Capítulo 1933: Chapter 1831: Headache_3
The audience was silent.
“Eight million!” Zhang Dongfang called out again.
This ti, no one followed suit.
Zhang Dongfang looked at the audience’s reaction, finally satisfied, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat.
The collectors remained silent.
“Eight million once.”
“Eight million twice.”
“Eight million thir—”
“Nine million!”
A loud, powerful voice ca from the corner.
Those intimidated by Zhang Dongfang swiftly turned their heads to see who dared speak up, their expressions varied.
So were purely curious, so excited by the tension, so feeling exhilarated, gazing at the varied faces filled with joy, anger, happiness, and sorrow.
The bidder was none other than Song Xiaodong, quietly watching the drama unfold from the corner.
“Can’t you understand?” Zhang Dongfang slapped the table with a “bang” and stood to see the bidder, none other than the young man he had just mocked.
“Fine, you’re gutsy; I won’t bid a single penny!” Zhang Dongfang thought this person was just a small-ti businessman seeking foreign investnt.
“Ten million!” Zhang Dongfang re-bid.
The audience let out a collective gasp.
“Ten million just for a broken vase, if for investnt, it surely brings three to four million returns a year! This Zhang Dongfang really is wealthy.”
Song Xiaodong chuckled lightly and gestured with his hand, indicating “please.”
“Ten million once!”
“Ten million twice!”
“Ten million three tis!”
“Bang!”
“Sold!”
Listening to the auctioneer’s gavel, Zhang Dongfang felt his scalp tingle.
Song Xiaodong rely bid once, causing Zhang Dongfang to waste two million more.
“Dumb pig!” Song Xiaodong sat down, unable to hold back his laughter.
“You’re so bad!” Chu Xianling excitedly slapped Song Xiaodong’s arm.
Zhang Dongfang didn’t even bother to look at the vase, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, thinking, “Kid, just you wait!”
Chapter 1833: How Many Slots on the Credit Card Machine
“Alright, next up is the last item of tonight’s auction, the one with the highest starting price, the Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase!”
The auctioneer unveiled the cloth, and Song Xiaodong and Chu Xianling saw it was the piece they had set their sights on.
“A porcelain piece from the Kangxi era, quite different from the Qianlong period, with subtler colors. Friends who like this style must seize the opportunity; the starting bid for this Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase is eight million nine hundred thousand!”
“What? Eight million nine hundred thousand? It’s even pricier than the big vase just now!”
“This piece is more subtly and understated, with a much better overall tone than that big vase!”
“It’s also priced far higher than that big vase!”
“Let the Overseas Chinese and Mr. Song fight over it; I’ve worked hard for thirty years, and my net worth isn’t even worth a vase.” So big bosses began to mock themselves.
“Ten million!” With a wager with Song Xiaodong, Zhang Dongfang opened with ten million, then turned to provoke Song Xiaodong with his gaze.
“Twelve million!” Song Xiaodong raised his paddle, calling out the bid loudly.
“Great, this is the most expensive item at this auction; please, both gentlen bidding, co up on stage!” Seeing the fierce competition and substantial amounts, the auctioneer had a bright idea and invited the two big bosses to the stage.
“Once they take the stage, in front of the big bosses of Minghe City, they cannot easily back down; it seems today this piece will be sold for a sky-high price!”
“This auctioneer is really tricky!”
“Otherwise, how could they host an auction like this!”
Song Xiaodong led Chu Xianling to the stage.
Chu Xianling wore a gray semi-transparent evening gown, beige lining, gray translucent gauze skirt, with her long legs and arms subtly visible, white high heels beneath, curled hair, and a fairy-like aura, as if untouched by worldly smoke, stepping on stage, the sound of heels like chis, leaving the oily small bosses in awe.
Song Xiaodong also wore a fitting, sleek suit, looking handso and confident, the pair a perfect match.
With Chu Xianling on stage, the auction’s beautiful host paled in comparison.
“May I ask, what are the nas of the gentlen?”
“Zhang Dongfang.”
“Oh, this is Mr. Zhang Dongfang, and this gentleman?”
“Song Xiaodong.”
“Alright, Mr. Song Xiaodong.”
“And this lovely lady?”
“I am Miss Chu, thank you.”
“Alright, Miss Chu.”
“Good evening, gentlen, we now officially start the auction of tonight’s last exhibit, the Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase, Mr. Song’s bid at twelve million.”
“Mr. Song, tonight I’ll make sure you leave Minghe.”
“Mr. Zhang, tonight I’ll make sure you leave Hua Country.”
The gentlen began trading fierce words.
“Young people need to experience arrogance; it’s good to suffer a bit.”
“Old n love to teach others; losing face is acceptable.” Song Xiaodong called Zhang Dongfang an old man.
In fact, Zhang Dongfang was only in his forties.
“What did you say?” Zhang Dongfang beca instantly angry, raising his fists.
“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Zhang, calm down, calm down, you already own a big vase, there’s no need to fight Mr. Song over this countrified item!” Secretary Xu saw the two about to quarrel again, hurried onto the stage to diate, also giving Song Xiaodong a look.
“Secretary Xu, don’t interfere, this is a personal vendetta and won’t affect my investnt strategy in Minghe.” Zhang Dongfang invited Secretary Xu back to the audience.
“Alright, now the auction resus, Mr. Song’s twelve million once!”
“Thirteen million!” Zhang Dongfang bid.
“Haha… thirteen million… what exactly does this Zhang Dongfang do…”
“Indeed, what kind of Overseas Chinese is he? He’s already bought two; the first two alone cost more than ten million!”
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