Chapter 867 Under the urn

The Song Dynasty was the heyday of the high development of China's porcelain. The products of the world-famous five famous kilns, Ru, Guan, Ge, Ding and Jun, were cherished by the world, but these five famous kilns were all official kilns.

The reason why Cizhou Kiln is not included in the ranks of the above famous kilns is that it has not unearthed official kiln porcelain.

The two pieces of porcelain in front of everyone now, if they are really Cizhou official kilns, they will change the whole history of Chinese ceramics. Maybe when they are called Song porcelain in the future, they will be the six famous kilns.

So Li Dali called out the bottom price of 1 million RMB, and no one felt abrupt. If the porcelain is true, not to mention 1 million, it is worth 10 million.

Just after Li Dali's reserve price was exported, the scene suddenly became silent. Some people who were whispering to each other also stopped and turned around to see if anyone had offered a bid.

"Guys, the price of these two pieces of porcelain will definitely exceed 1 million yuan. If it weren't for the wind, it would be too far away. Mr. Xue is an appraisal expert of Cizhou porcelain in Hebei Province. The appraisal certificate he issued will not be fake..."

When Li Dali saw that no one bid, he shouted again on the stage, but the rest of his eyes looked at those Japanese. He was not sure. What did these little Japanese think?

The domestic collectors were watching, and several Japanese did not seem to have the intention of bidding. For a while, the atmosphere in the venue became a little strange.

No one expected that Cizhou official porcelain, which was hyped before the auction, was facing the dilemma of auction.

"Mr. Yehe, these Chinese people are not optimistic about this porcelain. Am I shouting for the price?"

Yamamu is still young. After five minutes of cold, he couldn't calm down.

Yehe is an old fox. After a left and right look, he lowered his voice and said, "No, it's better to shoot, so that you can buy it at a lower price..."

If there is an auction, there will naturally be a bad auction. The special auction of antiques is generally due to two situations. One is that the nursery has raised a sky-high price. This kind of failed antique is also difficult to sell after the meeting, because if the price is rashly reduced, the auction house is equivalent to slapping itself in the

The other phenomenon is that it comes from the antique itself. Just like the current two pieces of porcelain, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and the risk of shooting is very high. After this kind of antique auction, the organizing party will often reduce the price and take action after the meeting. Yehe saw that no one bid, that's the idea was

"**, I was full of righteous indignation just now, but now there is no bidding..."

Looking at the performance of these people on the court, Zhuang Rui was really speechless. Even if these two porcelains were fakes, they cost more than 10 million RMB to burn them successfully, and their value was far higher than those fakes just now.

"1 million, I pay 1 million..."

Zhuang Rui didn't want to show this, but if he didn't say anything, it would be more embarrassing for Li Dali to stand on the stage.

"Hey, Mr. Zhuang took action. Maybe this porcelain is real..."

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Zhuang has never looked at it since his debut..."

"What are you waiting for? 1.1 million, I pay 1.1 million RMB..."

As soon as Zhuang Rui shouted the bid, the discussion in the field sounded, and immediately there was a follower, and the atmosphere was slightly more active.

"1.5 million, everyone, there are a lot of porcelain from the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties in my museum, but there are few pieces of Song porcelain. Let's raise your hands and let my little brother take pictures..."

Zhuang Rui added 400,000 yuan at a time, and then arched his hand in all directions. Several people who originally wanted to take advantage of it and shouted for a price put their hands down.

Zhuang Rui, there is nothing we can do. If the Japanese don't do it, he will shoot back two pieces of porcelain. Otherwise, it will be his own people. If it spreads in the future, he really can't fool around in the antique circle.

"2 million RMB..."

A voice caused everyone to look at the voice. It was a middle-aged man in his forties who shouted the price. After shouting the price, he looked at Zhuang Rui apologetically and said, "Brother Zhuang, you also know that I am playing with ceramics. Although I can't see these two objects, I also want to do it based on Get it"

"2.8 million"

Zhuang Rui shook his head with a wry smile. The Japanese still did not move, which made him feel that he was bound by a cocoon. It was difficult to make such a big circle, but he circled himself in.

"The world is really small..."

As for the person who speaks, Zhuang Rui also knows him. Last time in the Jinan folk treasure appraisal program, what he smashed was Tang Sancai taken out by the boss surnamed Liu.

And coincidentally, Boss Liu's Tang Sancai and the two pieces of porcelain in front of him last time were made by one person.

Zhuang Rui doesn't know that if these two objects were really photographed by Boss Liu, one day one of them accidentally broke them again and saw the word "Xu" in it, what would it be like?

"3 million, brother Zhuang, your family has a lot of business. Don't you care about these two things? I think you can give it to me. The two of us are here to grab a toilet. What do you think this is..."

The main reason why Boss Liu keeps raising the price is that after Tang Sancai was dropped last time, he was convinced of Zhuang Rui, and even the level of identification of Zhuang Rui was almost superstitious.

So as soon as Boss Liu saw Zhuang Rui shouting for a price, he immediately realized that these two pieces of porcelain might be very good, so he competed with Zhuang Rui.

If Zhuang Rui knew that Boss Liu had this idea, his expression would have been wonderful. He fell into someone else's Tang Sancai, and now he is punished.

"5 million, no matter whether the object is true or not, but the workmanship and appearance are worth the price"

Zhuang Rui didn't want to be entangled with Boss Liu, so he directly offered a high price.

After overpriced, Zhuang Rui's eyes glanced at the first row of people, but to his disappointment, those people were still motionless, as if they did not come for this.

Although the price of 5 million RMB is still a little different from the porcelain of the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty, it is not low for this controversial porcelain.

Then again, Zhuang Rui shouted for a price of 100 million yuan, and the money would not come out of the bag. Anyway, the things were his, and Li Dali would not ask him for a commission.

Sure enough, after Zhuang Rui shouted the price, Boss Liu's look became hesitant. He spent so much money to buy an uncertain thing, and anyone would beat the drum in his heart.

"Mr. Zhuang offered five million yuan. Do you have any friends to bid? Although this Gongqi is indecent, it may have been used by a certain lady..."

Li Dali told jokes, but his heart was a little bitter. He didn't expect that several Japanese he had tried his best to invite were not interested in these two pieces of porcelain.

After Li Dali asked three times in a row, no one answered. First, everyone was not sure whether the object was true or false. The speculation of five million yuan was a little outweighed. Second, Zhuang Rui opened his mouth earlier, and they also wanted to give some face.

Seeing that the people off the stage did not respond, Li Dali picked up the auction hammer of the scene and said, "Okay, if there is no friend's offer, then this Song Cizhou porcelain gongqi will belong to Mr. Zhuang..."

"Slow down"

Just as Li Dali was about to knock down the hammer, Shanmu, who was sitting in the first row, stood up and said loudly, "I admire Chinese culture very much. I also like this porcelain very much. I pay 10 million"

"What? 10 million?"

"Is this little Japanese crazy?"

"Is this porcelain really a magnetic state official kiln?"

"It's possible, otherwise why did little Japan pay such a high price?"

Shanmu's words, like a stone, stirred up thousands of waves, making the whole venue boil. This sudden change made everyone excited.

You should know that there are very few preserved porcelains in the five official kilns of the Song Dynasty. Most of them are collected in national museums and foreign museums, and there is almost no circulation among the people, so the price is extremely high, and the smaller ones are more than tens of millions.

But that refers to the orderly official kiln porcelain. It is extremely rare that such an object without a record can be photographed at a high price of tens of millions.

So although everyone here was very dissatisfied with Shanmu's bid, no one raised the price rashly. After all, no one's money came from the wind. Those who vowed to protect the national treasure just now hung their heads even more.

Compared with the complex psychology of these people, Zhuang Rui quietly took a long breath. It seems that he has no white cloth in this situation, and little Japan is in the urn.

Similarly, Li Dali, who was standing on the stage, was in the same mood. The little devil did not want these two pieces of porcelain, but played a psychological war. At first, he did not pay the price, and finally doubled the price and wanted to take them down in one fell swoop.

Boss Li was already very satisfied with this price, but he did not know that Zhuang Rui had spent tens of millions of yuan just firing these two pieces of porcelain.

"12 million is something that belongs to the Chinese people, and it should stay in China..."

Just when Li Dali thought that Zhuang Rui would not bid again, Zhuang Rui's voice resounded throughout the audience.

Not only was Li Dali dumbfounded, but even Miao Feifei, who was sitting in the back, opened her mouth wide and said "ah" in surprise. She knew that the porcelain was originally Zhuang Rui's.

"Mr. Zhuang, good job..."

"Brother Zhuang, pure men"

"Mr. Zhuang is right, and China's things will stay in China"

For a moment, those backguns began to flatter Zhuang Rui, and almost sang a big knife on the heads of the devils, and the atmosphere of the whole venue became warm.

"**, I spent more than 10 million yuan to burn it. Why do I have to make some money? Otherwise, wouldn't it be burned for little Japan for nothing?" No one knows that this is what Zhuang Rui is thinking at this moment.