Xin Luo was waiting to see the wonderful program arranged by Lu Yuchen.
But after waiting for a long time, the auction is still going on in an orderly manner, with no sign of ending.
"The following is the seventeenth lot, a clear famille rose vase with a pattern of blessings and longevity, with a starting price of 80 million yuan."
On the auction stage, the voice of the auctioneer came again.
Xin Luo felt unable to sit still, and was about to ask Lu Yuchen how long it would be to end.
The phone vibrated from the handbag.
"It's my mother." Xin Luo took out her phone, her expression became tense,
She whispered in Lu Yuchen's ear: "My mother's phone call, I'll go out and answer it. You wait for me to come back, and then stage the good show you said... Don't start first."
She had been thinking about it for several days, waiting to see how Lu Yuchen would deal with the Shen family and Wan Weiwei.
If Lu Yuchen dared to start while she was away, she would definitely not be able to spare him.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." The man shook his head helplessly, for the childish cuteness of the little woman.
Xin Luo took her mobile phone and went out through the VIP passage.
As soon as Xinluo left, Lu Yuchen heard a soft and soft cry, which came from the VIP seat on the right.
"Don't bid, this clear pastel colored thin fetal bottle with a pattern of blessings and longevity is a fake."
"Impossible, this auction is hosted by the imperial court, there can be no fakes."
"Old man, believe me, this clear pastel thin fetal bottle is indeed a fake, please don't bid any further."
"Yes, but..."
This lot number 17 has already been bid for 140 million.
The old man who spoke once made a bid at 120 million, and it has now been surpassed.
He seemed to want to continue to increase the price, but was stopped by the girl next to him.
Although the girl's pure and graceful voice was very delicate, her tone of voice was firm.
Naturally, Lu Yuchen also heard the conversation between the two.
If it was someone else, I'm afraid he would have stepped forward to explain it by now.
But Lu Yuchen was not a warm-hearted and friendly man.
Whether others miss the opportunity or slander his company, someone will naturally deal with it.
Even if others discussed it beside him.
He also acted like nothing happened, and he didn't mean to ask any questions.
Following Shen Zi's order, Monica deliberately approached Lu Yuchen.
Seeing that Shen Zi sent Xin Luo away on purpose, she spoke up in such a tactful way.
Who knows, Lu Yuchen didn't even have the slightest intention of taking the bait.
Monica was secretly anxious, so she could only add more fire.
"Old man, if you don't believe me, I'll show you a photo. I didn't want to show it, but seeing your age, I really can't bear to see you being deceived."
After Monica finished speaking, she called up the picture that had been prepared in the phone.
"Here, you saw it. Is this exactly the same as the clear pastel bottle on the stage?"
The old gentleman sitting next to Monica is a very prestigious old collector in the industry.
He originally believed in his own vision, and also believed in the reputation of the imperial court.
But when he saw the picture that Monica took out, he was quickly attracted by the clear pastel thin fetal bottle in the picture.
"This, this, this...how can they be exactly the same? Little girl, where did you take this pastel thin fetal bottle?"
"This is a collection in my family, which has been passed down for several generations." Monica said the lines she had prepared long ago.
The old man is an old pedant, and he is also a dead man. He frowned when he heard what Monica said.
Suddenly, he picked up Monica's cell phone, stretched it directly to the left, and reached it in front of Lu Yuchen.
"Young Master Chen, shouldn't you explain to us? Why is the collection in this little girl's house exactly the same as the pastel thin fetal bottle that is being auctioned on the stage?!"
[I got off work late on Monday, I just wrote a chapter, and I will continue to write and update later]