Chapter 734 - My enemy's enemy is my friend

The guests' purpose of attending today was simple. It was either to showcase their donated items for the auction or to bid for the auctioned items from the members, all in the name of charity.

For this day, aside from the procurement team, all organization members are allowed to bring items to the organization and donate them for the auction. It was done to achieve fame and reputation, as all proceeds were to go to charity.

Since only a few big shots had remained, the guests had the chance to shine and fight over some items with their own wealth.

Xiong Zhi and the other heirs attended the third day as agreed upon. They sat on their family's designated seats. As the person who replaced their seniors, they attracted a lot of attention.

While the auction was still ongoing, Linfeng, who had disappeared for a while, returned.

Xiong Zhi asked him quietly. "Did he come here to also auction something?"

"No, he came here to just bid. But I'm afraid that you will have to spend a large amount again."

Xiong Zhi turned to Linfeng. "How much is the predicted amount?"

"...The original price of the item is ten million."

Xiong Zhi nodded. That price was reasonable. It should rise a bit higher than that.

"But I heard that he really wants it. He even pressured the member who procured it to bring it out of their family's treasury and sell it to him. The owner does not want to sell it at a cheap price, that is why he put it on for auction today. I say, that is a good move. He did not offend the man, at the same time, he will be getting considerable reputation through charity. So I think that it might rise to one hundred."

"..."

That was tenfold.

This organization will make her bankrupt one day. She really should start restraining herself.

She sighed. "Well, at least it will not reach a billion. I do not want to pointlessly overspend again after wasting too much money in the past two days." 

Xiong Zhi had to admit that she was feeling a bit stingy now after giving a lot of money to the organization, especially now that Ming Zhi Yi was the president.

The feeling of handing her money to an enemy was… ugh.

Linfeng was a bit speechless. Then he laughed. "Fine, I will make the bid instead."

"You can't come out yet. Let the spotlight remain on me. In any case, I am already under it. Since I am an eccentric person who likes wasting money, people will not question my purpose too much."

Linfeng had no choice but to agree. It was all for the sake of their plan.

The auction continued, until the one item that Xiong Zhi was waiting for appeared.

The host opened up an intricately carved case and a small golden comb engraved with mysterious ancient patterns appeared. The host introduced the item enthusiastically. 

"This item is donated by the Afzhal family. They finally took it out from their family's treasury! Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you, the golden comb that the Middle Eastern Zebal Princess wore in her royal wedding in the early 18th century!"

All the eyes of the guests from the Middle East region shone.

They wanted it!

"Twelve million!"

"Thirteen million!"

"Fifteen million!"

The bidding began and the price increased fast.

However, at this moment, a VVIP member finally made a move.

"Fifty million." 

Everyone fell silent and turned to the man with Middle Eastern features at the front.

Xiong Zhi's eyes curved up slightly. 

The man had finally made his move.

Sir Majid Al Ghurair.

(A/n: First appeared in chapter 160. IAMF Arc 1)

This man was their target today.

Everyone knew this man's background. The guests resignedly put down their placards and did not bid any more. After all, they were afraid to offend this dangerous man.

But someone was not afraid.

"Fifty-one." 

Xiong Zhi's cold voice echoed loudly in the silent room.

Oooh!

Murmurs erupted. Excited eyes all shot towards Xiong Zhi.

The person tagged as most eccentric in high society made her move!

"Fifty five." The man spoke while looking coldly at Xiong Zhi.

Xiong Zhi did not back down.

"Fifty six."

Sir Majid: "Sixty."

"Sixty one."

"...Sixty five." The woman kept dogging after him!

"Sixty six."

"Seventy!"

"Seventy one."

"..."

"..."

Soon, the bid entered three digits.

"One hundred," Sir Majid spoke through gritted teeth. His voice was already very annoyed. 

Xiong Zhi's lips lazily drawled. "One hundred and one."

Sir Majid angrily shut his mouth.

This woman obviously would not stop!

The murmurs erupted once again. 

The price was eleven fold of the base price!

As expected of the most eccentric spender of high society!

His eyes glanced at the young woman who had been competing against him.

"I did not know that the young heiress is fond of my land's culture."

"It is a gift for someone."

Sir Majid raised his brow and gave up. 

Truly, as the rumor says, this woman was eccentric. If she was not surnamed Xiong, she would have tasted his anger.

The auction ended after several more items were presented on stage. Applause rang again and again as various influential people from various industries displayed their financial prowess and gained reputation as charitable people.

As the guests finally had free time to interact with one another, Xiong Zhi in a white mermaid dress approached Sir Majid. She had a ċȯċktail glass in her hand.

She toasted. "Sir Majid, I hope you will not take to heart what happened today."

Sir Majid raised his glass and clinked it with hers. "No offense taken. But I wonder who is the fortunate person who will receive such a precious gift from the young heiress?"

Xiong Zhi smiled. "It is a person whom I want to show my sincerity to."

Sir Majid raised his brows. 

Suddenly, a staff member approached them carrying documents.

"Greetings, Sir Majid Al Ghurair. This is the transfer documents of the golden comb to your name. Please sign here."

"!"

Sir Majid looked at Xiong Zhi with surprise. His bearded face was taken aback. "What is the meaning of this?"

"As I said, it is a gift. A gift to show my sincerity. Please sign it, Sir Majid."

"???"

Sir Majid's eyes were full of suspicions. If this young woman was planning to give it to him in the end, then what was the point of competing with him in a bidding battle? 

...She was really eccentric as people said.

But he needed the item, so after mulling for a short while, he still signed it. 

In any case, it was a free one hundred and fifty million. It was not his money spent.

When the auction staff member left, Sir Majid asked Xiong Zhi. "To what do I owe this pŀėȧsurė, receiving such a precious gift from the lady?"

"Sir Majid is a great man. No one will dare to go against you."

"No one? Such a person is standing in front of me though."

Xiong Zhu chuckled. "You jest, Sir Majid. I will not dare. But I know who it is who dares."

Sir Majid raised a brow inquiringly. 

What did this young lady want to do now?

Xiong Zhi took the wine from the table. "May I, Sir Majid?"

"It is my pŀėȧsurė."

Xiong Zhi leaned forward and poured wine into his empty wine glass. 

At this time, she whispered. "A spy is in your midst, Sire. That spy is planning to turn over your territory. I suggest that you rat it out before you get bitten."

Sir Majid's fingers holding the wine glass shook. 

"What did you say?" His voice rose several degrees higher.

Xiong Zhi smiled politely. 

As expected, Sir Majid hated betrayals the most.

"You will know what I am talking about once you receive my gift. Do not worry, 'that' person will not know that our exchange today is for that matter." Xiong Zhi leaned and whispered. "Since it would seems to everyone's eyes that we are arguing over an artifact."

Sir Majid was no pushover. He immediately understood what she meant.

It meant that the man who had put spies on his turf was here and was probably watching them. And the artifact was a good excuse for the two of them to interact freely.

So that was why the bidding battle unexpectedly happened.

He came here for the comb but got another surprise instead.

"Ya lah min haqir (how despicable)! This offense I learned today will not be forgotten by me. I do not easily forgive." 

These were double-edged words.

It could mean that if Xiong Zhi was telling lies, then Sir Majid would take it against her. It could also be for the person who dared to put spies in his territory.

The Middle Eastern man's loud voice made the people nearby stop. 

Sir Majid then turned 'angrily' to leave, or to be more accurate, to get the 'gift' that Xiong Zhi was talking about.

Finally done.

Xiong Zhi drank from her glass with a faint smile, dazzling nearby men without knowing it.

Now that everything was in place, it was time to slowly and secretly cut off someone's leg.

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