Huo Sijue looked confused: "Don't go crazy."
He raised his legs to leave, but Nanzhi could only follow behind him.
When we re-entered the venue, we had already auctioned the third product, which was a jadeite bracelet left over from the Ming Dynasty. It was made by the royal family and has been preserved to this day.
I don’t know what means this auction house used to obtain such a treasure.
Nanzhi sat there, bored and uninterested.
It was a rich man's game from beginning to end, and she was just a foil.
"Does it look good?" Huo Sijue suddenly asked.
"It looks good, of course it looks good." Nanzhi said perfunctorily.
Once the money is in place, even shit will be shiny and golden, let alone something as genuine as this.
"Hold your sign."
"good."
Um?
Nanzhi came back to his senses: "Did I hear you right? The price is 10 million. Do you want to buy this?"
She regretted it as soon as she said it.
Of course I had to buy such an expensive bracelet to please the canary. You just help him hold up signs to please others, why are you so arrogant?
Nanzhi's face was ugly, and her Yingying jade hands were raised and put down.
Others offered 12 million, and Nazhi went with 12.01 million.
If others offered 15 million, she would get 15.01 million.
After a few rounds, there was finally a big boss who couldn't sit still and offered him 20 million.
"Twenty million times!"
"Twenty million times!"
"Twenty-five million." Huo Sijue said. Seeing that Nanzhi was unmoved and didn't even want to contribute, he simply took her hand and held up the sign.
"Twenty-five million times!"
"Twenty-five million times!"
"Twenty-five million times!"
"Deal!" was the final word.
The money was flowing like water. She had never seen so much money in the three years she had been following Huo Sijue. The first time was because I bought a bracelet for my mistress?
Nanzhi frowned suddenly, regretting it!
When you get divorced, you shouldn't only have one million. A man like Huo Sijue should blackmail him into bankruptcy!
She feels bad...
After buying the jade bracelet, Nanzhi was completely overwhelmed.
At the end, the organizer released the final calligraphy.
Nanzhi couldn't understand.
But she clearly saw Huo Sijue's eyes light up, and he subconsciously put his hand on her wrist, waiting for a price at any time.
"The grand finale of this auction is the authentic work of "Official Slave Notes" written by Wang Xizhi, a famous poet from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The starting price is 70 million!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole house was in an uproar.
Just when Nanzhi was about to raise the sign, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Eighty million."
After the words fell, the whole place was silent. Only the host's eyes were shining brightly: "Is there anyone else who wants to follow?"
"Eighty million times!"
"Wait, I'm eight thousand...010,000." Nanzhi also glanced at Huo Sijue, her voice getting softer and softer.
He didn't say anything, which was his acquiescence.
They are bound to get this authentic painting tonight!
If the price was raised, Huo Sijue would end up in the end, but she didn't do that.
"Eight thousand and two thousand." The woman behind her said in a clear voice and glanced at Nanzhi disdainfully.
After a distance, Nanzhi couldn't see clearly, but looked at her vaguely and seemed to be smiling.
"Eight thousand and thirty thousand!" Nanzhi said excitedly.
"Eight thousand and fifty thousand." The woman followed the price.
Tan Mo'er lowered her eyes and said sarcastically to the man next to her: "Brother, you see, this woman really overestimates her abilities. She also wants things from our Tan family."
In order to buy back the treasures of his ancestors, Tan Moer prepared 100 million.
Looking at the entire capital, although there are many powerful people, there are very few serious people who would spend so much money to buy a painting and calligraphy. As for the Tan family, they have been paying attention to this authentic painting ever since it was about to be auctioned.
"Ninety million!" Nanzhi raised his hand.
"Ninety-five million." Tan Mo'er followed closely.
She clenched her fists a little nervously, and the man beside her who had been deep in thought finally became alert.
"One hundred million!" Nanzhi's voice was loud and clear.
Tan Xici suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman's back intently, his pupils slightly stunned.
Tan Mo'er was anxious: "What should I do? Are we still following?"
"Follow." Tan Xici said firmly.
They have been paying attention to this authentic painting for more than three years, and finally came across the opportunity to change hands with the previous owner. If we don't take it back this time, the Tan family will be hopeless in this life.
"One hundred and fifty million." After Nanzhi finished speaking, his hands were shaking slightly.
Huo Sijue wouldn't let her put her hands down.
Tan Mo'er couldn't sit still anymore, she stood up suddenly: "This lady——"
"To be honest, this copybook belongs to our ancestors. Why are you obsessed with it?"
Nanzhi turned back: "I'm sorry, my ex...my husband is also determined to get this. Let's not hurt the harmony, let's stop it."
"Two hundred million." In the darkness, Tan Xici raised his sign again.
The moment he stood up, Nanzhi was shocked: "Why is it you?"
"Two hundred and fifty million."
The whole place was silent for a moment, and Nanzhi looked at Huo Sijue in panic, with disbelief on his face.
She knew Huo Sijue was rich, but she didn't know he was so rich!
"You, you really have to do it? Can't we change to something else?" Nanzhi lowered his voice and raised his hand to shake Huo Sijue's shoulder.
She was afraid.
"That's what I want." Huo Sijue turned his head and spoke calmly, as if more than two hundred million were just a string of numbers in his eyes.
"Two hundred and fifty million at a time."
"Two hundred and fifty million twice."
"Two hundred and fifty million three times."
"make a deal!"
…
Nanzhi's ears were buzzing, and all he could hear was thunderous applause.
Satisfied, Huo Sijue whispered in her ear: "Let's go home."
At the door of the auction house, Tan Mo'er chased him out.
"Hello, may I ask your surname?"
Tan Mo'er suppressed her dissatisfaction. She must know the whereabouts of the copybook so that she can take it back in the future.
"Give it up, the Huo family's belongings will never be leaked out." Huo Sijue glanced at Tan Mo'er coldly and went to pick up the car indifferently.
Nanzhi laughed awkwardly: "What he said is true. My great-grandfather likes to collect calligraphy and paintings. There are dozens or dozens of them. They are all collected by the family."
Tan Mo'er only thought for a moment: "Is your husband Huo Sijue?"
Nanzhi didn't respond, but it was obvious that Tan Mo'er was instantly discouraged.
She smiled bitterly: "I should have known. There are several people in the entire capital who can afford this price."
Tan Xici is not far away.
He stood under the streetlight of the auction house, facing the light, like an immortal who was not stained by the world.
Nanzhi asked: "He is your brother? Can I ask for his name?"
At the mention of this, Tan Mo'er suddenly became wary.
"Sorry, no comment."
After saying that, she left without looking back.
These two people are so strange...
While Nanzhi was slightly lost in thought, Huo Sijue had already driven the car over.
He pulled down the window: "Do you still want me to treat you?"
One sentence made Nanzhi angry again.
"Huo Sijue, are you careless? I just helped you and why are you so rude?"
She sneered and laughed at herself: "I should have raised the price to one billion, and I would have made you cry!"
