Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Li Qiao Lost Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Li Qiao Lost The Supre has made a move.
Li Qiao’s expression instantly turned cold, and her tapping fingers suddenly halted on the tabletop.
For the first ti in three years, she encountered a Supre from Venus.
Uncle Zong looked nervously at the auctioneer while anxiously waiting for Li Qiao’s instructions.
To tell the truth, once the Supre makes a move, Miss’s chances of winning are almost zero.
Unless the other party withdraws, otherwise…
At that mont, Uncle Zong lowered his voice, suggesting through the headset, “Miss, give up.
Once the Supre Card is played, even if you fill up the capital pool, you simply can’t win.”
The capital pool for top-tier mbers has a ceiling amount of thirty billion.
But this money is just equivalent to two or three rounds of multiplication bidding in front of the Supre.
Li Qiao didn’t respond to Uncle Zong; instead, she was contemplating how many tis she could go head to head with the Supre with the disposable cash in her hand.
In this scene, the allure of the “The Autobiography of the Stock God” for the entire venue had already been pushed to the pinnacle.
The fact that the Supre, who hadn’t bid in a long ti, ca out to compete for it was enough to prove its value.
But once the Supre made a move, no one dared to contend.
Even the other top-tier mbers had long since quieted down like chickens.
After a brief but fierce internal struggle, Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, her fingers slowly curled, and she coldly reported her price to Uncle Zong, “Thirty billion.”
Uncle Zong was stunned, a trace of helplessness crossed his eyes, yet he raised the bidding paddle without hesitation, “Thirty billion…”
He was sowhat surprised, not expecting the Miss to have such a strong attachnt to this unclaid autobiography.
At this mont, everyone’s gaze converged on Uncle Zong.
A stir went through the crowd.
Bidding six tis higher, from five to thirty billion, it was clear she was taking on the Supre.
Even Shang Fu, who had always been an observer, couldn’t help but chuckle.
She was certain the Supre was Shang Shaoyan; in such a scene, a top-tier mber who didn’t know the depth was actually trying to compete with him for an item.
That person’s brain didn’t seem to be very bright.
At that mont, the bidder’s gaze in the venue shifted back to the director of Venus Auction.
With a top-tier mber raising the bid sixfold, according to the rules, the Supre also had to match the sixfold increase in price.
It surely couldn’t be.
A deteriorating autobiography going for one hundred and eighty billion?
Was the Supre really willing to spend that much?
Then, the director of Venus Auction heard the instruction through the headset and looked sympathetically at Uncle Zong, clearing his throat and saying, “The Supre follows with a bid, three hundred billion.”
Fuck!
A tenfold increase in price.
The Supre, true to the na!
At that mont, in the Venus Auction House, money had completely beco just numbers.
Nurous people beca curious about the Supre’s identity and couldn’t help but adore them.
With three hundred billion thrown out, that top-tier mber would also have to follow with a tenfold increase.
Three trillion?
It was destined to be a loss.
At that ti, Uncle Zong was already sweating profusely; he covered the headset and said with a sense of relief, “Miss, give up.
It’s over, the price is beyond the total limit of your capital pool.”
The Venus mber system has strict standards, and the division of mber levels is based on these standards.
Because this is not just the capital pool but also the non-obligatory spending limit given by Venus.
If you don’t have flexible cash flow, then you can use the funds in the capital pool as you please, as long as you repay in full within three days.
A top-tier mber has a maximum capital pool limit of thirty billion, which also ans that Li Qiao’s maximum transaction amount for a single auction is the sa.
And for Supre mbers, there’s no limit to the capital pool, and that’s the crux of the privilege of being a Supre.
At that mont, Li Qiao pursed her lips without speaking, but she knew she had lost tonight.
Not to the Supre.
But she was defeated by the mbership privileges.
Indeed, this autobiography wasn’t that important to her, but it was rare to clash with a Supre mber, only to have to back off due to the grading system.
The other party had obviously deliberately raised the price to her maximum limit.
This feeling was as uncomfortable as having a fishbone stuck in the throat.
Li Qiao’s gaze was cold, and agitation tainted the bottom of her eyes, extrely annoyed, her fingers tightly clutching the teacup until her knuckles turned white.
There was silence for a few seconds at the venue, and Uncle Zong, not hearing a response from Li Qiao, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the end, “The Autobiography of the Stock God,” which had failed to sell three tis, was sold at the Venus Auction for thirty billion.
It also beca an oddity that the auction community would talk about for years to co.
Venus’s ability to turn trash into treasure was indeed rare in the world.
…
After the auction, Li Qiao sat in the lounge, fuming, her expressionless face staring at the large screen ahead, as her temper raged within her.
Before long, Uncle Zong walked in from the door, holding a small hand case.
An alarming sense of suffocation pervaded the lounge.
Uncle Zong carefully placed the hand case on the table and tried to console her, “Miss, don’t be too upset, this is… quite normal.
We haven’t encountered a Supre mber before, but even though we did tonight, it is still a glorious defeat.
I’ve been at Venus for so long, and I’ve never seen a top mber set a trap for a Supre mber.
Think about it, spending thirty billion on a worthless autobiography, the Supre mber must be annoyed too.”
Uncle Zong said this entirely to soothe Li Qiao.
But everyone knew that for a Supre mber, even spending thirty billion on a Coke wouldn’t cause any stir.
Because that’s the confidence and composure money brings.
At this mont, Li Qiao took a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, said in a very low voice, “I did not set a trap for him.”
She truly intended to compete with the Supre.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zong was stunned and found himself at a loss for words.
Half a minute later, Li Qiao cald herself down, and her eyes fell on the hand case, she said decisively, “Uncle Zong, have you seen tonight’s Supre mber?”
Uncle Zong shook his head in confusion, “No, the identity of a Supre mber is top secret at Venus.
My rank is not high enough, I can’t even enter the VIP floors, let alone et them.”
Li Qiao lowered her eyes, covering the irritation at the bottom of them.
She took the hand case from the table, put on her mask, and left the lounge with a sigh.
Uncle Zong escorted her to the VIP parking lot, watching the red sports car drive away, he couldn’t help shaking his head.
This was Miss’s first defeat at the Venus Auction House, one can only imagine what she felt.
…
After a while, Li Qiao drove out of the underground passage.
Just as she reached the curve connecting the garage and the service road, her path was blocked by a figure on the side of the road.
Normally, she might have slowed down to give way.
But Li Qiao was in an extrely repressed mood at the mont, her face cold as she honked the horn, the roaring sound of the engine also produced a huge noise.
At that mont, the figure loitering by the side of the road, upon hearing the horn, not only didn’t dodge but continued to casually stride across the road.
As the car drew closer, just one second before a collision could occur, a piercing ergency brake sliced through the tranquillity of the night.
The front of the Maserati was less than half a ter from the man’s legs by the side of the street.
The man held a cigarette butt in his hand, looked back at the car with contempt, then the next second, he turned, leaned on one leg, and stepped on the Maserati’s emblem with a sneer.
And in that mont when he turned his face, Li Qiao also saw that familiar face.
Qui Huan!
At that ti, Qiu Huan, with one leg resting on the hood, his elbow pressed against his knee, flashed a wicked smile, and, lifting his chin, said to the Maserati’s cockpit, “Rushing to reincarnate at high speed?”
He couldn’t see the person inside the cockpit, but he could vaguely tell it was a woman.
Wearing a mask, hair tied in a bun, too ashad to show your face this late at night?
The car window slowly rolled down, Qiu Huan narrowed his eyes, and once again ground his heel on the hood, “Friend, do you know what the consequences would be if you hit ?”
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