The young master raised his eyelids slightly, "But next time you want to enter the gate of Qingque, it will be impossible. Is this clear enough?"
Hu Mingzu's face in the audience turned blue and red.
In Hengcheng, the most famous place for collecting antiques, besides the Dark Realm, is Qingque.
The Dark Realm was full of old men who were more cunning than foxes. If he went there, not only would his eyesight not be as good as theirs, but his financial resources would be far inferior to theirs. How could he rob them? But 50 million yuan would buy a pair of colorful porcelain vases...
If it's a good thing, then it's fine.
If he made a mistake, not only would he be in big trouble when he got home, but he would also be laughed at by others in the circle, and he would lose not only face but also dignity.
After thinking it over again and again, Hu Mingzu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"
"Someone, show the guests away!"
Gui Shao raised his eyes and saw the two bodyguards standing at the door coming over, one on the left and one on the right, pulling Hu Mingzu, who was unable to speak, out.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Ye Wan said faintly, "Count it on me."
???
Are you here to pick up a bargain?
"60 million!"
"80 million!"
The bidding sounded again.
On the stage, Ghost Young Master knocked the auction hammer lightly, "50 million, deal! Congratulations to No. 19, please go backstage to trade!"
Everyone: ??? Hu Mingzu, who was escorted to the door by bodyguards: !!! His face was ashen. Hu Mingzu knew that just now, the opportunity to get rich quickly slipped through his fingers.
Ye Wan stood up and went backstage.
In the stands, the young ghost who had been leaning on the auction table like a boneless person stood up and said, "Today's auction ends here. Thank you all for your support!"
"Dispersed..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gui Shao disappeared behind the closed curtain.
As soon as he entered the backstage, he was met with Ye Wan's eyes that were filled with a hint of anger.
The ghost spread his hands, "It wasn't my idea!"
Although this pair of colorful porcelain vases is a pair, one of them is the authentic one.
The other one is in the Daying Museum.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has negotiated for so many years, but the other party has refused to return the porcelain vase.
At this moment, a pair appeared in Qingque's underground auction house.
Regardless of how high the price of the authentic one would be, the other identical fake would definitely make Qingque the target of public criticism.
It shouldn't be too obvious why it's taken out.
Uncle Gui really has... good intentions!
"Put your things away!"
Glancing at the fake in the porcelain vase, Ye Wan raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's quite good as a family heirloom!"
Ghost: ...
When I looked up again, I saw Ye Wan had stood up and walked out.
Looking at the girl's receding back, Gui Shao narrowed his eyes slightly.
She must have thought he didn't remember her?
After all, at that time, it was difficult for him to even breathe, let alone open his eyes and speak a word.
But it was just such a coincidence.
The moment she looked at him, he opened his eyes.
Just happened to see those clear eyes.
Gui Bo had been looking for her for five years but couldn't find her, and her former employers all thought she had disappeared.
But only he knew that when she was in Lucheng that year, from beginning to end, only her eyes were real.
After leaving Lucheng, she must have restored her true appearance. How could Guibo find her?
Ye Wan.
What a nice name.
"Young Master..."
The staff asked.
The young ghost turned around and pointed at the real thing in the porcelain bottle, "This, put it in the vault."
"What about the other one?"
"Another one..."
The ghost boy turned the walnut in his hand and said, "Send it home and keep it as a family heirloom!"
???
Was the young master wrong? If it was a family heirloom, it must be a genuine one. How could it be a fake one? Several staff members looked at each other and stood in a daze backstage.
(End of this chapter)