The auction featured not only Zhang Yang's Bronze Four-Ram Square Zun but plenty of other lots as well. However, Zhang Yang had come only to see how his Bronze Four-Ram Square Zun sold, with no intention of bidding on anything.
In fact, Zhang Yang had looked through the day's auction catalog, but none of the lots appealed to him. It wasn't that they were poor pieces—every one was quite good—but he saw no room for profit.
When Zhang Yang dealt in antiques, what mattered wasn't how many times his investment he could make, but how much money he could earn. Buying something for one yuan and selling it for a hundred didn't interest him. But antiques that could net him a million, several million, or even ten million, like the Bronze Four-Ram Square Zun, were opportunities he rarely passed up.
So, for the rest of the auction, Zhang Yang simply intended to enjoy the show. Of course, if a foreigner took a fancy to something good, he might still drive up the price.
The auction proceeded as usual, with more than a dozen lots in total. Zhang Yang examined them all, able to tell authenticity at a glance. Of course, with pieces that had already made it into an auction house, there was really no need for him to bother authenticating them.
"A square table made of Hainan Huanghuali from the Republic of China era, with a top measuring ninety-eight by ninety-eight centimeters and a height of eighty-five centimeters. Hainan Huanghuali is becoming increasingly scarce and is now one of the materials most sought after by collectors."
The auctioneer gave a brief introduction, mainly because this Hainan Rosewood Square Table was relatively recent compared with the other antiques.
"The starting bid is two hundred thousand."
Zhang Yang was surprised