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On the display stand, a 10-carat pink diamond is on display, with a starting bid of 20 million.

Nanqing wasn't interested in the calligraphy, paintings, or porcelain in front of her, but she quite liked these sparkly jewels.

Thirty million.

Thirty-two million.

"Forty million."

...

When she called out sixty million, everyone else fell silent.

But at that moment, Shen Yanshan, who was sitting in the next seat, suddenly raised his sign.

"Seventy million."

He immediately added another ten million.

More importantly, his conversation with Nan Qing was overheard by many people. The Shen family and the Ning family have always been at odds in the business world, from technological research and development to market acquisitions, they are always at odds. So his move was clearly intended to suppress her in public.

Nan Qing glanced at him sideways and continued to casually raise the price.

"Eighty million."

"Ninety million."

"One hundred million."

Both of them kept adding up to ten million, as if it were just a number to them.

When Nan Qing shouted out 200 million, Shen Yanshan stopped. He looked at Nan Qing with a provocative and amused expression.

"Mr. Ning, you have such a bold spirit. It's just a stone, yet you've spent two hundred million on it."

In terms of value, that pink diamond is worth at most around 100 million. His raising the price was simply to annoy Nan Qing.

But to his surprise, when Nan Qing looked up at him, her eyes were filled with undisguised disdain.

"Shen Yanshan, if you can't even afford a mere two hundred million, don't try to compete with me in terms of wealth. Does Old Shen know how extravagant you are?"

Upon hearing this, the others sitting around him secretly clicked their tongues in astonishment.

President Ning's words were both blunt and harsh.

One is the true head of the Ning family, who holds billions in assets and owns a business empire worth hundreds of billions.

One of them is barely able to compete with the Ning family, but he is just one of the heirs within the family.

What are we comparing it to?

The two are simply not in the same league.

Shen Yanshan's face instantly turned gloomy, and the strange looks from all around him almost made him lose control of his violent temper.

"Ha, Ning Nanqing, now you're the only one left in your Ning family. You'd better pray that you'll be 'safe and sound'!"

This was practically a blatant threat.

But Nan Qing wasn't intimidated by him. Instead, she picked up a champagne glass and made a toasting gesture to him from afar, her tone casual and relaxed.

"oh."

"There's no need for Mr. Shen to worry about that."

How could Nan Qing not understand this so-called "domineering CEO" who knew nothing about the law?

But, playing with her?

Let's give it a try.

A murmur rippled through the audience, but the auctioneer's booming voice still resonated throughout the room.

After three shouts of "two hundred million".

The auction gavel slammed down.

"Sold! Congratulations to Chairman Ning on successfully bidding for today's Lot 08!"

The outcome of the auction elicited varied expressions from those in the room. The sound of the gavel not only announced the ownership of a priceless diamond, but also signified the official start of the battle between the two major business groups in Ning and Chen.

Many business leaders are calculating what they can gain from the upcoming business battle between the Ning and Chen families.

Nan Qing paid no attention to the glances directed at her; the Shen family was, after all, her prey.

She continued to focus her attention on yet another item on the stage, oh, another sparkly little thing.

Ring with unheated sapphire and diamonds.

Starting bid: 50 million.

Without hesitation, Nan Qing raised her bidding paddle and immediately pushed the ring to its highest value.

"One hundred million."

The entire audience gasped.

Who takes pictures like that?!

There was much discussion in the room, but no one raised their paddle to bid, because the ring was worth about 80 million, and it was not worth bidding more than 100 million.

Nan Qing even turned slightly to the side and kindly offered a word to Shen Yanshan, whose complexion was not good to begin with.

"Mr. Shen, you're not raising the price?"

The repeated use of "Young Master Shen" infuriated Shen Yanshan, turning his face ashen, but he had no choice but to maintain his composure.

"Hehe, President Ning likes it so much, how could I possibly take it away from her?"

But no matter how composed he appeared, he couldn't hide the stiffness in his tone.

Nan Qing admired his barely concealed expression and casually replied:

"Oh, that's a real pity. I thought I'd be able to admire Mr. Shen's vast wealth..."

While Nan Qing kept bidding high prices for various sparkling gems and diamonds, she would also tease Shen Yanshan from time to time, who was clearly furious but still had to pretend to be a gentleman.

She was completely unaware that a waiter was constantly refilling her champagne.

As she put down the champagne in her hand once again, Song Beiting quietly stepped forward, squatted down beside her, and gently placed a new glass of champagne in her hand.

"Your wine, madam."

His deep, warm voice is very pleasant to listen to, like the sound of a cello string.

"Um."

Nan Qing responded casually, completely absorbed in the joy of spending money and taking revenge on the scumbags, and couldn't pay attention to other unrelated people and things.

Song Beiting quietly retreated to the edge of the venue.

Those calm, expressionless eyes once again fell upon the figure in the dark green dress.

The head of the Ning Group is Ning Nanqing.

This was the information he had gleaned about the woman from those discussions.

Even though she was from a completely different world, for some reason, he felt that she looked familiar, but he was also very sure that he had never seen her before.

What made him feel familiar was not his appearance, but his eyes.

Moreover, he always found it hard to control his urge to get closer to her.

Watching her bid on each item, the price of even just one of them was a figure he could never reach in his lifetime.

Song Beiting lowered his eyes, a self-deprecating glint in them.

How can someone like him, who wallows in the mud, be worthy of looking up at the gods in the clouds?

As the auction ended, Song Beiting hid in the crowd, watching her, and then left with her arm in arm.

He transferred three times on the subway, and by the time he got home it was already 11 o'clock.

Pushing open the door, I was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol. In the living room, my drunken father was slumped on the sofa, with several empty bottles lying on the floor.

Song Beiting, as was his habit, groped his way across the obstacle in the dark without even turning on the lights.

The bedroom was small and dark, with only a faint moonlight spilling onto the floor.

He threw himself onto the bed and closed his eyes, but the image in his mind still wouldn't go away.

Song Beiting simply got up and sat down at the table, opened the old laptop on the table, and searched for the three words "Ning Nanqing".

Ning Nanqing, 26 years old this year, is the largest shareholder of Ning's Group and the executive chairman of Ning's Group.

Both parents are deceased.

Upon seeing those four words, Song Beiting's heart clenched. Such a perfect person shouldn't have to endure such pain.