Chapter 132 Auction

After dinner, Wang Ziming drove Wu Fan away. Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.

"Jiahua Auction House"

Wu Fan looked at the sign hanging on the gate of the building in front of him, slightly stunned.

Wu Fan had only seen auction houses on TV before, and had never come into contact with them in real life.

"Have you been here before?" Wang Ziming asked as he led Wu Fan inside.

Wu Fan shook his head, "Never."

"There happens to be a small auction here today. I'll take you to see it." Wang Ziming said.

"Mr. Wang, you're here? Please come in." Not long after the two entered, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greeted them.

Wang Ziming nodded, pointed to Wu Fan next to him, and said, "This is Wu Fan, my friend. I brought him here to play. Wu Fan, this is Manager Cao Yun."

"Mr. Wu, hello, welcome to Jiahua Auction House. I hope you have a good time tonight." Cao Yun said politely.

Wu Fan, who can be Wang Ziming's friend, obviously has a high status. Cao Yun and his colleagues are supposed to deal with rich and powerful people, so they should be polite at this time.

"Hello." Wu Fan shook hands with the other party.

Sure enough, the circle is very important.

If Wu Fan came alone, the other party would not be so polite, and he probably wouldn't even see him.

"Please come in, both of you." Manager Cao said to Wang Ziming and Wu Fan.

There is a small auction tonight, and there are many rich young men like Wang Ziming among the people who come, so Cao Yun has to welcome guests here.

Wang Ziming took Wu Fan inside. He was very familiar with this place, and it was obviously not his first time here.

"If you see something you like, take a picture of it later, and I'll pay for it. It's my gift to you." Wang Ziming said to Wu Fan.

Although Wu Fan seems to be very ordinary at present, Wang Ziming has already seen the extraordinaryness of Wu Fan. He thinks that Wu Fan's future achievements will definitely not be low, so at this time, he naturally doesn't mind making some investments in Wu Fan.

This is also one of the reasons why Wang Ziming has a good reputation in the circle of rich young men in Jiangzhou, because he knows how to behave and has vision.

"I came here today just to see the world with Wang Shao." Wu Fan said with a smile.

"If you are interested, you can come often in the future. Cao Yun will never neglect you." Wang Ziming said, which is also the reason why he solemnly introduced Wu Fan to Cao Yun before.

"Yeah." Wu Fan nodded.

In fact, Wu Fan was not very interested in this kind of place. The reason he came today was just Wang Ziming's invitation and curiosity.

The two soon came to a hall. In this hall, there was a stage in the front and rows of chairs below, which looked like a school auditorium.

At this time, some people were already sitting on these chairs. These people were communicating in groups of three or two, and they were very polite to each other. Wu Fan knew from their clothes and temperament that these people were all rich people.

Perhaps, he was the poorest person at the scene.

Wang Ziming took Wu Fan to find a place to sit down. Along the way, some people took the initiative to greet Wang Ziming. Obviously, Wang Ziming was still very famous among these people. As for Wu Fan next to Wang Ziming, the crowd was not so enthusiastic. Many people thought that Wu Fan was Wang Ziming's follower.

Wu Fan didn't care about this. He was just here to watch the fun.

As time went by, more and more people came into the hall. When the number of people reached fifty or sixty, the door of the hall was closed, and a host came to the center of the stage.

"Welcome everyone to Jiahua Auction House tonight. I wish all the young masters and bosses can buy what they like." After a few polite words, the host went straight to the point: "Everyone should know that there is a small auction here tonight. Although the scale is not very large, there are many good things. Everyone should act in time after seeing it. If it is snatched away by others, there will be no second one."

The people below just smiled. They were all familiar with auctions. It was not the first time they participated in it. Naturally, they knew the intention of the host's words.

"Okay, I believe you can't wait and don't want to listen to my nonsense. Then, I declare that the auction tonight officially begins." The host said loudly: "Please invite the first auction item."

Wu Fan looked at all this curiously. For him who was attending the auction for the first time, everything was so novel.

Soon, a lady of etiquette with exquisite looks and perfect figure came up with a sweet smile on her face, holding a wooden box.

After putting down the wooden box, the host carefully took out the things in it, put them on the exhibition stand, and said to everyone: "Today's first auction item is the inkstone used by Li Yuanfa, the second place in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. It is said that this inkstone was used by Li Yuanfa during his ten years of hard study. After he became the second place in the imperial examination, this inkstone has always been with him. Even if he later became a third-rank official, this inkstone has never been discarded. It is very valuable for collection. As the first auction item today, the reserve price is 100,000, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000."

A broken inkstone costs 100,000, and this is still the reserve price?

Wu Fan looked at the inkstone in the hands of the host, who was also the auctioneer tonight, speechlessly. He really couldn't accept such a price.

To him, ten yuan for this inkstone was not bad, but one hundred thousand yuan was a lot of money.

However, the people below did not think the same as him. After the auctioneer finished speaking, someone bid, and there was more than one person bidding. The price went up all the way and soon reached 300,000.

Crazy, really crazy.

Wu Fan looked at the people around him and felt that he really couldn't understand their thoughts. If it were him, he would never offer such a price.

"How about it? Are you interested?" Wang Ziming asked Wu Fan in a low voice.

"No." Wu Fan shook his head and said, "It's just a broken inkstone, not worth it."

"Broken inkstone?" Wang Ziming was slightly stunned, then laughed: "Antique collection is like this. In the eyes of people who like it, an antique may be worth a fortune, but in the eyes of people who don't like it, even ten yuan may be too expensive."

Wu Fan looked at a middle-aged man not far away who bought the inkstone for 320,000 yuan, and said with emotion: "Antique collection is really crazy."

That's right. In Wu Fan's eyes, the inkstone was worth at most ten yuan, but it was finally sold for 320,000 yuan, and the buyer was still happy, as if he had gotten a great bargain. While Wu Fan was impressed by the other party's wealth, he also realized the madness of antique collection.