"Let's go, my dear husband." Su Tang took his arm, her voice so sweet and charming it could melt your heart.
Qin Ye froze, almost losing control.
His wife... is truly a vixen.
The two walked down the gangway as if no one else was around. Immediately, waiters in smart uniforms stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Ye. The auction will be held in the Golden Hall on the first floor in an hour. You may now enjoy the drinks and snacks we have prepared in the lounge area."
"Got it." Qin Ye snorted in response, mimicking the big bosses in movies, and put his arm around Su Tang's waist, walking straight towards the hall.
A large number of people had already gathered in the Golden Hall.
The air was thick with the scents of expensive perfumes, Cuban cigars, and money.
Everyone was well-dressed, behaved elegantly, and spoke in hushed tones, exuding an air of high society.
Therefore, when Qin Ye and Su Tang, a pair of walking hormones, walked in, they instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Those gazes contained surprise at the two people's beauty, curiosity about their identities, but even more so, undisguised contempt and mockery.
"Oh my goodness, look at those two, are they wearing all their possessions on their clothes?" A blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman whispered to her companion, covering her mouth with her fan.
"Look at that man's gold chain, even my dog's leash is more tasteful. And that woman, she's as red as a fire hydrant, so incredibly tacky."
"Looks like a new face from the east, probably a nouveau riche who struck it rich. These kinds of people are the most interesting, stupid and rich."
The murmurs were just loud enough for Su Tang and Qin Ye to hear.
Su Tang seemed completely oblivious to the mockery, instead clinging even tighter to Qin Ye's arm and speaking in a soft, coquettish voice:
"Honey, everyone here is dressed so plainly, it's not festive at all. We look much better together, don't we?"
Qin Ye: "...Yes."
He had never said anything so contrary to his conscience in his entire life.
Their conversation further solidified their image as country bumpkins in everyone's eyes, eliciting a chorus of low chuckles.
When the time came, the cruise ship sounded its horn and slowly sailed away from the port, heading towards the high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
The auction has officially begun.
Inside the Golden Hall, the lights shone brightly, and well-dressed men and women raised champagne glasses, conversing in hushed tones. The air was filled with the unique reserve and arrogance of high society.
Su Tang and Qin Ye sat in the front row, as if afraid that no one would see them, making them the most eye-catching presence in the entire venue.
The first few lots were European medieval oil paintings and jewelry, dazzling and attracting several blonde, blue-eyed noblewomen in the back row to frequently raise their paddles.
The two showed no interest in the glittering jewelry on stage, and even closed their eyes to rest, seemingly bored.
Finally, the items up for auction on stage changed.
The waiter carefully brought over a tray with a porcelain plate lying quietly on it.
The plate was covered with crackled patterns, its glaze was warm and lustrous, and its shape was simple and unadorned. Under the light, it exuded a tranquil beauty that had been refined over the years.
"Distinguished guests, the next item comes from the distant and mysterious East." The auctioneer's voice carried a hint of allure. "A Song Dynasty Ge ware celadon sunflower-shaped dish! As everyone knows, Ge ware is world-renowned for its 'golden threads and iron wires' (referring to the filigree pattern), and is one of the five great kilns of the Song Dynasty. It is extremely rare, and each piece is priceless! Starting bid: five hundred thousand US dollars!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.
Those in the know are carefully observing and assessing the condition and collectible value of this plate.
A Japanese businessman named Yamamoto, sitting in the front row, already had a look of determination in his eyes.
He straightened his tie, preparing to wait for prices to stabilize before making a purchase, showcasing his professionalism and competence.
Just then, a sweet, slightly languid voice broke the silence.
"husband……"
Su Tang tugged at Qin Ye's sleeve, pointed to the porcelain bowl on the table, and said coquettishly:
"That plate looks pretty nice, shall we buy it? I need a plate for holding fruit."
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