoo: I offer 400 million. Host, if you want to sell it, I'll pay whatever you ask.
Treasure Pavilion: Young masters, if you let me buy it, I'll give you guys a discount of 50% when you come to the Treasure Pavilion next time.
: Holy Shit, this guy sounds to be the master of Treasure Pavilion?
: That's right, it's him. No one but he dares to give such a big discount.
: Amazing. Even this big shot joined the bidding war.
: No Wonder he asked the host to give him the purchase priority before the Old Master Su began painting. He came prepared.
: The bidding price has reached 400 million. I don't quite understand antiques. Can anyone tell me whether this thing is worth it or not?
: It depends on your social status. If you are a loser, then this thing is of no use to you, because any choice you make is not important.
: If it was sold at this price, it would make a new record.
: I don't know about that, but I'm sure that it would be the most expensive straight line in the history.
: This is weird. The more I look at it, the more I feel drawn to it, but I don't have money.
: These guys are really rich, offering hundreds of millions for one painting.
: Right, right, right. I wonder if the National Hubby has earned 100 million or not.
Su Yingxue did not look at the great-grandfather's work for long. In her eyes, it was just a simple line. However, looking at the heated discussion in the live broadcast room and the high prices they offered, she wondered if the line was truly something extraordinary.
They offered more than 300 million yuan, as if money was nothing for them. Why didn't they just offer one billion yuan?
The only explanation was that these people were crazy or had a hidden agenda.
"Enough, enough. Are you nuts?" Su Yingxue put away the painting and said, "I seriously doubt the authenticity of your identity information. You're making fun of me."
Treasure Pavilion: I'm really the boss of Treasure Pavilion. You can call me right now. I sincerely offer to buy the painting. Host, can you be more careful with the painting? F*ck, don't be so rough with it. It's worth a few hundred million!
Young Master Qin: Xiaoxue, I'm not kidding you. Where are you? Give me your address and I'll go to your place and make the deal with you face to face. If I don't have enough cash, I guarantee that Qin family will back me up!
Monk Tang Likes P&G Shampoo: Host, I'm putting my cards on the table. I can give you a down payment now. Fifty million. If I regret it later, this money is yours!
Treasure Pavilion Antiques: I have cash. I offer 500 million and I'm open for negotiation if you think it's not enough.
Those who watched the bidding knew that once the work and today's event were publicized, more people would want it. After the real big shot collectors entered the fray, the price would be hyped up to a sky-high level!
To the Treasure Pavilion, the painting was truly worth 500 million yuan.
Moreover, he did not plan to sell it. He planned to keep it as a family heirloom.
This kind of mysterious work was much more valuable than the popular calligraphies and paintings on the market.
This painting was full of symbolic meaning and rich artistic conception, which made it more than a painting. It was more like a divine item with spirit
If he couldn't buy it here today, its price would far exceed 500 million.
From a commercial point of view, this investment was also very worthwhile. Many people would buy tickets to see the painting and the fees earned would be enough to cover the cost, not to mention its great value as a collection.
: Awesome! The Treasure Pavilion is truly rich.
: I'm so angry. The money can buy two top-quality houses in Jiangbei. Host, sell it. You'll be rich for the rest of your life.
: That's right, your great grandfather didn't lie to you. One character from him, oh, no, one drawing from him can sell for hundreds of millions of yuan.
: Looks like he really is the boss of the Treasure Pavilion. His grandson can't have so much cash. Oh, I run a casino in Australia. Old Man, can you pay the debt that your grandson owes to me?
: Bullshit. Now we have all kinds of people in this room.
Su Yingxue actually didn't know the value of the painting. She only thought that the people in the live broadcast room were teasing her, so she turned a deaf ear to their offers. She took out a roll of tape and proceeded to paste the paper on the wall.
The people in the live broadcast room almost had a heart attack.
: Holy shit, Host, what are you doing?
: You're not going to put it on the wall like a poster, are you?
: Awesome! Shouldn't you frame it? This is a 500-million-yuan masterpiece.
Treasure Pavilion: Oh My God, you're a prodigal. Host, calm down. The price is negotiable. Don't insult this piece of art. We can talk about it. Don't do it.
Young Master Qin: ???
Monk Tang Likes P&G Shampoo: ??
: I'm going to die of laughter. The host is being silly again.
: I don't know if she's being silly, but I'm absolutely certain that the boss of the Treasure Pavilion will die in the live broadcast room any moment.
Just as Su Yingxue was about to paste this piece of work onto the wall, Chen Hao, who had recovered from his shock, asked, "Little Sister, what are you doing?"
"I'm putting it on the wall. Or should I throw it away?" Su Yingxue said in confusion.
When Chen Hao saw that she wasn't joking, he was so scared that his heart almost jumped out his mouth. "Wait a minute."
: Hahaha, it's so fun to watch the live streamer scares Chen Hao silly.
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