"Do you know the auction rules?"
Zhao Junhan suppressed his impatience and looked at her sideways. Feng Nan said:
"Sheng Jingzhi explained it very clearly, and there is nothing wrong with my ears."
There is no reserve price for the signature. It is added up according to the rule of two, five, and eight. By now, the price has reached 120,000. The price increase is not much each time. This price is still within the range that Feng Nan can afford. Zhao Junhan actually said that it was enough.
Feng Nan couldn't help but laugh:
"That's enough. When will Mr. Zhao feel sorry for the thousands of dollars?"
She showed contempt in her eyes, showing her disdain for Zhao Junhan on her face. She originally thought that Zhao Junhan would be furious after hearing her sarcasm, but Zhao Junhan was not angry at all. Instead, he propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair, supported his chin, looked at her sideways, and made a "tsk tsk" sound:
"Feng Nan, I am beginning to doubt whether you are the real Feng Nan or whether you have been taken over by some wandering ghost."
He spoke carelessly, and even blurted out the words. Zhao Junhan had never really thought about it that way at all. However, although he said it unintentionally, the listener took it seriously. As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Nan's face turned pale.
Zhao Junhan's unintentional words immediately touched upon the most shameful secret in Feng Nan's heart.
At that moment, she was like a panicked thief who bumped into the owner of the lost property. She shrank back instinctively. She was so panicked that she felt her heartbeat seemed to have stopped. She could only hear the blood rushing in her head and the blood vessels throbbing desperately.
This moment seemed particularly long to Feng Nan. The more she looked at Zhao Junhan's face, the more she felt that he seemed to have discovered something.
What did he discover? Did he know that he was not Feng Nan? What did he see
Feng Nan felt as if her body was out of her control. She even felt that she should smile at this moment, scold him for talking nonsense, and tell him to shut up.
But when she tried to pull the corners of her mouth, she felt that her lips were stiff and she had no power to lift them up.
Her face must have looked very ugly at this moment, because she noticed that there was suspicion in Zhao Junhan's eyes.
Feng Nan felt that breathing was extremely difficult, and the noisy sounds around her seemed to disappear in an instant. She could not see anyone in the conference hall. She only saw Zhao Junhan's face full of disgust.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the blood that had been rushing from her body to her head suddenly fell rapidly from her brain. She was shivering all over, and her heart was beating rapidly and wildly, "boom boom boom," as if it had just come to its senses.
She seemed to have recovered from her shock. The noisy sounds around her started again. She mechanically raised the sign in her hand, and Sheng Jingzhi shouted:
"One hundred and eighty thousand..."
At that moment, Feng Nan felt as if several dozen minutes had passed, but in fact only a few seconds had passed.
Her pale face was hidden under thick foundation, and Zhao Junhan's cold laugh came:
"... Do you think the rule is to increase the amount from 5,000 to 8,000?... Didn't the Feng family take you to such an auction?"
"After reaching 120,000, every time you raise a card, you increase it by 150,000 or 180,000..."
He was still reminding, and didn't realize how much of a shadow his previous words had cast on Feng Nan. Feng Nan didn't even look at him, for fear that he was sitting next to him, so close that he could see the remaining fear in his eyes.
However, she heard what Zhao Junhan said and she was a little angry.
In her previous life, she rarely attended such occasions. Before her rebirth, she was not well-known in the circle and had few works. She was not invited to the charity banquet hosted by "Times Style".
She had attended several banquets with Zhao Junhan as a female companion, and had seen the wealthy people in their circle auctioning things off, just by holding up placards.
There is a fixed amount of money to be raised each time the placard is raised. She did not expect that the so-called 'two, five, eight' rule would increase the price based on the increase after reaching 120,000.
After coming back to her senses, Feng Nan realized that Zhao Junhan's previous words should have been a sarcasm towards her, but he just happened to hit the nail on the head, which was why she panicked and lost her composure.
In fact, she didn't need to be so panicked. Even if he realized something was wrong, he had no evidence.
She comforted herself with a few words in her heart, still holding up the sign. The price of the signature had quickly soared to 520,000.
Even at this point, several stars were still relentless in their pursuit, and it was obvious that they, like Feng Nan, were determined to get Zhang Jing'an's autograph.
Such a price is actually far beyond the price of this autograph. Jiang Se noticed that when the price reached 720,000, the surrounding media were already whispering.
There are still two people who have not let go, one is Feng Nan, and the other is actress Zhao Ruoyun, who once played a role in "Rescue Operation" like Feng Nan.
At this point, the prices the two people called out have completely exceeded the value of the signature itself, and there is no need to argue any further, but both actresses have no intention of letting go, which has attracted the attention of many people.
This item was sought after by many people from the beginning, but now only two people are bidding. The situation is somewhat awkward. However, Feng Nan does not seem to realize that she has become a laughing stock. She still refuses to admit defeat and has already bid up to '880,000'.
Feng Zhongliang's face turned ugly. Feng Nan's behavior was simply embarrassing.
The daughter of Zhongnan Industrial was now competing with a little star for a director's autograph, and she offered a high price of nearly 900,000!
The media reporters were worried about having no news materials, but Feng Nan took the initiative to deliver two news materials to them overnight.
At this point, what they are fighting for is their dignity and their face, and no one is likely to let go voluntarily.
The price of autographs kept rising. Zhao Junhan crossed his arms over his chest, sneering continuously. He felt it was extremely embarrassing to sit with Feng Nan.
He tried several times to control the urge to leave the venue immediately, but because of Feng Zhongliang sitting in the VIP seat, he had to hold back his anger.
It was not until the price of the autograph soared to 1.58 million that Zhao Ruoyun stopped raising the sign after being stopped by her agent.
When Sheng Jingzhi made the final decision and confirmed that the signature was Feng Nan's, Feng Nan found it difficult to smile in the face of the people around him who looked like they were enjoying a show.
She was very angry at the moment. She had originally expected to get the autograph for less than 300,000 yuan, but in the end she spent five times more than expected to get it.
Outsiders were not as envious of her as she had initially expected. Instead, everyone looked at her as if she were a sick nouveau riche.
She spent so much money, and it was a sensation. Feng Nan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and didn't even have the courage to turn around and look at the media in the distance. She could almost imagine how the media would describe her tomorrow. (To be continued)