For the next 20 pieces of raw stones, Chen Du did not participate in the bidding once.
When 39-22 came on stage and the host said "starting price 150,000", Wan Qiang called Chen Du, "Mr. Chen, this is a good one."
When everyone raised the price to 3 million, Chen Du directly shouted: "10 million."
Being rich and powerful is just like this!
For a moment, other bigwigs were talking about it.
"This rough stone doesn't look like it will yield anything good. Is Chen Du crazy? He actually asked for 10 million..."
"The auction house's rule is that there's no good stuff on the 22nd. Chen Du isn't new to the auction house, so why is he bidding like a madman?"
"Don't you know? Mr. Shen brought a helper with him. It was probably his idea."
"Helper? Who?"
"The most popular fortune-telling anchor at the moment, the ancestor of metaphysics, Wan Qiang."
"Wan Qiang? The vase who's been playing supporting roles in the entertainment industry for a few years and is completely obscure?"
"That's her. Mrs. Li, you can never say that again. She's very accurate in fortune-telling on Kuaiyu Live. Everyone respectfully calls her Master Wan. People in her profession are incredibly powerful and shouldn't be offended."
"It's like this, Mrs. Li, you'd better be more cautious."
“…”
Everyone tried to persuade her, but Mrs. Li seemed determined and refused to listen.
She snorted with disdain, "A young girl, still wet behind the ears, is trying to imitate others' tricks? Aren't you afraid of losing face for your ancestors?"
Wan Qiang, a Taoist practitioner, had five senses and seven orifices that were different from those of ordinary people. She listened to every word Mrs. Li said.
Wan Qiang said: "You can doubt my beauty, but you can't doubt my professionalism. Very good, Mrs. Li, right? You have successfully caught my attention."
As a result, Chen Du successfully won the 39-22 rough stone.
The moment the host announced the deal, Shen Du called his trusted bodyguard and ordered in a stern voice, "Go inform Mrs. Li that Master Wan is my honored guest. Her rude remarks are a disrespect to me, Shen. The Shen family will not attend the Li family's charity dinner next week."
"Okay, President."
As soon as the bodyguard left, Chen Du stood up and bowed to Wan Qiang, "Master Wan, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged."
"It's okay." Wan Qiang waved her hand, looking nonchalant. "It's normal for our industry to be misunderstood. Mr. Shen, don't take it to heart."
…
At that time, in the office on the top floor of Linlang Pavilion.
The woman in the black gauze dress frowned unhappily and asked through the intercom, "Who bought 39-22?"
A voice from below came from the intercom, "Pavilion Master, it's Chen Du."
"Find a way to get it back," the woman ordered sternly. "If you can't get it back, you don't have to come back."
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