This feeling made her feel like a maggot attached to her bones, making her feel uneasy.
But when she turned around and saw Elena beside her, she couldn't bring herself to tell her about what had just happened.
Because it's so embarrassing.
She was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Not to mention telling him the person he has always envied and felt inferior to.
As the lights focused on the auction table, Haitong turned her head again and tried to focus all her attention on the auction.
At this moment, she remembered that the exhibition brochure that Elena asked her about seemed to contain a collection that the country had been looking for, a bronze ware.
But she deliberately didn't contact anyone in Beijing.
When you don't know about this.
In everyone's eyes, she has become the representative of ignorance, childishness and willfulness. Don't Grandpa Ye and Aunt Lan like Qiao Nian
Let Qiao Nian sit here and help them take the things back!
*
A few smaller, moderately priced collections were first auctioned.
It’s almost time for the finale.
Qiao Niancai saw the staff pushing a cart onto the stage. The things on the cart were covered with red silk. Just from the outside, it was impossible to tell what was inside.
But Qiao Nian put away his previous carelessness and sat up straight.
really.
The auctioneer said, "Next is the highlight of our charity auction tonight, the bronze double-ram statue."
"Everyone, please look."
She pulled open the red silk covering the item, revealing the true face of the treasure hidden on the cart.
An ancient bronze artifact was displayed intact in front of everyone.
When the light shines on the simple color of the Double Ram Zun, you can see the beauty that has been deposited on it over the years, which has passed through a long history and is displayed to people today.
The auctioneer also introduced the collection on the stage.
“…This is a private collection of our sponsor. Miss A holds a charity auction every year and donates the money raised to the children.”
"Let's thank Miss A."
"Hala la la." Qiao Nian looked at the people below who were applauding like a tide and pulled the corners of his mouth into a mocking arc.
These people are using the stolen treasures from other people's homes for private auctions. In their eyes, I seem to be a good person? Qiao Nian suppressed his anger, knowing that he couldn't rely on brute force to take back these things, otherwise these people might turn from "good people" into ruthless people who would rather destroy the cultural relics than return them.
These cultural relics are not theirs.
How can they cherish it
Qiao Nian let out a breath and waited for the auctioneer below to call out the price.
"The starting price for this collection is $10 million."
"The bidding starts now!"
Following an order.
The auctioneer dropped the hammer first.
Many people are interested in this kind of historically significant collection. In their eyes, such collections can not only improve their aesthetic taste, but also be kept at home and wait for appreciation in value.
So after the auctioneer asked for the bidding to begin, the sound of bidding never stopped.
"Number 16, 20 million."
"Oh." The auctioneer saw a new number plate being raised: "Mr. No. 11 bids 35 million."
After just a few rounds, the price converted into domestic currency has begun to move towards nine digits.
Qiao Nian was in no hurry to join them.
Instead, wait until the bid reaches 100 million.
She just joined the bidding.
"Number 3, 230 million."
She announced the price.
The auctioneer finished his bid.
There was an uproar among the people sitting outside.
"Two hundred and thirty million?"
"Who is it? Who adds 100 million right away?"
"Those in the box."
(End of this chapter)