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The bodyguard who pressed the numbers next to him looked serious, afraid that he might misread zero and report the wrong number.

The lady at table number nine drank her saliva, wrapped her silk embroidered shawl again, straightened her unruly hair, and rubbed her wrists lightly.

She was a new face, Lu Shengjin, like everyone else present, looked at this lady sitting alone curiously.

Knowing that she is bathed in all kinds of eyes, the lady is still making some small movements, and her fingers are already trembling slightly.

Two hundred and forty million yuan was the highest price she set for herself in this auction.

Although she is a speculator, Ms. Qing's own vision is also very picky.

It is rare for this set of porcelain to be well preserved. Even the most vulnerable large bottles are beautiful in pairs. Ms. Qing has seen many antiques over the years, but none of them touched her heart as much as this set.

She bought this set of porcelain because she wanted to keep it for herself and not resell it. Therefore, she was very determined to increase the price every time, just to let the second box see her determination.

But now the second box is still catching up, and Ms. Qing is making an important and arduous decision.

The auctioneer saw Ms. Qing's hesitation at table nine, and deliberately slowed down the speed of hammering, waiting for Ms. Qing's decision.

Generally like this kind of auction, the auctioneer will prepare the huge sums of money that may appear in advance, and control their own auction rhythm and process according to each of them's personality and auction habits.

But this time the auction was too tight, and the auctioneer only kept in mind a few customers who needed special attention.

And among these guests, this time Ms. Qing was not included.

The few people who were insisting on raising their placards before are now silent. The door of the second box is tightly closed, and there is no slight sound coming out. The focus of the audience's eyes is on Ms. Qing alone. .

Ms. Qing picked up the ticker with her well-maintained hand. Her hand was trembling slightly, but she pressed it fiercely, and a number was reported. Her posture was still elegant, but her palms were already covered with fine sweat.

"500 million, the lady at table nine still didn't give up, she quoted a high price of 500 million!"

The auctioneer's voice was already hoarse, and he roared: "500 million friends, 500 million, this is already beyond our auction house's current season, no, this year, or even the last three years! The highest price in the porcelain market, which is also the highest price I have ever auctioned, can the lady at table nine get this complete set of Tang colorful porcelain as she wished?"

Mr. Qian stared closely at the elegant figure under the stage, surprise flashed in his eyes.

This, even he had heard about it, but never talked to him face to face.

But treasures are hard to find, Mr. Qian continued to increase the price while muttering to himself.

The price is still increased when the hammer is struck twice.

"Two hundred and fifty million."

The auctioneer didn't expect that someone actually raised the price at this juncture. His eyes were bloodshot, obviously extremely excited, and he was on the verge of losing his composure.

Ms. Qing let out a sigh of relief, she didn't do those little tricks to cover up her hesitation, but leaned gently on the back of the sofa.

Although the auctioneer on the stage seemed to be watching the audience, he never let go of his attention to Ms. Qing.

Seeing Ms. Qing's actions, the auctioneer felt a chill in his heart, and even felt a sense of relief.

When he was screaming on the stage, he himself felt a string in his heart, and he was also extremely excited when he saw the prices that broke the highest turnover one by one.

After the three strikes, when the final decision was made, this collection belonged to Mr. Qian.

Mo Shaoyan stood up, stretched his wrist, and saw that the bodyguard had packed the set of porcelain and was about to send it to the second box. He gently raised his hand and took the large safe in person.

"I'll deliver it myself."

"Okay." This is almost the practice of Xuanshi Auction House. For any auction item that fetches a sky-high price, if the boss of the house is present, it must be the boss of the house who sends the auction item.

The auctioneer collapsed on the ground backstage, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat rolling off his forehead with his sleeve.

Mo Shaoyan walked up to him and asked someone to help the auctioneer up.

"Thank you for your hard work. You did a great job." Mo Shaoyan was rarely praised, and the auctioneer was overwhelmed with flattery. His face flushed red: "It's what I should do, thank you boss."

Mo Shaoyan didn't stop any longer, and went directly to the second floor from the staff passage, and came to the second box.

Old Master Qian was talking to Qian Jiawan with a smile on his face, and the obsidian bracelet that was auctioned off before was already worn on Qian Jiawan's wrist without hesitation.

Seeing Mo Shaoyan's obvious glance at Qian Jiawan's wrist, Mr. Qian asked calmly, "Shaoyan also took a fancy to this string of beads?"

"That's not true." Mo Shaoyan smiled, his eyes moved away from Qian Jiawan's wrist in a gentlemanly manner, and looked at Mr. Qian, "It's just that I don't agree with the auctioneer's rhetoric."

Mr. Qian raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously, "How?"

"How can you attribute the cause of your failure to an inanimate foreign object? It's too unconfident."

Mo Shaoyan didn't say much, he just clicked on it, and then changed the topic to the box he was carrying.

"But sometimes, inanimate foreign objects can also perform miracles."

Mo Shaoyan offered the silver-white box with both hands, and opened the safe on the table.

The oversized safe made Mo Shaoyan's movements a little difficult, but his movements were still graceful and steady. When the safe was opened, a warm light filled the room.

"Congratulations, Mr. Qian, for creating a miracle of money."

The corners of Mo Shaoyan's eyes curled up, but the words he spit out seemed not so kind.

Mr. Qian was silent for a moment, and put down the teacup, which was also made of exquisite porcelain.

Then he thought for a while, and threw the teacup out of the window.

Qian Jiawan's face was expressionless, it was obviously an extremely tense scene, but she was actually relieved that she was not among the two confronting each other.

She was a little distracted thinking, it seems that she doesn't like Mo Shaoyan as much as she imagined.

Immediately, she blamed herself a little for not being so single-minded in her liking.

The size of Mr. Qian brought Qian Jiawan back to his senses. Mr. Qian pointed at Mo Shaoyan, making Mo Shaoyan frowned slightly.

"You can do it, yes, my old money can create a miracle of money, but you also created a miracle of not being afraid of me."