I have a paradise

"Mr. Wang, please don't get too excited, I can assure you that this painting is painted by Picasso!" The manager said with a smile on his face.

I was so excited that Wang Yi watched the manager's serious nonsense and murmured inwardly.When he got this oil painting, he had already verified it by the system. The result of the system identification at that time was that the author of this oil painting was an unknown street painter Obal.

He used a search engine to search for many times, and none of the searched information matched it. He didn't even find the oil painting "The Woman Who Harvested Wheat", but found an oil painting called "The Harvester". , But this Reaper is not an abstract painting, and has nothing to do with the painting in Wang Yi's hands.

Now the manager of this auction house actually said that this painting was painted by Picasso. Wang Yi didn't believe a word. If this painting was painted by Picasso, then I would dare to swear that I look exactly like the person painted by Picasso!

He knew in his heart that this manager was not at ease. He was just strange and deliberately described a worthless painting as a masterpiece. What exactly does this man want to do?But after hearing the words behind the manager, he reacted.

In recent years, people have become wealthy, and they like to collect antiques and antiques. There is a saying that it is not about the golden age of antiques and chaotic times. Now this situation is not the golden age of antiques collection. So the collection is very popular during this period. Even many TV stations have hosted various appraising programs, and the ratings are not low.Moreover, some ordinary people often bring old objects at home to the show for appraisal. Some unremarkable things may be collections of treasures, which can easily be exchanged for hundreds of thousands.

The popularity of the collection market has made many people see it, so some auction houses have made a crooked idea, deliberately overvaluing some things that are not very valuable, to arouse the greed of these people, and then tell them. An auction house can help them with auctions, but if they want to auction, they must first pay a high fee. As for whether the antique can be sold, it is not their consideration. After all, an auction will pass a few things. Isn't it normal?

These people are full of routines.

"Really Picasso?" Wang Yi said with a surprised expression.

"Confirm to us, as long as you pay the handling fee, we can help you conduct the auction!" The manager said immediately when he saw Wang Yi's heartbeat.

Haha, please start your performance!

"The ten percent handling fee is too much!" Wang Yi said with some complaints.

"Mr. Wang, the 10% handling fee is already very low. You must know that in other auction houses the handling fee is generally 12% to 15%. We are already very cheap."

"But I don't have that much money!" Wang Yi said flatly.

"You can borrow some money from your relatives and friends, after all, as long as the auction is successful, you can easily return it." The manager'kindly' helped Wang Yi with an idea.

Wang Yi rolled his eyes in his heart but still had the happy expression on his face. He said to the manager, "Why don't you do this? You can sell this painting to the auction house for two million. I will sell it to you directly. Don’t need two million, let’s just make a discount, one million will do, and the rest will be yours."

"Um, Mr. Wang, our auction house does not accept antiques. If you are short of money..."

"Why don't you accept it? You see that this oil painting is valued at two million, you buy it for one million, and then you sell it at auction for two million. You can easily make one million. It’s much more than what you earn by charging fees."

"Mr. Wang, our company has a rule that we cannot buy the seller's auction items. Please forgive me!" The manager said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Manager, are you not from the capital, how many years have you been in the capital?"

"I am from the Central Plains and have been here for seven or eight years."

"Hey, we are still a fellow." Then Wang Yi patted his thigh: "Since I am a fellow, then this benefit should be given to you even more."

"Isn't this painting two million? Now there is no need for two million, no more than one million. Five hundred thousand! Only five hundred thousand! This painting will be given to you, and you will give it to the auction house for auction, and you will make less money. , It's all yours."

"I really have no money, or I will pay the handling fee. Look at you working in the capital, you definitely don't plan to go back. You want to buy a house and get married. You will definitely need money in the future. Now there is such a good opportunity. In front of you, as long as you can sell half a million, you can turn four times a month. This stock is going up so fast, why are you hesitating!"

"With these two million, I can find a family member to join together. In the imperial capital, I can buy a suite with a down payment. With a house, is it still far away for my girlfriend to get married?" Wang Yi pulled the manager to his heart.

"Sir, I am a staff member of the company, so I cannot deal with you privately..." Wang Yi stretched out his hand and took his shoulders, interrupting him.

"You have to be flexible in your thinking, not so rigid, he has rules, you just need to bypass this rule. You can't trade with me, then your parents and family can always do it, if it doesn't work, you will always have classmates. , Just find someone to come forward on your behalf. It’s only 500,000 yuan. If you think about it, it’s two million yuan. If you have a house, you can get married with your girlfriend. How great!” After finishing Wang Yi, you still know something. He patted him on the shoulder like a look.

Manager: MMP, I know what a fart!Now it's so hard to make some money by fooling individuals!Tired!

"Sir, please don't doubt my professional ethics! You may have this kind of thing in other auction houses, but in our auction company, I can use my personality to guarantee that this kind of thing will never happen!"

"Don't give you any money! You think about it again!"

In the end, Wang Yi still failed to sell the oil paintings to them, so he could only leave with regret.

Wang Yi left the auction house with the oil painting and pigeon blood ruby. After that, he stopped going to those unknown auction houses, and directly found the branch of Christie’s in the capital. After verification, Wang Yi handed it. After the pigeon blood ruby ​​on the list was genuine, he agreed to auction.As for the proof, Wang Yi said that it was uploaded by the ancestor. Christie's agreed to the auction after confirming that the ruby ​​was not stolen, but the auction fee was not low, requiring 15%.

As for the oil painting, Christie’s offered a price of two thousand dollars. It was a work by an unknown painter in the early nineteenth century. The artistry and popularity are of a level that no one cares about, and it is not qualified for auction. Wang Yi shrugged. The oil painting was put away.