The J people did not want to be at odds with No. 9 so they stopped bidding. The Chinese people also did not bid after knowing No. 9's true identity.
The auctioneer signaled to the audience again.
"Eight hundred million for the third time!"
"make a deal!"
The auctioneer's hammer fell, and the ownership of the Yuan blue and white plum vase was decided.
The staff put the information of the last item of the auction on the big screen.
The auctioneer also started the auction of the last item of the day.
"This is today's final lot, a samurai sword from Japan, the Hasebe Oshikiri. This sword was forged by a swordsmith during Japan's Nanboku-cho period. The blade is 64.8 centimeters long."
"Starting price: 500,000"
"Asshole! Yasakiri Hasebe is our national treasure! Why is he here?!"
Sato, who had just been gloating, became furious and kicked the table next to him away.
Tanaka's eyes were filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth.
"This is our shame. Those who sold out the Yasukiri Hasebe are the scum of the empire and should commit seppuku!"
The others at the auction didn't care about the J-countryman's feelings. Because the J-countryman had previously deliberately bid up the price, they now spontaneously joined in. Unlike the high price of the Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase, the price of the pressed Hasebe piece gave many people who came to buy it a chance to compete. The increase in bidders also caused the price of this item to rise rapidly.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Six hundred thousand!"
"Seven hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Seven hundred and sixty thousand!"
Things change, and the scene of the Yuan blue and white plum vase auction is being repeated, but the situations of both parties are reversed.
"Assholes! Assholes! A bunch of shameless people who stole other people's national treasures!"
Sato and Tanaka kept cursing, but they were helpless in doing anything about the situation.
The auction company not only has capital forces from Country B, but also from Country M, which makes them feel afraid and dare not make a scene here.
Zhang Wenyu also got in on the fun and raised the price by another 200,000 yuan to make it a round number.
"Number 9 bids one million!"
The people around fell silent after No. 9's bid, and no one competed with her after that.
Zhang Wenyu was also dumbfounded.
Why is there no one bidding? Wasn't everyone bidding just now?! She doesn't know anything about this thing and doesn't really want to buy it!
Ding Qingluan guessed some of the reasons. Those who knew Number 9's true identity naturally wouldn't compete with Zhang Wenyu. And among those who didn't know Number 9's identity, those with less influence didn't dare to compete with Zhang Wenyu, and powerful families didn't want to offend Zhang Wenyu over such a small matter.
And because of the previous speculation about No. 9's nationality, several foreign forces thought that No. 9 was their compatriot, and they did not fight because they wanted to give their compatriots face.
As for why Country J didn't bid, she really didn't understand. However, the people of Country J had different brains than normal people, so it was normal not to understand their behavior.
In Country J's private room, Sato and Tanaka were equally puzzled. Analyzing the items sold before the 9th, it was clear that they weren't particularly interested in this type of item. They hadn't bid on items from other countries before. But suddenly, they were bidding on artifacts twice in a row, a stark contrast to their previous style, which made them suspicious.
Tanaka hesitated for a moment and said.
"Sato-kun, No. 9's sudden intervention twice in a row is related to us. Could it be that he is actually from our country J?"
Sato stroked the small mustache under his nose thoughtfully.
"Tanaka-kun's assumption makes sense. A person's sudden change of behavior must have a reason. Last time, Number 9 made a strong move to snatch the plum vase from those Chinese people. This time, he fought for our J country's national treasure. I think he couldn't bear to see the empire's national treasure lost. It seems that Number 9 is not a mixed-race person from Y country and I country as the staff rumored, but a member of our great J Empire."
Seeing that Sato had the same idea as him, Tanaka relaxed his expression and asked in a low voice.
"Then should we continue to raise the price with No. 9?"
Sato narrowed his cold eyes and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.
"No need. Since No. 9 has already made his move, there's no reason for us to compete with our compatriots. These people want to stop us from bringing Yakiri Hasebe back to Japan, but they don't dare to compete with No. 9, not knowing that No. 9 is actually from Japan. Their plan is doomed to fail."
Tanaka looked flattering.
"Sato-kun, what a brilliant insight!"
Seeing that no one continued to bid, the auctioneer dropped the hammer decisively.
"A million third time!"
"make a deal!"
"Congratulations to No. 9 for successfully bidding on the Yakiri Hasebe!" "Okay, distinguished guests, this auction has concluded successfully! I hope everyone has secured their favorite items, and we look forward to seeing you next time!"
Participants who did not get anything started to leave one after another, and buyers who successfully bought the items were going through the settlement and delivery procedures with the auction staff.
As Zhang Wenyu was the customer who spent the most at the auction, the auction director Yang Fei came in person to handle the matter for Zhang Wenyu.
Yang Fei knocked on the door of the box and saw three women who were obviously Chinese sitting inside.
Huh? What's going on? Wasn't it said that Number 9 was a mixed-race person from Country J, Country Y, and Country I, and that he was a successful middle-aged man who had just arrived from Country I and was about to visit his parents, wife, and children in Country J?
He even brought a translator who spoke three languages, fearing that this successful mixed-race person wouldn't understand Chinese and would have difficulty communicating. But why were there three Chinese women?!
He also recognized the two people near the door. The older one in the middle was Ding Qingluan, the mistress of the Qin family in S City and also the president of the S City Chamber of Commerce. The girl on the left, wearing a pink knitted dress, was the second daughter of the S City An family. The girl in the innermost part, wearing a Dior dress with a gold butterfly print, was a bit unfamiliar, but judging by her elegant and graceful demeanor, he knew she must be the daughter of a wealthy family.
Yang Fei wiped the sweat from his head and looked between the three of them, unable to make up his mind.
"Excuse me, who is bidder number 9?"
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in all his years of working at the auction. Not only could he not retrieve the information of the participating bidders, but the person he sent to inquire also brought back the outrageous news that number 9 was a middle-aged mixed-race man.
Zhang Wenyu nodded and gestured to Yang Fei.
Looking at the other person's confused look, I suddenly felt guilty.
The system's interference capabilities were too strong. They couldn't even find her at the auction, even though she had signed in with her number plate before entering. However, this also gave her even more confidence in the system's capabilities.
As if it had heard Zhang Wenyu's inner thoughts, the mechanical voice that had been silent for a long time sounded again, with the same steady tone and precise pronunciation as when it was first bound, but without any emotion.
"The system's protection function is activated. It will automatically protect the host's identity and interfere with the cognition of those who inquire about the host's identity. Please rationalize your identity as soon as possible. The system will help the host correct other people's memories of the host and the host's family until they accept the host's new identity."
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