I became a son-in-law in the United States

Of course, Luther would not follow in the footsteps of his predecessors and become some kind of outlaw, at least not now.

However, logically speaking, he did have a motive and a reason.

In the end, aren't these guys' money also stolen from the poor?

I'm just taking it back; it's the cycle of nature, that makes perfect sense, right?

Of course, these were all important figures attending the auction, but among them, the Lowell father and son were the most surprising to Luther.

Yes, it's father and son; both the second and third generations have come this time.

The two were very sociable, greeting people along the way, drinking, shaking hands, and occasionally hugging, showing that the atmosphere in the WASP circle was very harmonious.

However, when they arrived in front of those major families, the father and son were still quite polite. Although Lowell was an old money man, he did not have the capital to be arrogant in front of the Rocky family and the Morgan family.

Lowell II was deliberately paving the way for his son, and would occasionally have young Lowell go up and say a few words.

Luther quietly retreated, trying his best not to expose himself to Lowell's sight. It wasn't that he was afraid of the guy, but that he planned to give him a "surprise" later.

Soon, the host came up. He was a short, stout man with fair skin and a very easygoing appearance. People called him Locke Lang.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. We have another batch of fine goods that have arrived. They are historically significant and have a distinguished provenance. There are also a few unique items among them, which I believe you will all enjoy. As always, the highest bidder wins within the auction period."

After saying this, Locke nodded, and the exchange staff immediately brought up the first artwork, a statue of Venus.

The old-timers only glanced at it, but many of them immediately lit up, looking eager to try it out.

"I believe everyone has seen the information. The starting bid for this statue is $2.2. Now, please place your bids."

As soon as Locke Lang finished speaking, a "price war" broke out in the audience.

"Twenty-three thousand US dollars!"

"Twenty-four thousand US dollars!"

"Twenty-nine thousand US dollars!"

.........

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

"Thirty-five thousand US dollars!"

Most of the old-money people are not short of money; they carry their checkbooks with them, and for most of them, it's just a number.

But as the bidding went on, things started to go wrong, because after twenty rounds of bidding, the price rose from the initial 2.2 to over 4.

The atmosphere suddenly turned sour.

Twenty thousand dollars is nothing to the old money, but forty thousand dollars is something to think about.

Although the wealthy are indeed wealthy, most of their money is in the stock market and various family assets. It is still quite difficult for them to suddenly come up with 40,000 or 50,000 yuan in cash.

Therefore, after the price reached 4, the number of bidders gradually decreased.

"Forty-one thousand dollars!" Rocky said.

"Forty-three thousand dollars!" Pritchard bid again.

"Fifty thousand!" This time, it was Bacon who made the bid.

Upon hearing his voice, everyone realized that the former Secretary of State was serious, and they all backed down.

In the United States, the Secretary of State is nothing special; anyone in the old WASP circle is more senior than him. However, if he himself is from the old WASP circle, that's a different story.

Seeing that no one else spoke, Locke cleverly tapped the object, and it went to Bacon.

The second piece of art I noted down was the Prussian Imperial Iron Cross, awarded by Frederick the Great.

This time, the starting bid was $3.5, and the bidding was even more intense because the emperor was still quite legendary in the eyes of Westerners. For the old money family, owning one or two items related to him was not just a matter of prestige.

In the blink of an eye, after more than a dozen rounds of bidding, the price reached an astonishing $6!

"Sixty-one thousand US dollars!"

"Sixty-three thousand US dollars!"

"Sixty-eight thousand US dollars!"

Ultimately, the artwork was acquired by Morgan for approximately $80,000.

Morris felt a pang of heartache seeing this, but for someone like Morgan, this amount of money was nothing. If he could buy it and install something big, then it would be worth the price.

The upper class doesn't care about money; they could spend it all in ten lifetimes. What they care about is status.

Soon, the third and fourth works of art were brought up, including the Duke of Gonzaga's relief jewelry, silverware used by Louis XIV, and other paintings, calligraphy, and letters that had been brought with him.

When these items were served, the entire room erupted in excitement, because although they weren't top-tier luxury goods, they were certainly quite special.

The first two items were reasonably priced; the Duke of Gonzaga's relief jewelry sold for approximately 5.3 and was acquired by the Rocky family.

Louis XIV's silverware was sold for nearly 7, purchased by an unknown wealthy man at the scene.

If other letters that have already been auctioned are included, the total value of the auctioned items has now exceeded $30.

Of course, there is one more treasure of the museum that has not yet been shown, namely [Jenny's Caress], but judging from the current situation, it seems that it doesn't need to be shown.

Because Morris had just told him that a major client had taken a liking to it and was willing to pay a high price to buy it directly, the auction for this item was suspended.

"How much exactly?" Luther asked, somewhat curious.

"It's said to be no less than this number..." Morris shook two fingers, the meaning was clear: at least 20.

"I see, then there's no need for an auction." Luther agreed with the suggestion.

At this point, only one artwork remained in the room—the German Relic Box.

Soon, Locke Lang walked up with a smile. He first thanked everyone for their generosity, and then introduced them with a smile:

"Gentlemen, the next treasure is quite remarkable. It is a religious relic from a Bavarian monastery, made using 14th-century Rhineland craftsmanship, making it extremely rare."

After he finished speaking, the staff carried the reliquary up and displayed it to the public. Luther also took the opportunity to come forward.

His appearance didn't bother most people, since not many people knew him anyway, but Lowell III was not happy about it.

He immediately raised his hand in protest: "Mr. Lockhart, he's the Kennedy son-in-law!! How dare he be here?"

Lowell's meaning was clear: this was a private exchange, an elite circle in Boston, filled with old-school WASPs. Irish Catholics like the Kennedys weren't qualified to be there.

Not only Lowell, but others also cast curious glances their way.

This didn't stump Locke. He paused for a moment, then explained Luther's family background, which finally convinced the audience.

"So it was Ludwig's family."

"In the past, that would have been royalty."

"Haha, interesting. If someone is a descendant of royalty, even if they're down on their luck, they're qualified to participate."

"No problem, Mr. Lockhart, please continue..."

Luther stepped forward and sat down, his eyes fixed on the German reliquary.

Lowell smiled, a hint of ruthlessness in his expression: "You want that reliquary, right? Well, you're in for a disappointment."

P.S.: Good morning everyone! Going to work is such a tough day~