Chapter 61: 061 Spent Three Hundred Million on a Fake Painting, etup [1 Update] Chapter 61: 061 Spent Three Hundred Million on a Fake Painting, etup [1 Update] “Bidder number 7 offers ninety million!” Just at this mont, the auctioneer shouted excitedly, “Ninety million for the first ti!”
Number 7?
Zhou Hechen’s expression paused, and his eyes changed.
If he wasn’t mistaken, number 7 was the VIP booth.
If it had been any other day, Zhou Hechen would have chosen to back down, but he had seen Ye Wanlan being taken into this booth earlier.
Although he couldn’t hear any voices, what else could happen when a man and a woman were left alone in a room?
It was he who didn’t want Ye Wanlan, but that didn’t an others could just pick up what he discarded.
Zhou Hechen, suppressing his anger, continued to raise the bid: “One hundred million.”
The auctioneer imdiately shouted, “Bidder number 3 offers one hundred million! It seems our number 3 bidder also adores Princess Yongning’s painting!”
Less than a minute had passed, and the atmosphere soared instantly!
The rapid change in the painting’s price made other interested bidders hesitate.
“That’s too fast, especially the person in number 7, who raises the bid by a lot each ti.”
“I do know the bidder number 3; he is the second son of the Zhou Family of Jiangcheng, but number 7…”
Up to now, no one knew who was sitting in booth number 7, not even the auctioneer.
However, the dispute between Ye Wanlan and Sheng Yunyi earlier had been heard and seen by many.
Yan Tingfeng drank his tea leisurely and then placed a bid: “One hundred and fifty million.”
“Brother, keep calm, keep calm,” Rong Yu exclaid in shock, “This is a fake; if it really ends up on our hands, the loss would be insurmountable.”
It seed he had figured out that because of the earlier incident, Yan Tingfeng was venting anger on behalf of Ye Wanlan.
But whether Zhou Hechen would fall for the trick was still unknown.
What if…
“Hechen, the price is too high, don’t bid anymore,” Sheng Yunyi was also advising Zhou Hechen at the sa ti, “After all, this painting was done when Princess Yongning was twelve, not as mature as her other works, it’s not worth this price. The other party has abundant wealth, we…”
Who exactly was in VIP booth number 7?
This ti, Zhou Hechen unusually didn’t heed Sheng Yunyi’s advice; his tone as cold as frost, he squeezed out two words between his teeth: “Two hundred million.”
“Two hundred million!” Rong Yu beca anxious: “Brother, please don’t bid, he’s definitely not as rich as you, but what if he doesn’t follow up?”
Yan Tingfeng closed his eyes to rest, not responding, only his fingers gently tapping on his palm.
“Th… Three number 3 bidder offers two hundred million!” even the auctioneer was stunned, “Is there anyone who will bid higher than two hundred million? Two hundred million for the first ti, two hundred million for the second ti, two hundred and… ”
“Two hundred and fifty million,” Yan Tingfeng eventually placed another bid.
This ti he directly added fifty million more.
Smack!
Rong Yu’s hanging heart died.
It was over; he had lost count of how many small goals Yan Tingfeng had spent during this ti.
“Hechen, let them have it,” Sheng Yunyi was shocked by the terrifying speed at which booth number 7 was raising the bid, “It’s hard to say it’s not Miss Ye who wants it… We all know each other, so let’s not fight over it.”
The Zhou Family was not like the Fang Family, passionately fond of painting and calligraphy; were they to spend a few hundred million on a painting, the Zhou Family would definitely not agree.
Fury surged up in Zhou Hechen’s chest; he could no longer contain a myriad of emotions and laughed with rage: “Three hundred million!”
“…”
The whole venue fell silent.
Many people thought Zhou Hechen had simply gone mad.
Yan Tingfeng stood up; he lifted his hand and slightly lifted the curtain.
The light shone in, allowing Zhou Hechen a glimpse of the figure on the other side.
It was a tall and upright young man; despite the hot June weather and the air conditioning turned on inside the venue for cooling, he was still wearing a coat, draped with a scarf.
But the ray of light was too narrow, and Zhou Hechen still couldn’t see his face.
“I bid three hundred million,” Zhou Hechen said again, his gaze cold.
“Bidder number 3 offers three hundred million!” the auctioneer hamred down excitedly, “Three hundred million for the first ti, three hundred million for the second ti… Three hundred… ”
Everyone held their breath, waiting for booth number 7 to bid.
But this ti, there was no sound.
“Sold!” the auctioneer announced loudly, “Congratulations to bidder number 3 for successfully purchasing Princess Yongning’s genuine painting!”
The pent-up frustration in Zhou Hechen’s heart dissipated at that mont.
So what if it’s a VIP booth?
Was it still not comparable to him?
“What a generous bid, sir. Then I will painfully let you have it,” Yan Tingfeng said with a profound look, “Three hundred million for a painting by Princess Yongning, that’s a good deal.”
If only the painting were not a fake.
Zhou Hechen furrowed his brow.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t prepare extra funds for this occasion; I just casually bid a few tis,” Yan Tingfeng said with a mild, warm smile, “Let alone three hundred million, I can’t even co up with thirty million, but it seems you are indeed wealthier, sir.”
At this point, how could Zhou Hechen not understand that he had been played, the other party had been deliberately driving up the price!
“You—!”
Zhou Hechen’s fist clenched tight, his fingertips turning white from the force, the rage surging up again, but he had no outlet to unleash it.
If the other party had raised the bid again, he would have gracefully retreated, letting the other party bleed heavily.
But in the end, it had landed on himself!
Yan Tingfeng paid no attention to Zhou Hechen as he retreated to a private box, “Three hundred million, as a gift for Miss Ye.”
Ye Wanlan gazed deeply at him.
In terms of controlling people’s hearts, Yan Tingfeng’s level was unknowably higher than Rong Yu’s.
This, instead, caused a faint tremor in her heart, a feeling like finally eting a worthy opponent.
She really wanted to have a battle.
“Sir,” at this mont, Bing He returned as silently as before, holding a box in his hands.
“This is a return gift,” Yan Tingfeng gestured for Bing He to hand the box to Ye Wanlan.
Ye Wanlan picked up the fragnts in the box and gently caressed them.
In her past life, she was born during a ti of war, her mother brutally killed by enemy troops. The King of Yan, five years her senior, took her and fled from the palace.
The siblings road outside the palace together, dependent on each other for survival.
The King of Yan was not good with words, but did more than anyone else.
When she was five years old, the turmoil in Shenzhou was finally quelled, and Ning Zhaozong went to great efforts to bring them back from among the common folk.
Latterly she moved into the East Palace, adorned with a crown, and beca the Crown Prince of Daning, while the King of Yan also suppressed other dissenting forces.
After that, he chose to travel to the northwest frontier to guard the desolate mountains, protecting the territory of Shenzhou.
The armor fragnts still bore mottled traces left by sharp blades.
She couldn’t imagine the cruelty of the battle that occurred three hundred years ago nor the suffering the King of Yan must have endured at the ti of his death.
Ye Wanlan’s heart quivered, feeling as though a hole had been torn open in her chest, cold wind roaring in, every slight breath tugging at nurous piercing pains.
This was her blood relative.
Thus cruelly slain by the enemy.
And she, having co to a Shenzhou three hundred years later, couldn’t even seek vengeance for them.
Ye Wanlan carefully placed the fragnt of the Profound Iron Gold Wire Armor into her bag and exhaled slowly, “A very good gift, thank you.”
Yan Tingfeng’s eyes were clear, and he seed to speak quite casually, “Does Miss Ye also like the King of Yan a lot?”
Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, “I like many people, not just the King of Yan. There are also Princess Jingan, King Qin, the Sect Leaders of the Six Great Sects… heroes and heroines of the world, regardless of gender, I like them all.”
“No wonder you’re a history student,” Rong Yu exclaid, “Those who know a lot really do know a lot. If you ask who the Sect Leaders of the Six Great Sects are, I probably couldn’t even na them.”
“Who do you like the most?” Yan Tingfeng asked again.
Ye Wanlan replied unhurriedly, “Princess Yongning.”
At that, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, a smile like a pool of spring water in his eyes, “It seems I share the sa taste as Miss Ye.”
Rong Yu: “…”
Oh, please, there are so many who like Princess Yongning, with hundreds of millions in the nation sharing your taste, yet you didn’t say a word.
Rong Yu stuffed a pastry in his mouth, fearing he would blurt out what he was thinking and then get beaten up for it.
**
Inside private box number 3.
Zhou Hechen clenched his eyes shut forcefully, but still, he couldn’t dispel the anger, which only felt more suffocating.
“Hechen…” Sheng Yunyi held his hand gently, carefully saying, “Hechen, it was all deliberate on their part, it’s not your fault, they were just being cunning.”
“No—” The angrier Zhou Hechen felt, the clearer his mind beca. He took a deep breath, “I was careless and got played.”
“Hechen, the other party is quite scheming, you really can’t bla yourself.” Sheng Yunyi sighed, “I just asked, VIP boxes can be bought with money, probably they were just small-ti swindlers puffing themselves up.”
Zhou Hechen pinched his brow.
He was just thinking about how to broach the subject with Father Zhou and Madam Zhou.
He had already failed to cooperate with Quan Zhaoning, and Madam Zhou already harbored dissatisfaction toward him. If she learned that he spent three hundred million on a painting to cheer up Sheng Yunyi, she would inevitably compare him with his elder brother again.
“At least, we got hold of a genuine work by Princess Yongning.” Sheng Yunyi thought for a bit, “After I’ve finished studying this painting, we can sell it to the Fang Family, what do you think?”
Zhou Hechen nodded, his expression revealing weariness, “Alright, we’ll do as you say.”
There was no better way than this.
The genuine work of Princess Yongning fetched a high price of three hundred million, making the rest of the auction items seem less interesting.
One hour later, the auction ended and Zhou Hechen strode out, heading for box number 7.
Zhou Family had never really grood him as a successor; he hadn’t learned much about etiquette, so he simply reached out and pulled the curtain directly.
However, the box was empty, with only the teacups still retaining so warmth.
Had they left?
Zhou Hechen made a fist and pounded it heavily against the wall.
He would rember this debt.
“Go check, find out who from South City Art Center attended today’s auction,” Zhou Hechen said, his eyes icy as he contacted his subordinate.
“Yes, President Zhou.”
Zhou Hechen took a few breaths before leaving with Sheng Yunyi.
Ten minutes earlier, Ye Wanlan, Yan Tingfeng, and Rong Yu had already left the venue.
“Student Ye, shall we have lunch together?” Rong Yu was all smiles, “After such a successful event, we should celebrate with a good al.”
“I was thinking the sa,” Ye Wanlan said, holding her phone, “Thank you both for your help, my teacher would like to invite you to a al.”
“Your teacher?” Rong Yu asked in surprise, “From No.7 Middle School?”
Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, leading them to a restaurant she had reserved in advance, and handed the nu over, “Order first, my teacher will be here soon.”
Five minutes later, the door opened and Yan Tingyue walked in.
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