"Young Master Fang, 250 million is too much."
"Yes, Young Master Fang."
The executives finally had a chance to speak.
Um?
wrong?
Something's not right.
Fang Xing'an came to his senses. He had spent 250 million to buy a piece of calligraphy by the owner of Fuyun Auction House?!
This kind of thing is practically worthless.
But when it came to him, it cost a full 250 million.
Fang Xing'an was heartbroken!
Let alone his father being just an ordinary richest man in Nanjiang City, even the richest man in many big cities couldn't afford this amount of money.
"It doesn't matter."
"At least I won, which made that kid feel bad and unhappy."
Now that things have come to this, there's no going back.
Fang Xing'an could only grit his teeth and console himself that making Ye Chen unhappy and giving him a terrible auction experience was the most important thing.
A short while later, Fang Xing'an was invited onto the stage because he had won the bid for the final item.
"Thank you for your insightful remarks tonight, Mr. Fang. Let's give him a round of applause."
The person in charge congratulated Fang Xing'an.
Clap clap clap.
From below the stage, countless rounds of applause erupted.
Enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd and the feeling of being the center of attention, Fang Xing'an was no longer so distressed about the money.
It feels so good to be pretentious.
Fang Xing'an's lips involuntarily turned up, and he smiled brightly.
It's just 250 million, isn't it?
He paid for it.
Fang Xing'an was extremely pleased with himself.
While enjoying the feeling of showing off, Fang Xing'an glanced smugly at Ye Chen.
This feeling of being the center of attention is something Ye Chen will never experience again.
At this point, the person in charge spoke again:
"Now, please welcome our boss, Mr. Ye, to the stage."
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