Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1933 - 1831: Headache_3

Capítulo 1933: Chapter 1831: Headache_3

The audience was silent.

“Eight million!” Zhang Dongfang called out again.

This time, no one followed suit.

Zhang Dongfang looked at the audience’s reaction, finally satisfied, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat.

The collectors remained silent.

“Eight million once.”

“Eight million twice.”

“Eight million thir—”

“Nine million!”

A loud, powerful voice came from the corner.

Those intimidated by Zhang Dongfang swiftly turned their heads to see who dared speak up, their expressions varied.

Some were purely curious, some excited by the tension, some feeling exhilarated, gazing at the varied faces filled with joy, anger, happiness, and sorrow.

The bidder was none other than Song Xiaodong, quietly watching the drama unfold from the corner.

“Can’t you understand?” Zhang Dongfang slapped the table with a “bang” and stood to see the bidder, none other than the young man he had just mocked.

“Fine, you’re gutsy; I won’t bid a single penny!” Zhang Dongfang thought this person was just a small-time businessman seeking foreign investment.

“Ten million!” Zhang Dongfang re-bid.

The audience let out a collective gasp.

“Ten million just for a broken vase, if for investment, it surely brings three to four million returns a year! This Zhang Dongfang really is wealthy.”

Song Xiaodong chuckled lightly and gestured with his hand, indicating “please.”

“Ten million once!”

“Ten million twice!”

“Ten million three times!”

“Bang!”

“Sold!”

Listening to the auctioneer’s gavel, Zhang Dongfang felt his scalp tingle.

Song Xiaodong merely bid once, causing Zhang Dongfang to waste two million more.

“Dumb pig!” Song Xiaodong sat down, unable to hold back his laughter.

“You’re so bad!” Chu Xianling excitedly slapped Song Xiaodong’s arm.

Zhang Dongfang didn’t even bother to look at the vase, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, thinking, “Kid, just you wait!”

Chapter 1833: How Many Slots on the Credit Card Machine

“Alright, next up is the last item of tonight’s auction, the one with the highest starting price, the Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase!”

The auctioneer unveiled the cloth, and Song Xiaodong and Chu Xianling saw it was the piece they had set their sights on.

“A porcelain piece from the Kangxi era, quite different from the Qianlong period, with subtler colors. Friends who like this style must seize the opportunity; the starting bid for this Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase is eight million nine hundred thousand!”

“What? Eight million nine hundred thousand? It’s even pricier than the big vase just now!”

“This piece is more subtly and understated, with a much better overall tone than that big vase!”

“It’s also priced far higher than that big vase!”

“Let the Overseas Chinese and Mr. Song fight over it; I’ve worked hard for thirty years, and my net worth isn’t even worth a vase.” Some big bosses began to mock themselves.

“Ten million!” With a wager with Song Xiaodong, Zhang Dongfang opened with ten million, then turned to provoke Song Xiaodong with his gaze.

“Twelve million!” Song Xiaodong raised his paddle, calling out the bid loudly.

“Great, this is the most expensive item at this auction; please, both gentlemen bidding, come up on stage!” Seeing the fierce competition and substantial amounts, the auctioneer had a bright idea and invited the two big bosses to the stage.

“Once they take the stage, in front of the big bosses of Minghe City, they cannot easily back down; it seems today this piece will be sold for a sky-high price!”

“This auctioneer is really tricky!”

“Otherwise, how could they host an auction like this!”

Song Xiaodong led Chu Xianling to the stage. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Chu Xianling wore a gray semi-transparent evening gown, beige lining, gray translucent gauze skirt, with her long legs and arms subtly visible, white high heels beneath, curled hair, and a fairy-like aura, as if untouched by worldly smoke, stepping on stage, the sound of heels like chimes, leaving the oily small bosses in awe.

Song Xiaodong also wore a fitting, sleek suit, looking handsome and confident, the pair a perfect match.

With Chu Xianling on stage, the auction’s beautiful host paled in comparison.

“May I ask, what are the names of the gentlemen?”

“Zhang Dongfang.”

“Oh, this is Mr. Zhang Dongfang, and this gentleman?”

“Song Xiaodong.”

“Alright, Mr. Song Xiaodong.”

“And this lovely lady?”

“I am Miss Chu, thank you.”

“Alright, Miss Chu.”

“Good evening, gentlemen, we now officially start the auction of tonight’s last exhibit, the Qing Kangxi Hand-Painted Ink Color Phoenix Tail Vase, Mr. Song’s bid at twelve million.”

“Mr. Song, tonight I’ll make sure you leave Minghe.”

“Mr. Zhang, tonight I’ll make sure you leave Hua Country.”

The gentlemen began trading fierce words.

“Young people need to experience arrogance; it’s good to suffer a bit.”

“Old men love to teach others; losing face is acceptable.” Song Xiaodong called Zhang Dongfang an old man.

In fact, Zhang Dongfang was only in his forties.

“What did you say?” Zhang Dongfang became instantly angry, raising his fists.

“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Zhang, calm down, calm down, you already own a big vase, there’s no need to fight Mr. Song over this countrified item!” Secretary Xu saw the two about to quarrel again, hurried onto the stage to mediate, also giving Song Xiaodong a look.

“Secretary Xu, don’t interfere, this is a personal vendetta and won’t affect my investment strategy in Minghe.” Zhang Dongfang invited Secretary Xu back to the audience.

“Alright, now the auction resumes, Mr. Song’s twelve million once!”

“Thirteen million!” Zhang Dongfang bid.

“Haha… thirteen million… what exactly does this Zhang Dongfang do…”

“Indeed, what kind of Overseas Chinese is he? He’s already bought two; the first two alone cost more than ten million!”