The painting was so valuable that, to prevent any accidents, it was not brought to the site but remained in Christie’s auction house’s safe.
However, tonight, the host of the auction began to detail the background of the painting’s creation on the central podium, as well as other artists’ and collectors’ evaluations and estimates of the painting.
Although the host did not reveal the na of the painting’s author, it was certainly known that this painting’s author was the sa as the one auctioned previously, "Father and Son", as well as other paintings circulated online like "Friday Dinner", "Sicily", "Eastern Castle", etc.
Judging from the painting "Father and Son" alone, this painting is of even higher value because that painting only depicted two figures, which were the inner portraits of Sirio and his son drawn by the artist during their lifeti.
However, now this "Wine Tasting" involves hundreds of mainstream figures from French high society, including maids and servants, which are wonderfully rendered.
In the eyes of many artists, this painter’s level is comparable to Da Vinci of the Renaissance period.
In this respect, the evaluation of this artist is extrely high.
After the host finished the detailed introduction, he said: "This painting’s starting bid is one hundred million Euros, with each bid increnting by five million Euros."
In reality, everyone was well aware that no one could win it at this price, and the low starting bid was simply to liven up the atmosphere.
When the starting bid and bid incrents were announced, the rich, the wealthy, and those bidding over the phone all began to bid.
Quickly, it rose from one hundred and fifteen million to five hundred and eighty million.
But this was only the beginning.
Many true magnates hadn’t started bidding, knowing it was impossible to secure it for such a low price.
The bidding kept refreshing the price until it reached two billion five hundred and sixty-five million Euros, when the bidding beca sowhat quieter, but still didn’t stop.
Besides these private bidders, so national museums and galleries also participated in the bidding.
So, the price was driven exceedingly high.
At this point, that’s when the real wealthy began to compete.
Louise, together with the Gauthier family, sat there, while Housekeeper Eugene sat on the other side, watching the bidding price climb relentlessly, and he kept wiping his sweat.
He never expected Ye Qiu’s painting to be that valuable.
Previously, when the painting went missing, Housekeeper Eugene also didn’t expect, and Ye Qiu didn’t bla him at all. If Housekeeper Eugene had known this painting was so valuable earlier, he would have been too ashad to see Ye Qiu again.
Therefore, Housekeeper Eugene felt that Ye Qiu was too kind to him, yet he, as a housekeeper, seed unworthy of serving a master like Ye Qiu.
It seems he needs to continue learning how to be a good housekeeper, or else Housekeeper Eugene knows he will inevitably have to give way to others.
Ye Qiu had agreed to let him enjoy the good life, but Housekeeper Eugene also knew he had to contribute so value in return.
While Housekeeper Eugene was texting Ye Qiu to report on the bidding situation, the price had unexpectedly soared to three billion fifteen million Euros.
This is equivalent to over two hundred billion Huaxia Yuan.
By this point, the number of bidders slowly decreased.
After all, fewer and fewer wealthy individuals could imdiately afford to bid over two hundred billion.
In the end, there were only a few wealthy individuals and so museums and collectors left bidding, because they knew the value of this painting, and they had the money to bid.
Finally, when the price soared to three billion nine hundred fifty million Euros, only two remained.
One was a bid from the United States National Museum, and the other was a price from a European great family’s agent, whose identity was unknown.
However, those who entered and participated in the bidding were all required to pay a certain deposit.
Count Charley and the Gauthier family had long stopped participating in the bidding.
Because the Gauthier family mbers simply hadn’t expected the price to skyrocket to such an extent.
Count Charley had already felt a little crazy; he just thought Ye Qiu’s dical skills were impressive and the Viscount Red Wine he brewed was tasty, but never imagined the painting’s price had completely exceeded his imagination.
Of course, he quickly rembered the painting Ye Qiu gave him about "Château de Charly Nightti", knowing it was comparable to this one.
This ans Ye Qiu directly gave him a gift worth tens of billion Euros.
Count Charley, thinking of this, felt a little embarrassed.
He had taken advantage of Ye Qiu so much for nothing, and it seed he had to give Ye Qiu sothing in return.
Otherwise, Count Charley knew he would truly be embarrassed.
Regarding not winning the painting tonight, Count Charley felt indifferent. After all, he thought the one Ye Qiu gifted him was sufficient.
"Grandfather, what’s wrong?"
Louise looked at Gauthier X with concern and asked.
"Louise, you indeed found a treasure; this Ye Qiu is truly Da Vinci reincarnated."
Gauthier X chuckled as he looked at his precious granddaughter.
That painting alone is so valuable, what if Ye Qiu paints others?
It’s simply unbelievable!
Finally, the auctioneer slamd the hamr down and announced: "The mysterious number 8 wins it for forty-five billion three hundred eighty million Euros!"
Mysterious number 8.
Actually, it was the mysterious European family, possibly possessing tens of trillions of Euros, accumulated over thousands of years.
So bidding tens of billions really ant nothing to them.
As for the United States National Museum, it sure had money, but in the end, they gave up.
Not that they lacked funds, but it might have exceeded their expectations and budget considerably, so under this circumstance, they had no choice but to forfeit.
It can be said that Christie’s auctioned this at a price unprecedented in their history.
"Congratulations to number 8!"
The host announced.
Everyone stood up, eager to see who number 8 was, but in actuality, there were just two young n in suits.
They were just agents, with their bidding fully controlled from behind, and whether they bid or not was decided from behind.
Only, other wealthy individuals couldn’t recognize which family these two n belonged to.
"Grandfather, who are they?"
"I don’t know either, Europe has so many ancient families, with plenty of wealth, and tens of billions of Euros is nothing to them."
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