When Ye Yuan saw the wood carving, he looked toward the auction stage with a smile at the corner of his lips.
This wood carving was the statue of Qi Jiguang that Ye Yuan had rushed to make for Zhang Jingkuan over two days.
Ye Yuan did not know what Zhang Jingkuan wanted a wooden statue for.
After asking several times and receiving no answer, Ye Yuan stopped asking.
Now that the wooden statue had been brought out, he believed he would soon learn the answer.
Although Qi Jiguang was considered a famous figure in history,
a wooden statue of him was definitely not as easy to sell as one of Guan Gong or Confucius.
The auctioneer did not keep Ye Yuan waiting for long.
After introducing the material of the statue and the carving craftsmanship,
he immediately began a new round of bidding.
The auction house set the starting price at one hundred thousand yuan. To be honest, Ye Yuan was dissatisfied with that price.
After all, for a life-sized wooden statue like this, the value of the wood alone exceeded one hundred thousand yuan.
But Ye Yuan could understand.
An auction was, after all, a game of bidding.
It was impossible to start at the item's highest price.
Yet what happened next was something Ye Yuan had never expected.
When the auctioneer called out the starting price of one hundred thousand,
Ye Yuan noticed that some business tycoons seated in the front rows
were casting strange looks toward an elderly man seated in the center of the first row.
At that moment, the old man wore an expression of delighted surprise.
After glancing at the wooden statue again, he kept saying something to a middle-aged woman beside him.
The others seemed to have no intention of bidding, and