"Let's get back to the main topic and begin the auction." Xue Qiandai looked relaxed as she took out a small bottle of perfume and held it lightly between her fingers. "My first item is 1000."
As soon as the words were spoken, a male voice came, "Two thousand."
Okay, let's have a quick-response auction.
Xue Qiandai covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's not the starting bid of one thousand, but the name of this perfume, '1000'. As you all probably know, the creation of a typical perfume takes only one or two years. But this one in my hand took a full ten years and involved trying 1,000 different formulas, yeah, that's the '1000' that Parisian socialites rave about. Today, the starting bid for '1000' is one hundred."
The rich kid who had just been there raised his sign again, "Still two thousand."
"Three thousand." The bidder was Huo Yunchao, who had received Xue Qiandai's order.
"Five thousand." The voice was lazy, and the sign was held up in a nonchalant manner; it was Zhao Jiequn, the young master of the Zhao family.
"Ten thousand." This was Jin Heng's first bid of the evening. The increase in price far exceeded the intrinsic value of the perfume.
On stage, Hua Se was caught in a dilemma, unable to stand still or leave. No one paid attention to her; she was treated like air, an accessory, as if she were the one who was a bankrupt heiress.
"Ten thousand, any higher bids?"
"Ten thousand times once."
"Ten thousand times."
Xue Qiandai raised the microphone again, "Last August, I went to Grasse, the perfume town, and was fortunate enough to meet Mr. Jean Cléo, the first perfumer of this perfume. We had a very pleasant conversation, and Mr. Cléo was so excited that he immediately used Grasse white jasmine to create this '1000'. So, this is not mass-produced; it is truly bespoke and unique."
Huo Yunchao held up a sign, "Twelve thousand." It's unique, worth it.
He received a frown from Xue Qiandai. The meaning was clear: stop bidding. Huo Yunchao felt embarrassed, somewhat unwilling.
Jin Heng: "Thirteen thousand."
A bottle of perfume fetched the price of a Van Cleef & Arpels perfume at auction.
Hua Se's legs were trembling, and her face had lost all color. If she weren't standing in front of a crowd, she would have thrown a teacup or an antique at the ungrateful person who had angered her.
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