Chapter 35: The First Auction
Chapter 35 The First Auction
"By the way, let me introduce you to it."
Yang Xiaofan took Qin Nuanyu's hand and said:
"This is my girlfriend, Qin Nuanyu."
Qin Nuanyu blushed slightly and nodded to everyone.
"Hello."
"Hey, hello, no wonder Master Yang was so angry that night, it turns out it was because you are his girlfriend."
Yang Xiaofan smiled helplessly.
"This is Mr. Liu, whom you met at the KTV that day."
"This is Master Ma, a very important figure in the Chinese painting industry."
Finally, Yang Xiaofan introduced Mu Shuyu.
"This is Mr. Mu, the president of the Mu Group. He is also the first customer to buy my paintings. You can say that he is my career leader."
Mu Shuyu pursed her lips and smiled.
"That's too much. The most important thing is that you are good enough at painting. I am just helping you a little."
Qin Nuanyu didn't care too much about Liu Hu and Master Ma. What she cared about was Mu Shuyu.
This woman is so charming.
A professional OL suit perfectly shows all the curves of her body. Her long legs wrapped in skin-colored stockings are a killer weapon for men.
The five-centimeter high heels perfectly bring out her queen-like temperament.
Standing in front of her, Qin Nuanyu, a beauty who is even a school belle, began to lack confidence in herself.
This is a very dangerous woman.
Qin Nuanyu immediately listed her as a dangerous person.
If she wanted to snatch Yang Xiaofan away, she would most likely not be his opponent.
However, unlike Qin Nuanyu, Yang Xiaofan's eyes were focused on a figure beside Mu Shuyu.
A bald middle-aged man.
"Hey, look, who is this? Isn't this Li Dacheng, the manager with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan?"
Li Dacheng obviously recognized Yang Xiaofan and his face looked extremely ugly.
He was at Cartier before and thought Yang Xiaofan had no money and wanted to flirt with Qin Nuanyu, but he didn't expect to run into Yang Xiaofan here. This was really unlucky.
Mu Shuyu was a little surprised.
"Xiao Fan, do you know him?"
"That's right, Sister Shuyu, this manager of your Mu Group is very powerful. He relied on his monthly salary of 30,000 yuan to flirt with my girlfriend in the store. I will never forget the impression I have of him in my life."
Li Dacheng's face suddenly turned pale as wax, and he begged for mercy:
"Mr. Mu, I was wrong. I..."
But Mu Shuyu said with a cold face:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Go back and collect your salary for this month, and then get out of the Mu Group. I don't want to see you again."
"I-I. Hey!"
Li Dacheng sighed deeply and finally left dejectedly.
But before leaving, he stared at Yang Xiaofan with eyes full of resentment.
"Okay, the time is up and many guests are waiting, let's get started."
Gu Hao spoke up and asked everyone to focus their attention back on the auction.
Yang Xiaofan and his companions were sitting in a private room upstairs. From their perspective, they could see the entire auction hall.
Soon, an auctioneer came to the auction counter, and the waiter behind him brought an exquisite and perfect landscape painting.
There are many peaks and mountains, and below is a fast-flowing river with a large boat diving through the mountains and water.
Although it is just a painting, the artistic conception it exudes is as if it were a living thing.
The whole scene was filled with a vivid state, and when people looked closely, it seemed as if even their spirits were sucked into the painting.
As soon as this painting came out, the wealthy people below started talking about it.
“This painting is simply a stroke of genius.”
"Looking across the entire China, I'm afraid there aren't many people who can draw a painting of this level, right?"
“I must buy this painting.”
Almost every wealthy person who came here today loves collecting.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come specially to participate in the auction of Yang Xiaofan's paintings.
Therefore, with their experience, they can see at a glance how exquisite Yang Xiaofan's painting is.
There is great potential for appreciation in the future!
The auctioneer was also very satisfied with the expressions of the crowd. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, knocked the wooden hammer in front of him, cleared his throat, and said:
"Today is the first day our auction house opens, and it is also the first day we start auctioning. As for the items for auction, everyone can see that they are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation by our Master Yang! The starting price of this painting of a rapid river boat is two million, and each bid must not be less than five hundred thousand. Now, the auction begins."
"Hi~!"
Qin Nuanyu took a deep breath.
It was just a random painting, but the starting price had already reached two million! And each bid increase could not be less than five hundred thousand.
Oh my God, no wonder Yang Xiaofan spends money without blinking an eye, it seems that any casual painting of his is priced at a sky-high price.
But then, everyone started bidding, which once again refreshed Qin Nuanyu's three views.
"Two million."
"Two and a half million."
"three million."
"four million."
The price soared all the way, and in just a few minutes, it reached a high price of tens of millions.
Finally, the price reached 24 million before it was bought by a wealthy man.
Twenty-four million for one painting!
Qin Nuanyu tightly grasped Yang Xiaofan's hand, couldn't help swallowing, and whispered:
"Xiao Fan, how long does it take you to draw a picture like this?"
Yang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head.
"Two or three minutes, what's the matter?"
"Two, two, three minutes!"
Qin Nuanyu's face couldn't help but twitch violently.
Are you kidding her?
It only takes two or three minutes to create a painting of this level.
And it sells for more than 20 million.
If Yang Xiaofan only spends an hour painting every day, he can produce 20 to 30 paintings. If all of them are sold at a price of 20 million, it would be at least 500 to 600 million.
My God, even if it’s a bank’s money printing machine, it can’t make money as fast as Yang Xiaofan, right?
Looking at Qin Nuanyu's red and hot face and her rapid breathing, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but said with concern:
"Nuanyu, are you okay?"
"It's okay, my blood pressure seems a little high."
Yang Xiaofan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had already guessed what Qin Nuanyu was thinking.
"Actually, you don't have to be so shocked. It's impossible to reach that level easily."
"First of all, sales won't support it. No matter how good the painting is, someone has to recognize it and be willing to spend money on it. How many rich people in the world can afford paintings of this level? No one buys them. Even if I paint faster and more, it won't work."
"Secondly, even if someone can afford it, I can't sell in bulk. Scarcity makes things valuable. If I sell a few paintings a day, there will be many wealthy people scrambling to buy them at high prices. But if I sell a hundred or a thousand paintings a day, do you think anyone would be willing to spend 10 or 20 million to buy them?"
Qin Nuanyu nodded.
Yang Xiaofan's rational analysis cooled down her excitement a lot.
It is indeed as Yang Xiaofan said. After all, painting is not food, nor is it a necessity in life.
Only because of its collection value can it be given a high price.
But even so, it's pretty good.
A painting can be auctioned for 10 or 20 million yuan. If you sell four or five paintings in a day, you can earn 100 million yuan.
If you earn a little bit, you will have billions.
Thinking of this, Qin Nuanyu suddenly felt a little inferior.
She looked at Yang Xiaofan beside her, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
A man like Yang Xiaofan is handsome, can make money, and has so many amazing abilities. He is as dazzling as a star.
Is this kind of man really worthy of me?
Although she had always pursued perfection and worked hard to make herself stronger since she was a child, when facing Yang Xiaofan, she felt frustrated for the first time in her life.
The feeling of being so small is like being an ant, standing at the foot of a mountain. When you look up at the sky, you can only see floating clouds and cannot see the top of the mountain clearly.
Not to mention, reaching the top of the mountain.
(End of this chapter)