Chapter 166 - IAmFashionista (III)

The third batch of dresses was quickly sold.

The prices of the dress in the third branch was more exorbitant than the previous batches. It was because the guests were fighting to win one dress. Some VIP even participated. It was the last batch after all.

Mr. Cang walked to the staged again.

"I know our queen and kings are waiting for this moment. The final dress. It's a bit unique than any dress that I made in the past years. Though, all the dresses are all unique. But this dress is one of the dresses I have designed five years ago. I have only finished it this year. I want to present it as the final dress in my fifth year to commemorate our time spent together in this event and the wealth we spent every year. "

The guest perked up their ears. Especially the VIP. The guest doesn't care about how was it made or the meaning behind it. But the reason that Mr. Cang and the entire IAmFashionista was giving this kind of attention to this dress, made all of them want to bid for this dress.

This was actually the goal of Mr. Cang and the organizer.

To spend more money on the dress.

The VIP were all smart people who know the in and out of such a situation. However, even they knew that Mr. Cang was intentionally doing this, they ignored it. 

The important part for them was being the one who brought that dress.

Mr. Cang saw that he captured all the guest's intentions.

He continued speaking.

"This dress is made by the finest threads that were soaked in genuine liquid gold. I used red rubies and crushed them into small pieces and ask a professional to shape it into a rose. I threaded it together with golden threads. It took me a really long time to finish this. With a heart and mind of thinking of this day, I called this dress the 'Golden Rose Time'."

The lights turned off once again, Xiong Wuyue came out with all the spotlights pointed at her.

She, who was waiting at the backstage, heard Mr. Cang's speech. It made her love the dress more. She would not let anyone have it. No matter how much it took her.

The dress lives up to its name. It was worthy of these mighty figures to fight over for the owner of owning the dress.

Xiong Wuyue who would soon own this dress that only fits her and coveted by everyone walked in the platform with a confident and proud smile on her face. 

She took her time to bask in this light.

Xiong Zhi who was sipping on her wine watched Xiong Wuyue. Then she noticed something and smirk.

Xiong Zhi's hate to Xiong Wuyue turned into an obsession of making Xiong Wuyue fall into the disgusting and darkest pit. When she was locked up in the beast's mansion, her dark side was always thinking of Xiong Wuyue. Those times that she was beaten, she always thought of her dear cousin who brought her to the gates of hell.

She keeps asking 'why', ', how could they stomach that', until that her mind subconsciously understands her enemy. Her enemy's greed, their jealousy, the remorse of someone stepping on them. But of course, it was not to pity them. Evil people who crashed other innocent people don't need pity. They have no right to have it. Xiong Zhi, who hated Xiong Wuyue to the max, to the point of understanding her, knew exactly what Xiong Wuyue smile and the look in those eyes.

She knew that Xiong Wuyue already settled herself on the dress. Her eyes were basically saying, 'It's mine. The thing that you want is mine. I can only own it.' 

Knowing Xiong Wuyue's taste, Xiong Zhi was sure that Xiong Wuyue already keeps the dress as her possession.

Xiong Zhi was not fond of dresses. Especially flashy ones. But she was fond of taking away that smile on Xiong Wuyue.

Mr. Cang's voice then echoed in the big room.

"The starting price is 50 million."

The bidding started.

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"200 million." The fight was intense as it was the last dress. Furthermore, it was given so much attention that every people here wanted to own the dress.

"250 million." A guest from the normal guest raised his plaque.

It was the moment when a VIP started to bid.

"350 million." 

"400 million." Another VIP chimed in.

"450 million." The normal guest who was bidding did not give up.

"600." 

The guest turned silent and looked at the newly joined VIP.

It came from the front table. The golden black-masked man. The one who spoke was the older one. 

Old Lu and Lu Yin Ze frowned when they heard the voice. It feels familiar to them.

The normal guest greeted his teeth.

"650 million."

"700 million." One of the VIPs did not give up.

The golden masked raised his plaque again.

"800."

The guest and the other VIP turned to the mask's table again. They were the only three who were left bidding for the dress.

Mr. Cang eyes sparkled. He was waiting for the dress to be raised to 1 billion. The maximum price they expect in the dress was 1 Billion. 

Xiong Wuyue squeezed her eyes. She was cursing the gold-and-black mask man internally. She looked at the normal guest who was bidding since earlier.

Xiong Zhi who kept watching Xiong Wuyue noticed this and glanced at the back.

She saw the normal guest who keeps bidding and fighting with the VIP. She recognized him. He was the man who mumbled about the Xiong in mandarin. Then it clicked to her. 

Now she knew why Xiong Wuyue was being confident. Of course, her father, who had wide connections would surely make a deal with someone to buy that dress.

Xiong Zhi smiled.

'Good.'

Then she looked at her left. The problem now was these mask men.

It would be a problem if she fought with them. 

But..she looked at her plaque. At the Xiong's plaque.

"Grandfather." Xiong Zhi called out to her grandfather.

"850." 

The bidding was still continuing.

Old Xiong looked at his granddaughter who was holding the plaque.

"Do you want to join the bid?"

"950." 

"Yes. I like to own that dress." 

Old Xiong nodded.

"Alright. It's my gift."

Xiong Zhi smiled. 

"1 b-billion." The normal guest said this difficulty. 1 million was nothing to him. But 1 billion was big for him and even to the guest and the VIP.

However, if he bought this dress he would be the talk of the year who went against a VIP. Besides, he would only pay half of the dress. The other half would be paid by that Xiong from the second branch. He doesn't need the dress so it's alright to give it to them. He only cared about the title.

The guests started to whisper. 

One billion. The 50 million jumped to one billion. In the history of IAmFashionista, it was the most expensive dress so far.

However, since the were still a VIP who was fighting, they wondered if this would be the last price.

Mr. Cang was the same. His eyes were anticipating for the gold and black mask man to bid more.

It was only Xiong Wuyue who was staring daggers at the mask men.

The gold and black mask man did not disappoint Mr. Cang.

"2 Billion. Aigo. This is my last price."

Mr. Cang was happy. However before he says going once, the guest from earlier was still bidding.

That guest gritted his teeth that even his table mates could hear it.

"2-2.5 Billion! I win! No more bidding!" The normal guest could not bid any more. Even he has to pay half, the half was more than one billion. It hurts him. If he knows that this dress would cost him a billion he should have bid in the first or second dress.

Xiong Wuyue sighed out of relief. She was smiling to that guest. Her eyes were saying 'good job.'

The masked man just shrugged his shoulders. And commented, 

"Too bad. It goes beyond my budget." Well for Ming Zhi Yi, the dress was not important. The importance was to make a name for this. Even though his name here was only XLX. 

'VIP XLX bid for the third dress raising the price for 2 Billion.'

This might be the second headline tomorrow.

Ming Zhi Yi laughed. He finds that headline funny. VIP XLX. XLX. XLX.

"Hahaha!" He could not hold it anymore that he laughed out loud. 

Lu Jin glanced at his crazed father. Then he looked at the other two in the table. 

Old Lu and Lu Yin Ze were flabbergasted by this sudden laugh. 

Lu Jin ignored his father who was enjoying himself. Then he looked at the stage. It looks like the third dress would be finally sold off. After this, their 'real' business would start.

However, he was wrong. It was not yet the end.

"3 Billion." A cool voice from the front table stunned everyone.