At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Convention and Exhibition Center specially prepared an exhibition hall as the auction site, and there were a lot of people present.
Zhang Xuan knew that the number of people present at this kind of charity auction was generally more lively than that of ordinary auctions. If a charity auction was held locally, local entrepreneurs would receive invitations. This kind of invitation is something that many people cannot refuse, otherwise the headlines of the news the next day will be about you.
There were a total of 500 seats in the hall, which were already full at this time. Fang Zhou, Sylvia Lin, and some well-known entrepreneurs in Xixia Province were all sitting in the first row.
When Fang Zhou saw Zhang Xuan again, there was no appreciation in his eyes just now, but he glanced at her very calmly and looked away.
Song Tao sat not far from Fang Zhou, with a sneer on his lips, looking at Sylvia Lin. He was sure that he could ruin Sylvia Lin's reputation today. Not to mention anything else, her husband was enough to be a breakthrough. If an artist with a name in name only were known by the media, Sylvia Lin's reputation would probably plummet!
The Chinese painting charity auction started under the auspices of an elderly auctioneer.
At the beginning, the paintings that appeared were only worth a few thousand yuan. These paintings were the most sought after and many people rushed to bid for them, because many people present were not here to buy paintings at all. They just wanted to attract attention and become a topic of conversation when they were interviewed in the future. As for the quality of the paintings, they didn't care. What they wanted was to spend the least money today and buy the title of a philanthropist.
These paintings worth a few thousand yuan were all from some new painters. Gradually, works by well-known domestic masters appeared, and their values were all over ten thousand. Now, most of those who can buy them are those who really like painting.
During this period, Fang Zhou made several moves and won his favorite works.
Soon, the auction reached its climax.
The auctioneer's voice spread throughout the exhibition hall through the microphone, "As you all know, there are three famous painting masters in the Tang Dynasty in Yanxia. Now, we will auction a famous work by Master Yan, Winter Plum. After verification by relevant official units, this painting is authentic. Eighty percent of the proceeds from this auction will be donated to the Red Cross. The starting price of this painting is 100,000. Please bid." Fang Zhou sat in his seat, looking at the Winter Plum on the stage, his face slightly wrong. Now he is eager to know whether this Winter Plum is an authentic work. If it is authentic, then the one he bought three years ago is fake? But the one three years ago was also approved by a certificate. Could it be that there are two Winter Plums in the world? Fang Zhou was struggling. Should he make a move? As a Chinese painting collector, Fang Zhou does not allow fakes to be in his home, nor does he allow this only authentic work to be lost before his eyes. While Fang Zhou was hesitating, the price of this Winter Plum had been called up to 800,000. Henry Zhang sat in his seat, crossed his legs, and clasped his hands behind his head. "Milan, you just said that Qinghan wants to cooperate with that Fang. If the cooperation can be achieved, how much profit will the company make?"
"It's not about profit, it's about the future of Lin's. If we can really reach a cooperation with Mr. Fang, I can pay any price." Lin Qinghan said firmly.
"Oh, I see." Henry Zhang nodded thoughtfully.
At this moment, the price of the winter plum has risen to 3.3 million, and the auctioneer has called out 3.3 million for the second time.
Fang Zhou, who had been sitting there without saying a word, couldn't help it at this moment. Whether it was true or false, he couldn't see this painting being sold in front of him. Even if it was fake, he had to confirm it himself!
Fang Zhou picked up the auction card in his hand and was about to speak when he heard a lazy voice beside him, "Five million."
Fang Zhou immediately looked at the owner of the voice.
Milan stared at Henry Zhang with eyes wide open, "You are crazy! Five million! It is already amazing that this painting can be sold for four million!"
Sylvia Lin frowned and did not speak. She was also wondering. She didn't know when she started, but she suddenly felt that Henry Zhang was not as bad as she imagined. Every time at a critical moment, he could do something unexpected. This time, Sylvia Lin had an intuition in her heart, that is, Henry Zhang was not messing around, he had his own ideas.
The auctioneer on the stage saw someone shout out five million, and his eyes lit up. Although he didn't know the person who bid, he knew the sign representing the Lin family in the other party's hand.
The price of five million made all the people who were still bidding just now quiet down. Just as Milan said, this painting was at most four million.
The auctioneer knocked the hammer three times in a row and shouted the word "deal". In the end, Henry Zhang bought the painting for five million.
Milan's eyes were full of confusion. He really didn't understand why Henry Zhang did this. Did he want to buy this painting and give it to Fang Zhou? Looking at Fang Zhou's expression just now, he seemed to care about this painting very much, but would Fang Zhou accept it? Doing a business worth hundreds of millions for a painting worth millions?
Not only Milan, but even Sylvia Lin also guessed that Zhang Xuan was going to do this. The two women looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. Sylvia Lin showed a trace of disappointment in her eyes. She didn't care about the five million yuan. She had already prepared herself mentally for not being able to cooperate with Fang Zhou. What she was disappointed about now was Zhang Xuan's behavior. In Sylvia Lin's heart, she hoped that Zhang Xuan could do something unexpected. Even if it was unconventional, even if it didn't achieve the desired effect, Sylvia Lin was happy. This could prove that the man in her family was not so useless.
But his current behavior was too inferior!
Sylvia Lin lowered her head and shook her head helplessly. Just when she was disappointed, she suddenly heard Milan's exclamation.
"Qinghan, look, what is Zhang Xuan going to do!"
Sylvia Lin looked up and saw that Zhang Xuan had left his seat and walked onto the stage. He had already taken the winter plum that cost five million yuan in his hand.
Then, Zhang Xuan did something that shocked the whole audience.
Zhang Xuan grabbed the famous painting worth five million with both hands, and then tore it hard!
"Tear it!"
Although the sound was not loud, it was loud in everyone's mind. The Chinese painting that had just been bought for five million was torn just like that!
"Oh my God!"
"What is he doing?"
"Is he sick in the brain?"
"You can't show off your wealth like this!"
There was a commotion and exclamations from the audience.
Facing these voices, Zhang Xuan's face remained unchanged. He looked at Fang Zhou who was sitting in the first row and said loudly: "Mr. Fang, I saw you look embarrassed just now. You are very interested in this painting, but you don't take action from time to time. I guess, do you have such a painting in your home? Your expression is tangled, and your fists are clenched all the time, because you are not sure whether the one in your home is the original or this one is the original?"