Chapter 46: 45. Worth Ten Million

Wang Bo listened and nodded repeatedly, and comforted them by telling them that they were not doing pyramid schemes, that this stuff was brought in from abroad, and even if he really wanted to do it now, he couldn't go abroad to do it, so what? Export to domestic sales and then export?

As for the source of the money, it is easy to explain. He said that now foreign countries help students to do import and export trade, and foreigners are foolish with money.

This made his parents feel more at ease, and Wang Bo persuaded them to spend money with peace of mind. He must take care of himself when he is not around, and he will go back after a while.

Although his parents missed him, they still disagreed when they heard that he wanted to come back. They let him do business with peace of mind. They knew the distance between New Zealand and China, and the round-trip air ticket was quite expensive.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Bo boarded the helicopter and prepared to return to the town. With money in his pocket, his waist became stiff, and he started to develop the town when he returned: starting with road construction, as the old saying goes, if you want to be rich and have more children, build more roads .

The helicopter was about to start when the mobile phone rang suddenly. The two looked at each other, and then Charlie became angry: "I told you several times, the helicopter must be turned off! I have to use the radio..."

"Is this your cell phone ringtone?" Wang Bo took out his cell phone, the screen was dark.

The corner of Charlie's mouth twitched, and he took out his mobile phone to see that someone had called. He said strangely, "Hey, why is the person from Christie's calling again? A farewell call? This service is really good."

He answered the phone, but after hearing nothing, his expression suddenly changed.

Old Wang was frightened and asked, "Is there something wrong with the box?"

Charlie closed the wings that started to rotate, he looked at Wang Bo and said, "Where did you put the "Bay Hymn"?"

Lao Wang pointed to the seat behind and said, "Over there, what's the matter?"

"It's worth tens of millions, it's worth tens of millions! Hurry up and collect it!"

"Haha, today is not April Fool's Day." Wang Bo laughed.

A few minutes later, the news was confirmed. Charlie was not joking, and today is indeed not April Fool's Day, but if the "Bay Hymns" in his hand is really the "Bay Hymns" in the news report, it is really worth tens of millions, and the unit is still US dollars !

His translation of the name of this little book is wrong, the Anthology of Bay Poems is just an ordinary translation, and what really represents its identity is the name "Bay Hymns".

After getting the news earlier, Charlie searched the Internet, and the most related news on Google was the just-concluded autumn auction of Sotheby's auction house. The book was auctioned off by a wealthy Jewish businessman for US$14.16 million.

Wang Bo looked at this book as an antique, but in fact it was an antique. This collection of poems is a collection of folk hymns translated from Hebrew. It was published in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1640, and it was the first in American history. This print book!

In addition to the book in his hand, there are only 11 copies of "Bay Hymns" in the world.

11 books is not a small number, but because the outside world has always believed that this book marks the "beginning of American literature" and the beginning of the world's printing industry, it is extremely valuable.

When Charlie said this, Wang Bo interrupted him and said, "Isn't the invention of movable type printing in our country the beginning of the printing industry in the world?"

Charlie was convinced: "I said you are really patriotic!"

"That must be. I am in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han!" Old Wang said loudly.

"Traitor!"

"Besides, I beat you, you know my fighting power."

The two got off the helicopter and waited directly for Christie's people in the Green Olive five-star hotel. This time, Christie's came to approach them not with two experts, but a middle-aged white man with extraordinary bearing.

Later, someone introduced that this is Christie's regional president in New Zealand and Australia, named Adams-Georgetown, who is in charge of Christie's auction sites in Australia.

Christie's auction house is one of the two top auction houses in the world, together with Sotheby's. Their auctions bring together artworks, famous watches, jewelry, cars and famous wines from all over the world. The offices they set up are distributed in 90 major cities around the world, and auctions are held regularly in 16 locations around the world.

Among them, Christie's fixed-point auction addresses are mainly concentrated in the northern hemisphere, and there are only two in the southern hemisphere, one in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and the other in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. Adams is in charge of the latter.

After the two sides introduced each other, Adams greeted Wang Bo in Mandarin in a very gracious manner, and then he gave instructions, and the Green Olive Hotel immediately prepared a meeting room for them to communicate.

Adams came to inspect the "Bay Hymn" on this trip, and he said: "It's really a fluke, today when our auction director checked the red box photos taken by Quincy, we saw this hymn and gave it to us as soon as possible. You made the call, or we would have missed it."

As he spoke, he looked at a little old man in his fifties or sixties who was accompanying him. The little old man nodded and smiled. Obviously, he was the auction director. As mentioned earlier, the name of this director was Greg Lyle.

Wang Bo could hear what he meant by saying that the two of them didn't know the value of this book. In fact, the two of them really didn't know. Who knew that such an old little book could be worth 14,500,000 U.S. dollars?

Therefore, he still has a good impression of the people at Christie's. At least they called at the beginning and said that their hymn book was very valuable, and they didn't want to use dirty tricks to deceive them.

But it's one thing to have a good impression, and another thing to negotiate the price. Isn't there a saying in the West that "business is business".

On the way here, Wang Bo and Charlie negotiated to maximize the benefits of the book. As long as the book sells for a good price, the early construction funds for the town will be enough.

Therefore, Lao Wang showed his acting skills honed in years of life. He first brewed his emotions, then embraced the hymn in his arms, and said solemnly: "Mr. Georgetown..."

"Call me Adams, that's what my friends call me, and now you are my friend too, kid." Mr. President smiled kindly. If he was from Sichuan, he would probably want to call Lao Wang "little ghost" by now. .

Old Wang changed his words: "Okay, Adams, to be honest, I didn't think about selling this hymn, because this is the last thought left by my godfather..."

"Your godfather?" Adams asked in surprise.

The old king showed a sad look on his face: "Yes, my godfather, Sir Howard Roberts. This red box and this hymn are his favorites during his lifetime. It is already unfilial for me to sell the red box. I cannot sell the red box. Hymns are also sold."

The acting skills are really good, Charlie admired from the bottom of his heart after watching it, but Lao Wang was giving him winks, and it was his turn to perform.