Chapter 11 Mistaken Wishful Thinking

Song Yun spent the next half month in the library with peace of mind. He didn't run around, and he didn't think about picking up leaks. Tang Miaomiao was right. The golden age of antique collections was long ago. In the past, it was not easy to make a fortune by picking up leaks, and the path of appraisal was the safest.

More than three million is a huge sum of money, and he would definitely be very satisfied before changing it. Song Yun must feel that it is enough to make so much money in this life, but after having this money, his ambitions began to grow slowly. , since he can earn more than 3 million, why can't he earn more than 30 million, in order to do this, in order to one day earn more than 30 million or even more, he is like a sponge madly absorbing all kinds of Such knowledge related to antique collection.

early morning.

The breeze is coming, and it is very comfortable to blow on people.

Song Yun had just finished breakfast and didn't go to the library. He had already read almost all the materials he should have read. The rest was a long stream of water. He insisted on studying all the year round. Very simple, one is to see what an auction in the antique collection industry is all about, and the other is to pick up leaks.

"what!"

"Maybe I can pick up one today!"

Song Yun thought happily as he got on the bus, shook for an hour, and arrived at the Ning City Auction Center. He had signed up for today's auction three days ago. He found the auction room on the second floor, and registered and verified his identity information. Then got a sign.

Song Yun felt that he was already early enough. He stepped on the door and came here. What he didn't expect was that there were still many people who came earlier, and there were still many people. Seeing that more than fifty people were released in the small auction hall, he endured. I couldn't help shaking my head. In all likelihood, today's auction will be a little intense, but I didn't pay much attention to it. It was the first time I participated in the auction, although I accumulated experience and knowledge, I didn't think about auctioning anything.

Today's auction is a small auction, there are not many auction items, there are only 20 items in total, and it is not a special auction, there is a little bit of everything in porcelain, calligraphy, painting, and bronze. Those interested in participating in the auction can get started.

Song Yun naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity, and followed the crowd while watching.

"It seems that the auction items are also fake."

After Song Yun read a few pieces, he gently shook his head. In the impression of ordinary people, the auctions are all real things. However, I just saw a piece of porcelain, another bronze ware, and a Buddha statue, all of which are pitch-black and have no light.

Song Yun looked at a few more antiques, but none of them could shine.

"what?!"

"Have it!"

Song Yun continued to walk forward and found three antiques that could emit light.

Song Yun picked up each piece and gently rubbed it a few times while watching it. He didn't miss it. It was indeed true. However, the intensity of the light emitted was average. The chicken pot cup that just leaked was not a little bit worse.

"It seems that the price should be around five or sixty thousand."

Song Yun quickly estimated the prices of the three antiques in front of him.

"We'll see the situation in a moment and take it if it's appropriate."

Song Yun thought about it for a while and decided to auction off the three items if the price of these three items was not too high.

Song Yun was excited and looked forward to the auction soon.

After the auctioneer takes the stage, he will start the auction without any extra words, and one after another will be delivered, and then he will start bidding.

"Golden Solanum vulgaris mouth plate made in the year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty."

"The azure glaze Fushou pen washer made in the Qianlong year of the Qing Dynasty."

"A pair of pastel flower-patterned bowls made in the Guangxu year of the Qing Dynasty."

"Cowpea Red Horseshoe Zun made in Kangxi Year of Qing Dynasty."

Song Yun soon found out that he was definitely not the only one who had eyesight. Those auction items that did not shine were basically not bid, and obviously they knew that it was not a good thing, because there were very few people bidding, and the auction items were unsold. A lot, and the process is very fast.

"A pair of blue-and-white lotus-patterned slag buckets made in the Tongzhi year."

Song Yun's spirit was lifted when he heard the auctioneer's words. This was one of the three things that could glow before he saw it. However, he was not the only one who cheered up. After this auction item appeared, There was a little commotion all around.

"It seems that it is not easy to win."

Song Yun glanced around and shook his head. At a glance, more than ten people were eager to try.

The competition for a while is absolutely fierce.

"There is a reserve price auction."

"The auction price must exceed the set reserve price."

"Auction starts!"

Song Yun's guess was not wrong at all. The auctioneer just announced the start, and the bidding voices came one after another.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Fifty-five thousand!"

...

"Three hundred thousand!"

"130,500!"

...

"Forty thousand!"

"Forty thousand and five thousand!"

...

Song Yun saw this situation and gave up decisively. The price skyrocketed at the beginning, and it exceeded 400,000 in just a few minutes. At this rate, it is normal to exceed 600,000.

"Seven hundred and five thousand for the first time!"

"Seven hundred and five thousand the second time."

"Seven hundred and five thousand the third time."

"The auction price exceeds the auction reserve price, and the auction is successful!"

The hammer in his hand slammed down hard during the auction.

Song Yun shook his head. The market price of a blue-and-white slag bucket made of Tongzhi with twisted branches and lotus pattern would not exceed 600,000 yuan. Now it was auctioned for 700,000 yuan.

"The next auction is a pair of Qing Yongzheng Doucai and Ti lotus plates."

"There is a reserve price auction, and bidders have to go above the reserve price set."

"Auction starts!"

Song Yun once again saw the wolf-like situation, the dust settled within a few minutes, and the final transaction price was 600,000.

"The next thing we are going to auction is an early Qing Dynasty Gu Jue-style bamboo carving pen holder with a picture of worshiping the moon."

"There is a reserve price auction, and the bidding price must be higher than the set reserve price."

"The auction begins."

The auctioneer's voice just fell, and more voices followed.

"Forty thousand!"

"Forty thousand and five thousand!"

...

"Five million!"

...

"Six hundred thousand!"

...

"Seven hundred thousand!"

...

"Eight hundred thousand!"

...

"one million!"

...

"One million!"

...

Song Yun was stunned, these people are crazy, the pen holder is indeed a good thing, but judging from the intensity of the white light it emits, the price will definitely not exceed 700,000, and it has exceeded 1 million in just two minutes.

"1.57 million for the first time!"

"1.57 million the second time!"

"One hundred and fifty-seven thousand for the third time!"

"make a deal!"

Song Yun sighed with a look of helplessness. At this price, does it make people live?

Song Yun tugged at his hair. He suddenly realized that his previous calculations were a bit ridiculous. He even thought about picking up leaks. The reality taught him a hard lesson. The price of each piece was higher than what he could accept. It is much higher. If you want to pick up leaks here, it is almost a dream.