Chapter 239
He probably got the invitation from a wealthy man and sneaked in, hoping to make friends with some high-ranking officials.
Not to mention two hundred thousand, he couldn't even come up with twenty thousand!
That's why Pei Yan deliberately arranged for Ms. No. 601 to stimulate him and compete with him in bidding, just to settle the account with him when the payment was due.
But Mr. No. 438 was so happy with the price he bid that he is still immersed in the pride of having won the painting.
It was not known whether it was the magnificent decoration or the feast that bewitched his mind, making him mistakenly believe that he was also a successful person like these people, so that he forgot that he was just a small clerk and could not afford the 200,000 yuan!
"Now, this painting has reached a high price of two hundred thousand!"
The auctioneer struck the hammer again: "Two hundred thousand per time!"
"Two hundred thousand twice!"
When he was about to strike the third time with the hammer, he was suddenly stopped by a clear, baby-like voice.
At this moment, the little fellow was standing on tiptoe, raising his little paw, and grabbing the auction hammer. "Uncle Auctioneer, two hundred thousand...how much is that? Is it a lot? But twenty is obviously less than one hundred!"
The little guy firmly believes that among so many numbers, only one hundred is the biggest!
"If it's less than a hundred, I can't sell Zhizhi! Daddy will donate the money he raised this time to one hundred children who have lost their parents. The money earned from Zhizhi's paintings will be divided among one hundred children. It's just right! It can't be less!"
The auctioneer felt relieved.
He originally really thought that Xiao Taozhi felt that 200,000 was too little.
Unexpectedly, she just didn't know the number beyond one hundred, and thought that the money she got from selling the painting at this price was too little.
The auctioneer put the hammer aside and patiently explained to the little guy, who was only as tall as his thigh, "Little Tao Zhi, you misunderstood. Two hundred thousand is not less than one hundred. On the contrary, two hundred thousand is much more than one hundred. It is more than two hundred times more than one hundred!"
Little Taozhi nodded her head, as if realizing something: "Oh, so that's how it is!"
She loosened her grip on the hammer, "Then, uncle, hammer it! Zhizhi is willing to sell the painting to that uncle."
The auctioneer hesitated and asked, "But what if... the person who bought your painting doesn't like it at all?"
"That uncle didn't like Zhizhi's paintings, so why did he buy them?" Little Taozhi scratched his head curiously, his eyes full of confusion.
The auctioneer wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was too embarrassed to tell Xiao Taozhi that the man bought the painting just to show off at the auction, not because he liked it.
But after thinking about it carefully, little Taozhi didn't care: "It doesn't matter if uncle doesn't like it! After all, in this world, it's impossible for everyone to like Zhizhi's paintings. As long as uncle is willing to donate money to help those children who have lost their parents, that's great!"
After hearing what Xiao Taozhi said, the auctioneer felt less burdened and raised the hammer high.
He was about to knock hard to declare the painting's final ownership.
Who knew that in the next second——
"Wait a minute!"
A man's firm voice came from the door, halting the auction once again.
Everyone turned their heads curiously and looked towards the door.
"yes?!"
Mr. 438 frowned, revealing a look of extreme impatience.
His gaze followed everyone else's, looking towards the door.
The man was wearing a navy blue judge's uniform and standing at the entrance of the venue with a pine-like posture. A legal document was tucked under his slender right elbow.
On his high nose bridge, he wore a pair of glasses. Behind the meticulously clean lenses were a pair of sharp black eyes. He exuded an air of rigor from head to toe.
The auctioneer was stunned when he saw the newcomer. "Sir, we're having an auction here. Did you come to the wrong place?"
But logically speaking, without Pei Yan's invitation, there is no way to enter the venue.
The man's dark eyes scanned the scene.
Finally, his eyes fell on Mr. 438, and his calm expression suddenly fluctuated slightly.
And the moment Mr. No. 438 saw Bo Jinzhou, his face suddenly froze!
He suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned his head, his previous domineering aura gone.
Like a turtle, she curled up in the seat, silently begging in her heart, praying that he would not be seen by the man.
Bo Jinzhou retracted his gaze and fixed it accurately on the familiar little figure on the stage.
At this time, little Taozhi was waving his little paws excitedly in his direction, his soft little face full of joy and excitement.
In response, Bo Jinzhou curled his lips and said, "I'm here to participate in the auction. I want the painting next to you."
There was an uproar below.
No bidder has ever been so determined to win an item at an auction.
Watching the interaction between Xiao Taozhi and Bo Jinzhou, Fu Chuanxing, Pei Yan, and Xiao Yucheng could probably guess Bo Jinzhou's identity.
Fu Chuanxing nudged Lu Ting gently with his elbow: "He is Xiao Taozhi's last father."
Lu Ting glanced at Fu Chuanxing coldly and did not answer, which was considered as his agreement.
Fu Chuanxing withdrew his gaze. It seemed that it was similar to what he guessed. Xiao Taozhi's fifth father was not a simple person either.
It became increasingly difficult to take Xiao Taozhi away alone.
The auctioneer pointed at Mr. 438 and said, "Sir, this lot has been bought by Mr. 438 for a whopping two hundred thousand interstellar coins."
"Oh, really?"
There was a rare hint of playfulness in Fu Chuanxing's usually steady voice.
This time, he didn't even glance at Mr. 438. He asked the auctioneer, "But didn't you just strike the hammer twice? The third strike hasn't happened yet. Does this mean I still have a chance to bid for that painting?"
That was indeed true. The auctioneer nodded and said, "Yes, you may continue bidding. What is your bid..."
Fu Chuanxing said casually: "Four hundred thousand."
It seemed that in his mouth, the 400,000 interstellar coins were just like four dollars.
"Four hundred thousand! Now, the price of this painting by little Tao Zhi has been raised to four hundred thousand!"
The guests below were more or less surprised by Bo Jinzhou's move.
However, Tao Zhi's three fathers did not react much, as if they had anticipated Bo Jinzhou's actions.
Only Xiao Yucheng didn't quite understand Bo Jinzhou's actions. "If I remember correctly, this Bo guy is just a Supreme Court judge. Where the hell did he get so much money? He became an evicted household overnight?"
(End of this chapter)
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