The news from backstage made the experienced auctioneer look surprised, and his peach blossom eyes widened.
"Okay, I just received a message. Bidder number 9 said that no matter how much the other bidders bid, she will add 10 million."
"What? Why did No. 9 suddenly die? Are we doomed to never be able to bring the national treasure back home?"
The Chinese businessmen who heard the news did not know that one of the girls brought by Mrs. Qin from City S was the number 9 they were looking for. They even thought that number 9 was a mysterious foreign tycoon because of the previous rumors.
At this point, they were all gloomy and sighing over the sudden arrival of No. 9. Some antiquities enthusiasts even began to despair.
In one of the private rooms, the director of the S Province Museum and the director of the A City Museum sat on the sofa in silence, holding their heads. A young man was walking back and forth quickly in the room next to the screen, his clenched fists and clenched teeth showing his inner anger.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and punched the wall, his eyes red.
"Damn it! Is this number 9 also from Country J? Why is it so difficult to welcome this national treasure home!?"
The companions who were traveling with him quickly pulled the man back, and although they were also unwilling, they still tried to comfort him.
"The Chamber of Commerce may not give up. We still have hope."
But his expression was gloomy, and I didn't know whether he was advising the young people or himself.
On the contrary, the atmosphere in the J country businessman's box began to become jubilant.
Sato's face was full of gloating.
"Hahaha! Let Number 9 compete with the Chinese. I don't know why Number 9 suddenly became interested in porcelain, but he's really helped us out a lot. Maybe we can actually buy their national treasure right under their noses. I can't wait to see what color those Chinese people's faces will turn."
Tanaka was also ecstatic. He looked at Sato excitedly and couldn't help but ask.
"Should we raise the price again and add fuel to the fire?"
"No!"
Sato's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Number 9's identity is mysterious. After spending nearly 40 billion at an auction, he's still claiming to be bidding for the Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase. The power behind him shouldn't be underestimated. We don't need to offend him. On the contrary, it's better to stop now and still sell him one. With Number 9 around, those Chinese guys will never be able to win the plum vase."
Zhang Wenyu's phone kept beeping. She picked it up and was instantly amused. The news about the mysterious bidder, number 9, had finally arrived.
Here, Ding Qingluan also looked at Zhang Wenyu while holding the phone that was talking, as if she had something to say.
"Wenwen, didn't you tell anyone that you are number 9?"
"Huh? They don't know you're number 9?!"
An Ruo was also surprised and quickly picked up her phone to check the message.
She knew more people and had more information. As she was flipping through the pages, she suddenly came across a piece of news about Number 9's identity. She held back a laugh and handed the phone to Zhang Wenyu.
"Wenwen, they said you're from Japan. Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"
After saying that, he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
Zhang Wenyu was speechless. This insult was too filthy.
It was also a coincidence that Zhang Wenyu and his companions arrived early and did not meet anyone else.
The older generation only knew that Ding Qingluan from City S came to attend the auction. Although they knew that she also brought two young girls with her, they just thought that they were children from aristocratic families who came to play, and did not focus the investigation on her and An Ruo at all.
As for the younger generation, Zhang Wenyu was only familiar with Chen Shaojia and a few others. However, neither of them mentioned their numbers during their conversations. An Ruo assumed Chen Shaojia and the others knew about it, so she didn't mention it either. So, no one really knew that Zhang Wenyu was number 9.
Previously, Zhang Wenyu's purchase of Kangdi Building aroused the curiosity of the bigwigs, but the act of investigating the identity of No. 9 triggered the system's protection mechanism, causing everyone to subconsciously ignore Zhang Wenyu himself and other matters related to Zhang Wenyu. However, all of this became rationalized under the operation of the system, so that Zhang Wenyu himself did not know that someone was looking for bidder No. 9.
"This is such a big mistake. I'm going to tell them right now, please don't let families start fighting with each other."
Ding Qingluan picked up her phone and quickly spread the news.
The Chamber of Commerce didn't expect that its hopeless question would actually lead to the truth.
The mysterious resurrected bidder No. 9 is not from country Y as rumored, nor is he from country I, nor is he from country J, but he is from China!
"Country J's conspiracy is bound to fail. They want us to fight Number 9, but they don't know that Number 9 is Chinese. Hurry up and block the news. Don't let Number 9's true identity get out. Hahaha, who is the genius who spread these rumors? We should thank him!"
"I heard that this number 9 is actually younger than the young master of the Qin family in S City. He is another young talent."
After knowing the truth, everyone in the Chamber of Commerce felt much more relaxed and started chatting and laughing.
The museum's cultural relics protectors saw that the Chamber of Commerce had not made any bid and thought that the Chamber of Commerce had given up. The two curators called around to raise money, hoping to make another effort to get the property.
Standing by the glass wall, Director Zhou was flipping through his address book, looking for someone who could help. Suddenly, an unfamiliar phone call came in.
"Hello, hello, I'm Zhou Guanzhao."
"Hello, Director Zhou, I'm Ding Qingluan."
A soft female voice came from the other side of the microphone. Director Zhou listened to the other party's statement with his mouth open, his expression blank.
After hanging up the phone, Director Zhou turned around and looked at his companions in the box who were still working hard for the return of the cultural relics. His expression was half-smile, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too incredulous to utter a complete sentence.
"I...he...isn't, uh, number 9..."
"Old Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
Director Wang felt a little nervous when he saw that his old friend was obviously not well.
The body is stiff and unresponsive, the lips tremble, and the speech is difficult.
This symptom?!
Could it be that Lao Zhou was overly stimulated and had a stroke?!
Director Wang was frightened by his own guess and hurried forward to support Director Zhou.
Director Zhou also recovered at this time, took a deep breath, and grabbed Director Wang. He laughed happily.
"Old Wang, we don't need to keep raising money! Bidder No. 9, she's one of us! Hahaha! Chairman Ding of the S City Chamber of Commerce just called me and said that Bidder No. 9 is in the same box with her. She's Chinese, one of us!"
Everyone in the box was stunned.
Director Wang was stunned at first, then he was overjoyed and clapped his hands and laughed.
"What?! We Chinese? Great! Now our national treasure is safe! Hahaha! This is such great news! The villain from Country J definitely didn't expect that Number 9 would be one of us Chinese. He wanted us to compete with Number 9, but he didn't know that the cultural relic would be delivered directly to us. Great! God really has mercy on us! Hahaha!"
The excitement instantly broke the previous solemn atmosphere.
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