"To express our apologies and to accommodate such distinguished guests as you two, our auction house has prepared a small, in-house appreciation event. Would you two be interested?"

He paused, then lowered his voice, "The things inside are far superior to the ordinary items in the hall."

Su Tang knew in her heart that the real drama was about to begin.

She raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. "There's something even better? How better? Better than that broken pipa from before?"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Hans's eyes, and he continued with a beaming smile:

"Of course. However, that appreciation event is only open to a very small number of truly powerful VIPs. Therefore, according to the rules, a small asset verification is required."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Tang's face immediately fell.

"What? Capital verification? What do you mean by this?!"

She suddenly turned to Qin Ye, angrily complaining, "Husband! He looks down on us! He doubts we can afford it!"

Qin Ye found it amusing; his wife's portrayal of a spoiled princess was truly convincing.

He remained calm, only frowning in cooperation, using his eyes to put pressure on Hans, giving him an expression that said, "If you dare to upset my wife, you're dead."

Hans was inwardly groaning. He had seen difficult clients before, but never one so unpredictable.

These aren't nouveau riche, they're practically living ancestors.

But he still forced a smile, maintaining his professional demeanor: "Madam, please calm down, this is just the rule of our auction house..."

Su Tang waved her hand impatiently, interrupting him.

"Alright, alright, follow the rules, stop being so annoying."

"It's just about seeing money, isn't it? This is such a hassle."

Su Tang used her ring to project a pale blue virtual light screen that only Hans could see.

Hans's smile froze instantly.

He stared at the screen, at the words "Swiss Bank - Personal Credit Point Account" displayed on it, and below that a long string of zeros... He could hardly count the number of zeros.

Of course, this is a fake bank account.

Having spent years navigating the black market and high society, Hans had seen large sums of money and even handled hundreds of millions of dollars.

But that money either belongs to a company or a family. Like this, a private account holding nearly ten billion dollars in cash flow… what does that mean? This isn't just the level of a South African mine owner; it's the national reserves of some small countries!

Goodness, these two nouveau riche are really capable!

His attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn. "Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye! It was...it was my ignorance that led me astray. Please forgive my stupidity and offense."

"It's really pointless to have to verify your identity just to see this little bit of stuff."

Su Tang raised her eyes, her clear gaze sweeping over Hans, seemingly casually mentioning:

"Don't you have any truly decent products here?"

"Like...the kind that others can't see?"

Hans was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He knew he was about to catch one of the biggest fish of his career.

These kinds of customers want much more than just auction items or unique pieces at appreciation events.

Rather, they are national treasures that are priceless and have no market value.

Hans's facial muscles twitched slightly with extreme excitement, and he lowered his voice again.

"Mrs. Ye...you're right."

"The real collection, of course, wouldn't be here."

He made a "please" gesture, pointing to an inconspicuous hidden door on one side of the hall.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me."