I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

"Tesla brakes failed! Tesla brakes failed!" Just as the two were chatting, a sharp voice suddenly came from a booth not far away.

A woman nimbly climbed over the fence and stood directly on the roof of a Mado 3 car.

The woman was wearing a custom-made white T-shirt with the words "Brake Failure" printed in large red letters on the front and the Tesla logo on the back.

She stood on the roof of the car and repeatedly shouted, "Tesla brakes failed!"

Security guards and staff at the scene were in a state of chaos, trying to dissuade the situation.

"Who are you? Get down here right now!"

"This is an exhibition, not a farmers' market!"

Seeing that the woman kept trying to dissuade him, the Tesla employee patiently asked, "Ma'am, what do you mean by 'Tesla car malfunctioning'?"

"That's exactly what I meant. Stepping on the brakes was useless and caused me to have a car accident!"

"But the car hasn't even been delivered yet, how could it malfunction?"

"I...I run my business in America, that won't work!" The woman managed to squeeze out a sentence after a long pause.

Seeing this, everyone around immediately knew what was going on and started taking pictures.

The security guards also brought several umbrellas to block the booth, and then pulled it off the roof of the car.

"Mr. Xu, is this a special program you organized?" The chairman of Dadao Group pointed ahead in astonishment.

"I'm not that free. It must be a show staged by these car company bosses. But the more they do this, the more they're helping others generate buzz!" Xu Jia shook his head.

After saying that, she looked at the man next to her and said, "See? That's what you call professional. You were asking me how to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot. You can learn from them. If all else fails, just ask them for help."

"Well, that makes sense."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled again.

Magic City.

The top floor of an early European-style building.

"Mr. Lin, I've already handed this over to you. Is it safe and reliable?" A fat man looked anxiously at the manager in front of him.

“This is an auction, not an antique shop in Panjiayuan. I didn’t blame you for not knowing what you were doing before and insisting on cash on delivery. But I’ve explained it to you so many times, why are you still having so many questions? If it weren’t for the fact that you’re offering a lot of items, I really wouldn’t want to do this deal. Look at the other sellers, none of them act like you. This is Shanghai, the capital city…” The manager touched his forehead helplessly.

The fat guy in front of him had been rambling on and on for half an hour, and it was driving him crazy.

"Then... um... where is Mr. Yu? I'd like to see him. A friend recommended me to this place. Everything has been handed over, but why haven't I seen him yet?" The fat man rubbed his hands together anxiously.

"Mr. Yu is not in Shanghai."

"By the way, I heard that this industry is strictly investigated. Will there be any problems with holding an auction here?" The fat man looked around warily.

There were a few people sitting in the lobby, mostly buyers.

"What's the problem? People in this line of work naturally have connections. It's just like setting up a street stall; even the city management officers will pretend they don't see us." The manager smiled.

"Yes, yes, but I don't see many buyers. And they're all very young. Do they have money? Also, I need to receive payments overseas. Is that possible?"

"What's wrong with being young? Many people involved in the gray market these days are young, and some are even acting on behalf of their elders. If you're worried about the price being too low, you can always go to a major auction house. What, are you worried that I'll hire a bunch of shills to deliberately drive down the price?"

Seeing the manager's face darken, the fat man immediately shook his head: "I have no such idea. The goods will be sold here. I trust you!"

Soon, a dozen or so people had gathered in the hall.

"Hello everyone, the auction is now officially starting. The first item is a painting and calligraphy from the Tang Dynasty..." the auctioneer said, clearing his throat.

Two staff members took out a calligraphy and painting to display, and the fat man sitting in the chair tensed up nervously when he saw it.

This painting and calligraphy was one of the items he consigned for sale.

"Starting bid: 500,000!" the host announced.

The price was significantly different from that of a regular auction house, and the fat man already knew this. He silently prayed that someone would bid higher.

"Five hundred and one thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand, five thousand!"

Six hundred thousand!

"..."

"830,000, sold!"

The Tang Dynasty painting was eventually sold for 830,000 yuan, which nearly made the fat man faint with anger.

Because he knew that this painting could fetch at least 250 million at a major auction house.

Oh well, whatever sells is something.

The fat man thought for a moment and sighed.

"Next up, a Ming Yongle blue and white plum vase with ruyi-shaped shoulders and floral and fruit designs, starting bid ten million." The auctioneer lifted the red silk, revealing the lustrous porcelain vase.

The fat man, who had been limp, suddenly sat up straight, the flesh on his thighs trembling.

"Twelve million three hundred thousand." A man in a suit sitting in the front row held up a sign, his tone indifferent.

"Fifteen million."

"Eighteen million."

"Twenty-one million."

The price surged at an alarming rate; the fat man's pupils dilated with each bid, his hands gripping his knees tightly.

"Twenty-eight million. Sold." The auctioneer brought down the gavel heavily.

The fat man exhaled a heavy breath, his heart starting to pound again. The price of 28 million was much higher than he had expected.

"Now we present the third consigned item, a Qing Dynasty Qianlong period Tianhuang stone seal with the inscription 'Pingbu Qingyun' (平步青云) on it, with a starting bid of two million." A staff member wearing white gloves held up a golden seal under a spotlight.

"Two and a half million."

"Four million six hundred thousand."

"Seven million two hundred thousand."

The sounds of bidding filled the hall, instantly igniting the previously quiet atmosphere.

The fat man rubbed his eyes, staring at the constantly changing numbers on the screen, feeling hot all over.

The seal was eventually sold for 12.9 million, which made him feel that the cold and gloomy mansion had become paradise.

"A large carved porcelain bowl from the Ding kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, starting bid ten million." The auctioneer's voice rose an octave, and all eyes in the room were fixed on the simple and elegant porcelain bowl.

The fat man didn't bother wiping the sweat from his face; he gritted his teeth and stared intently at the starting bid.

"Twelve million."

"Eighteen million."

"Twenty-five million."

Thirty million.

Each bid was less than five seconds apart, and the air seemed to be filled with sparks.

"Thirty-six million eight hundred thousand, sold." As the gavel fell silent, the fat man slumped into his chair, utterly exhausted, his mind blank for a moment.

Adding the Tang paintings and other miscellaneous items from before, the total amount tonight has firmly exceeded the 50 million mark.

Haha, we're going to make a fortune this time!

The fat man was so excited he almost fainted.

He had never seen so much money in his life.

"Boss, are you satisfied with this price?" The manager sitting next to him had been observing the fat man's expression.

He knew exactly what the other person was thinking.

"It's alright, within an acceptable range. It would be even better if there were more." The fat man suppressed his excitement, sat up, and pretended to be nonchalant.

"Do you still have any stock? There's an auction tomorrow," the manager asked in a low voice.

"Really? For now... that's all..." The fat man said, first with surprise, then with some disappointment. The manager noticed his expression.

"Everyone stay still, squat down!" Suddenly, a group of people in uniforms appeared in the hall.

Everyone present crouched down and covered their heads like quails.

However, the fat man remained seated. After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, kicked the chair over, and roared, "Damn it, a honey trap, huh? Trying to double-cross me. Hiring someone to impersonate law enforcement? Let me tell you, I didn't come alone today! My brothers will be here soon."

After saying that, he grabbed the manager by the collar.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go right now! Selling cultural relics, violently resisting the law, and trying to assault someone right under our noses—this is adding insult to injury!" A law enforcement officer strode up to the fat man.

Unexpectedly, the fat man slapped the newcomer's hat with his other hand the next second.

"You, the enforcement team, huh!"

"Smack!" Another one.

"So you're telling me I've never hired prostitutes, huh?"

"Snapped!"

"You think I don't know this trick, huh!"

"Snapped!"

The man hit him four times.

The officer who had been beaten turned red in the face, his hat fell to the ground, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Who...who dares to touch my brother!" At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Several men wielding sticks burst in, pointing at the people inside and shouting.

"It's them, impersonating law enforcement, setting up a honey trap. I knew they'd pull this stunt. Beat them up! Get the stuff back!" The fat man jumped up excitedly when he saw his accomplices arrive.

"Beat them!" The man who had just barged in and shouted immediately brandished his weapon.

In an instant, the entire hall was thrown into chaos.

"Be careful, don't break the antique!" the fat man shouted as he punched the man he had just hit.

However, he was thrown over the shoulder by someone before he could even throw his fist halfway through.

His obese body crashed to the ground instantly, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Now we're adding two more charges for you: assaulting a police officer and soliciting prostitution!" The law enforcement officer pulled out a pair of silver bracelets and grinned.

"I...I didn't solicit prostitutes!" The fat man immediately realized what was going on when he saw the bracelets.

"You just said it yourself."

"That was before..."

"Then go back and tell me everything you did before, and the origin of these antiques."

"What antique? I don't know what you're talking about. I was summoned here by General Manager Yu, you know, Yu Fen!"

The fat man stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Yu Fen's businesses have been destroyed long ago. You're really out of touch; you don't even know this. This auction salon today was prepared for you. Don't try to fool us. The person who introduced you here was our bait. You're not the only one who's been caught; quite a few people like you have been caught these past few days. Your surname is Wu, and you're from Xinlu. These things probably came from there too..." The manager, whose collar had just been grabbed by the fat man, looked at him with a smile.

TMD.

The fat man rolled his eyes in anger after hearing this.

Inside the van parked on the street below, Wu Yan looked around in terror.

My cousin just called to tell me to go upstairs, and I knew something must have happened.

His cousin Wu Zu sent him a text message saying that someone was trying to double-cross him, but now a law enforcement vehicle was driving by in the distance, which made him feel that things were not so simple.

He struggled with the decision for a minute, then immediately turned off his phone and started the car.

Meanwhile, Xinlu Huade.

"Be careful, don't fall. Each of these items is worth at least a million!" Chen Yifeng was standing at the entrance of the art studio directing the security company's people to move things.

The antiques kept in the factory were originally for showing off, but since the Second Factory was gone, he felt that these things had to be moved to a new place.

"Boss, what are you buying all this stuff for? You'd be better off buying a house than spending millions. This painting is just so-so... and the crane in that painting looks just like the ones on the mahjong tiles." A security guard asked as he moved the items.

"This is the work of an ancient master, how can it be the same as a mahjong tile? Vulgar! What do you know? Antiques appreciate in value. Besides, these are works of art. Do you even know what art is? You actually compared a dilapidated house to them..." Chen Yifeng's face immediately fell after hearing this.

"Boss, this crane looks exactly like the one on my mahjong set, even the size seems to be the same... I even played mahjong yesterday... Um... houses can appreciate in value too. And houses can be lived in, this thing can only be displayed."

"Antiques don't decrease in price, they only increase; houses do decrease in price. Do you understand? Houses are just a way to fleece people and trick them into buying at inflated prices. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"Forehead……"

The security guard wanted to say that the house price hadn't been reduced, but seeing the other person's eyes, he immediately shut up.

"Buzz." Suddenly, Chen Yifeng's phone rang.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Chen, we're from the bank. We're informing you now that if you don't pay the outstanding amount soon, the Second Factory will be auctioned off. The auction price will definitely be very low. If you still can't pay, we'll have to find another way..."

"Fuck your grandma! You bastards can film whatever you want. Don't think I don't understand the tricks of the trade. You're just threatening me by calling. I'm not afraid of your threats. If I lose a factory, I'll just build another one. Go ahead and freeze all my accounts! You can't do that, can you? I've already hired a lawyer to sue you. I can't win in this area, so I'll sue you elsewhere! And you even dare to send thugs to block me. You're breaking the law!" Chen Yifeng started ranting into the phone.

"Mr. Chen, please don't wrong us. We're a bank, how could we possibly send someone to ambush you? Alright, everything's been made clear, I won't bother you any longer."

"Dudu."

"Damn it, a bunch of thugs!" Chen Yifeng angrily hung up the phone.

"Mr. Chen, are all these being delivered to the house you specified?" The security captain came in to confirm the address.

"Uh... wait, transport it to the Yuezhou Auction House!" Chen Yifeng thought for a moment and then changed the location.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, what are you doing? Moving?" At that moment, two men suddenly appeared at the door.

The Xu family made a joke as soon as they entered.

"Mr. Xu, you actually dare to come to Xinlu? Aren't you afraid the new boss will pressure you to build more buildings?" Chen Yifeng rolled his eyes, then began to sized up the men around the Xu family.

"Of course I came sneaking in, and I'm also here to introduce you to a big business deal. You know the chairman of the Dadao Group," Xu Jia said with a smile. (End of Chapter)