You motherfucker… your whole family, motherfucker…
Ever since Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua left at noon, Xiang Feiwen hadn’t been able to calm down from his rage the entire day.
Fifteen million!
Flis shop, including him, all together wasn’t worth that much money.
Don’t be fooled by the exaggerated price tags on the antiques and calligraphy in the store; in truth, there were only a few items that were truly valuable. The prices were just for show, to deceive tourists.
His main source of profit was from some paintings and calligraphy worth a few thousand, as well as some modern art pieces bought by tourists.
He’d thought he’d sharpened his knife brilliantly and was about to butcher a fat pig today, but he’d never imagined he’d end up being the clown.
Especially seeing the enemy who stole the woman he loved make a killing was more unbearable than if they’d just killed him!
All afternoon, Xiang Feiwen didn’t even feel like opening the store. He was like someone with depression, locking himself in his room. Later, when he couldn’t accept what had happened, he started studying the remaining few treasures one by one.
He too wanted to find a bargain, not necessarily make fifteen million like Lin Mo, but even five million w’ould do!
Three million would be okay, too!
If he made enough for a second-hand Ferrari, couldn’t he also pick up women in bars?
Once his gambling spirit flared up, he began seeing hidden treasures in every painting in the store.
He even began to fantasize that the legendary “Ge Zhichuan Relocating” by Wang Meng might also be hidden in one of the paintings in his store.
Should he try?
Xiang Feiwen picked up the spray bottle and then put it down, but feeling dissatisfied, he picked it up again, in a never-ending cycle. But in the end, he didn’t have the courage to experiment with valuable ancient paintings as Lin Mo had done.
If he lost the bet, he’d be left without a thing to his name!
Resentful yet out of sorts, and unable to stomach any food all day, Xiang Feiwen thought about trying his luck at the auction house to see if he could make some money to appease his unsettled heart.
Never did he expect to run into Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua, this pair of nemeses, at the auction house!
“Who’s following you? You got big boobs or a perky ass? Or do you have something I don’t?”
“You’re sick!”
Xiang Feiwen truly broke down. Muttering a couple of sentences, he raised his hand and asked the staff to change his seat.
Zhang Yihua rolled up his sleeves, seething, and said, “You looking for trouble, kid?”
“Enough, Yi Hua, sit down. Why get upset over some nobody?” Lin Mo blocked Zhang Yihua and said, laughing, “There’s no need to spoil your mood.”
Thinking back on the day’s events, Zhang Yihua found it amusing and nodded with a smile, “Right, let him curse. 1 just love seeing some people’s impotent rage and crumbling defenses.”
He didn’t low’er his voice deliberately, and his words happened to reach Xiang Feiwen just as he was walking away. Flis already livid face instantly turned even uglier.
He stopped in his tracks, wanting to blow up, but recalling Zhang Yihua’s burly physique, he swallowed his anger.
Soon, the hall started filling with more people, and the vacant seats became scarce.
In the meantime, Lin Mo sent a message to Li Jinwen, saying he would attend an auction and might return late.
Lin Jinwen was very understanding, telling Lin Mo to work hard and not to let down Uncle Tai.
“Honey, I’ve got great news when I get back tonight!”
“What great news? Can’t you tell me now?”
“No, I’ll tell you when I’m back!”
“So mysterious, okay, then go ahead with your busy stuff.”
Lin Mo sent a message to Li Jinwen.
By now, he was already imagining what Li Jinwen’s expression would be tonight when she found out he made tens of millions.
It would definitely be thrilling!
Lin Mo couldn’t help but look forward to it a little.
Right at 7:30 PM, the hostess closed the doors to the auction hall, and other staff members began distributing number plates.
The seats were associated with registered identities, but the number cards were for bidding later on.
After all, the base clientele had net worths of over ten million; they w’ere dignitaries with excellent manners, no one was loud and rowdy, and everyone waited quietly for the auction to start.
After a while, the lights in the hall dimmed, the stage lights brightened, and the huge LED screen in the back lit up, showing the display stand on stage, allowing the audience in the back to see every detail clearly.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend today’s auction. I’m Xiaoya, the chief auctioneer of Wanming Auction House.”
As her delicate voice faded, a beautiful woman in a red cheongsam with a curvaceous figure walked over near the display stand.
Two staff members placed the first item to be auctioned on the stand.
“Our first item is a Qing dynasty Yongzheng-era imitation Ru Tianqing glazed rectangular flower pot. The starting bid is 500,000 yuan, with each increase in bid being no less than 10,000 yuan.”
The woman on stage was a master at stirring the atmosphere; her every smile and gesture seemed to tug at one’s heartstrings.
There were many bidders, and in no time, the price of the imitation Ru Tianqing glazed rectangular flower pot was driven up to 950,000 yuan.
Gazing at the sultry auctioneer Xiaoya on stage, Zhang Yihua exclaimed, “My God, this is the first time I’ve encountered such a top-notch woman in the real world. Truly, the joys of the rich, I’ve never before comprehended.”
“Old Lin, it’s normal if you can’t resist temptation; 1 understand you now..”