However, Qin Ye leisurely picked up the orange that Su Tang handed him, ate a segment, and then lazily said, "I don't want any more."

"Why?" The auctioneer was stunned and almost blurted out.

No, a $50 million deal just vanished like that?

Qin Ye threw the orange peels into the trash can, hugged his wife tightly, and said matter-of-factly, "My wife doesn't like them anymore."

This sentence became the final straw that broke Yamamoto's back.

"thump--"

In the deathly silence of the entire room, Yamamoto could no longer hold on. His eyelids rolled back, and he fell straight backward, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

His two assistants panicked instantly and rushed over, screaming, "Mr. Yamamoto! Mr. Yamamoto, what's wrong!"

The entire hall froze for half a second before erupting into chaos.

"Oh my god! He's passed out!"

"She was so angry! She was absolutely so angry she fainted!"

"My God, this is insane! I've never seen an auction like this before!"

The noblewomen who had previously covered their mouths with fans and whispered mockery of Su Tang and Qin Ye were now utterly shocked.

The way they looked at the Chinese couple had completely changed.

Now everyone understands that, from beginning to end, the seemingly most unsophisticated and tasteless Chinese couple were actually the real top players.

They were not only incredibly wealthy, but they also had that arrogant Japanese man completely under their thumb.

In an instant, the wind direction completely changed.

Yamamoto was carried off the stage in a flurry, and the auction ended abruptly. But the atmosphere in the Golden Hall was even more enthusiastic than before.

Countless people, holding wine glasses and wearing ingratiating smiles, gathered around, trying to strike up a conversation and befriend the mysterious Ye couple.

"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, it's an honor to meet you! I am..."

"Mrs. Ye, your dress is absolutely gorgeous today. Is it haute couture from some brand?"

Surrounded by various wealthy people, Su Tang and Qin Ye navigated the social scene with ease.

Su Tang thought to herself that with the commotion they had caused tonight, the person who had been hiding behind the scenes could no longer remain silent.

As expected.

Just then, a tall, blond, blue-eyed middle-aged white man with a meaningful smile on his face personally carried two glasses of amber champagne and walked straight toward Qin Ye and Su Tang through the crowd.

He was Hans, the person in charge of this auction.

He walked with unhurried steps, and as he went, the guests consciously made way for him.

Su Tang caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, and a barely perceptible smile curved her lips.

The fish has finally taken the bait.

Hans walked up to the two men, bowed slightly, and handed them the champagne with elegant movements.

"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, good evening. I am Hans, the person in charge of this auction. Your presence tonight has truly broadened my horizons."

Su Tang maintained her spoiled persona, refusing even the champagne, and merely raised her chin slightly.

"Oh, so you're in charge? The desserts on this ship are so sweet they've made my throat hurt."

Such unreasonable nitpicking would have made most people change their expressions.

But Hans's professional smile didn't waver in the slightest. He even bowed more humbly, following Su Tang's words.

"It was our oversight. We didn't consider your distinguished taste, Mrs. Ye. I'll have someone remove it and replace it with something new right away. Please forgive us, Mrs. Ye."

He then smoothly steered the conversation in that direction.