In the end, Jin Heng acquired the "1000" perfume at a certain price.
Zhao Jiequn looked at Huo Yunchao, openly provoking and challenging him, "Your girlfriend's perfume, you're not putting in a very strong bid?"
Huo Yunchao raised his chin, looked at the stage, and said lightly, "I only heard your first sentence."
My girlfriend's perfume is a declaration of ownership.
Zhao Jiequn's lips twitched. What a jerk!
The second item up for auction was a lipstick.
"Coco Chanel once said that if you're feeling down, put on some lipstick and take the initiative. Chanel releases a limited edition lipstick and lip gloss collection every year. The one I have here is the camellia limited edition. The embossed camellia blooms on the gold cap, and its appearance alone is breathtaking. Mine is shade 627, a brownish-red camellia, which symbolizes independence and freedom."
Xue Qiandai displayed the lipstick with her slender fingers. Her fingers were more captivating than the black tube itself. Independence and freedom perfectly reflected her state of mind at that moment.
At that time, almost every lady present had a Chanel bag, but Dai Dai's interpretation was more unique; she already possessed the qualities of an early internet celebrity.
"This series features a velvet texture, a soft and luxurious feel that's both gentle and powerful. It's a must-have for mature women, exuding both innocence and sophistication, and it's also perfect for kissing."
After she finished speaking, there was a slight chuckle from the audience. One young man even shouted, "Beautiful lady, are you auctioning off your kiss?"
Huo Yunchao's eyebrows were practically flying off; his jokes had no bottom line, and he was such a lecherous scoundrel!
Xue Qiandai smiled sweetly, placing her index finger to her lips. "You can't afford this. A kiss can only be reserved for the one you love most; true love is priceless. However, you can bid on this camellia lipstick. The starting bid is still 100."
"Ten thousand." Huo Yunchao quoted a price, and Zhao Jiequn could even tell it was his girlfriend's lipstick.
"That's too much of a show of respect," Xue Qiandai said, pacing on the stage. Passing by Hua Se, she asked casually, "Any higher bids?"
"Thirteen thousand." This was Zhao Jiening's quote, directly matching the price of the perfume from last time. She nudged her brother, "Brother, reimburse me later, I did all this for you."
Zhao Jiequn rolled her eyes. "What does this have to do with me? I don't even use lipstick."
“You can offer yourself to my future sister-in-law. Did you memorize Miss Xue’s words just now? They’re guaranteed to win over any girl.” Zhao Jiening’s voice was loud, and she was speaking to Huo Yunchao.
Huo Yunchao was still bidding when he saw Dai Dai on stage constantly winking at him, her expressions incredibly cute. He secretly thought that he could make a set of emojis using Dai Dai's expressions in the future.
Jin Heng quoted a price of 15,000.
"Fifteen thousand per time..."
Xue Qiandai waved the camellia in her hand again, "Last year I went to Paris..."
When the guests heard that someone was coming, they wondered which celebrity they would bring up this time.
"For those of you with good signal, you might want to search for Xue Qiandai, Karl Lagerfeld, and Chanel from last August. I remember there were news reports about them."
Zhao Jiening immediately pulled out her third-generation iPhone, only to discover upon searching, "Oh no, I'm lame, it's true!"
In the news, Xue Qiandai and Karl Lagerfeld were seen together. Lagerfeld was still dressed in his signature black clothes and white hair, holding a white cat in one hand and Xue Qiandai's waist with the other. Xue Qiandai's lip color seemed to be brownish-red.
"You guessed right, this lipstick was a gift from Karl Lagerfeld. How many of you are fans of Karl Lagerfeld? Raise your hands so I can see."
The group was all dressed in perfect unison, seemingly all fans of Karl Lagerfeld except for Florence, though those who weren't probably too embarrassed to admit it at this moment. The Caesar of the fashion world—what woman wouldn't admire him?
Xue Qiandai suddenly said, "Fifteen thousand twice, fifteen thousand three..."
"Twenty thousand."
A rich second-generation heiress.
"Congratulations, you've won a lipstick personally selected by the Empress Dowager." Xue Qiandai felt that was enough and was too lazy to inflate the price any further.
On stage, the host, Pinglan, was amazed, realizing that with Miss Xue present, she didn't even need to host. However, she still needed to make her presence felt. "Miss Dai Dai, your two items have already fetched such high prices. We're very curious about your third item."
Xue Qiandai shrugged. "I didn't prepare that much at the time. If we have to auction it off..." She took a brooch off her chest. "This one will do. The starting bid is still 100."
She remained silent and offered no explanation, but everyone was convinced that the brooch was of extraordinary value; otherwise, it wouldn't have been pinned to her chest.
The bidding remained fierce. It quickly reached 39,000, the same price as Zhao Jiening's Hetian jade.
"Miss Dai Dai, aren't you going to tell us the story of this brooch again?"
Holding the microphone, Xue Qiandai looked around before speaking: "This brooch is Xue Qiandai's favorite. She once stood at the pinnacle of wealth, receiving everyone's envy; she also fell to the bottom, witnessing the indifference of human relationships and the coldness of the world. She even wore this brooch to The Insider's gala. If you believe that Xue Qiandai will one day stand tall again and reclaim her glory, then raise your sign."
The sound, like a series of hammer blows, struck everyone's hearts. It was also like a declaration, announcing the return of a queen.
Her phone vibrated, and Xue Qiandai casually raised her hand, quickly glancing at the message. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips; happiness had come too quickly to be contained.
The girl's expression caught everyone's attention; these unintentional little gestures were the most captivating. Her smile, pure and sweet, stirred an urge to protect her.
Huo Yunchao raised the sign, then lowered it again, having received Dai Dai's lip-reading: "Don't take pictures, don't take pictures."
He had no idea what she was up to, but his voice boomed from his chest. "Forty thousand."
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