Most of the attendees were in the audience area on the first floor. As long as Chaochao stood by the glass window and looked down, she could see a sea of heads overhead.
Although they don't qualify to move into the second floor, those who receive invitations are generally worth over 100 million; otherwise, they wouldn't meet the auction threshold.
However, even those who are already richer than 99% of their compatriots and stand at the top of the pyramid are still shrouded in the shadow of the behemoth.
In reality, this is what social class is.
All the audience seats were focused on a single, elevated platform not far away, surrounded by darkness, with only a beam of light shining on the platform.
After a violin concerto was performed by an internationally renowned orchestra, the stage lights came on, and the auction officially began.
The large-screen LCD TV in the private room played the same content simultaneously.
The little dumpling, who was initially trying to fall asleep to the music, finally perked up a bit, but started to get sleepy again after the host introduced several products.
What bronze cup that the emperor of the Sugar Dynasty secretly kept...?
Chaochao yawned.
Why would you buy a cup that an old man has drunk from...?
Was the emperor of the Sugar Dynasty named after his sugar-selling family? He must have had a lot of sugar then...
As Chaochao clung to Huo Qin's arm and her head began to slump downwards, she vaguely thought to herself.
Then she heard the host's powerful, melodious voice: "Next up is a rose tiara crafted by a master jeweler, originally made for Princess Belissa in the 19th century, set with seventy-two diamonds..."
Upon hearing the word "princess," Chaochao's ears twitched instantly. She opened her eyes and looked towards the television, her brain processing the information for three seconds—
Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open!
Isn't this the crown she drew for the princess yesterday?
The little boy watched the video about crowns on TV attentively, nodding his head in approval as he listened, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
So this is what a real crown looks like.
Huo Qin's gaze lingered on Chaochao, who was intently watching the live stream, and he asked succinctly, "Do you like it?"
As expected, the little dumpling replied crisply without turning her head, "I like it, I like it! Look!"
"Do you want it?"
Huo Qin then spoke.
Chaochao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said honestly in her childish voice, "My head is too small to wear it."
"It's okay, we can adjust the size."
Huo Qin casually dismissed the little dumpling's concerns, his deep, narrow eyes gesturing to Lin Cheng to the side.
Chaochao, suddenly showered with her father's domineering CEO-style care: "?"
In the training room.
Yu Ning, now dressed in her waitress uniform, straightened her skirt and listened expressionlessly as the supervisor emphasized the precautions for the third time.
In short, the key is to avoid offending VIPs.
Auctions are a game that only the wealthy can participate in.
However, this also means that part-time waiters can earn 1,000 yuan for serving drinks for just three hours a night.
Yu Ning, who spent a fortune to buy the crystal pig, is now penniless and has to earn some extra money to make ends meet.
Moreover...
Who knows when the original owner's gambling-addicted father will come back.
According to the procedure, after the auction, the invited guests will move to another high-end banquet hall to participate in a celebrity dinner, which is also a way for the auction house to consolidate its client resources.
After about an hour and a half, people began to arrive at the banquet hall after the training ended. They were all well-dressed and chatting happily.
The girl next to Yu Ning couldn't help but whisper enviously, "They're all big shots. A little bit of their earnings would be enough for an ordinary family to live on for a lifetime..."
Yu Ningguang listened, her calm face showing no emotion.
As the VIPs passed by to collect their wine, Yu Ning overheard two entrepreneurs exchanging astonished remarks, seemingly still recalling the grand occasion at the event: "660 million... and it has to be the Huo family, jumping directly from 300 million to over 600 million, probably just for good luck..."
"Who can argue with that... With so many people attending today's unprecedented event, how many of them aren't here for the Huo family?"
The two middle-aged men took their wine glasses and walked and talked.
Hearing the astronomical figures they mentioned, Yu Ning remained completely unmoved. Class divisions exist in every world.
There's nothing surprising about that.
Even a fraction of 660 million is enough to buy half of her life.
But—the Huo family?
Yu Ning frowned inwardly, pondering the few remaining memories in her mind.
Has it appeared in a novel?
In the time that followed, Yu Ning, carrying a tray and moving among the successful people, heard the word "Huo family" or "President Huo" the most.
The increasingly rapid beating of her heart gave Yu Ning an ominous premonition, the key being that she couldn't find the cause of the trouble.
Those industry celebrities talked big, but many of them couldn't help but glance toward the entrance of the banquet hall.
It seems they are waiting for someone to arrive.
Based on the focus of their conversation, Yu Ning guessed that the person they were waiting for was undoubtedly President Huo.
Furthermore, given that the banquet is now nearly halfway through but the so-called President Huo has still not shown up, it's likely that the person they're expecting won't be coming.
Now, a small number of people have already left their seats, unable to contain their impatience, while the rest can't help but sigh with regret.
Gradually, the so-called celebrity banquets fast-forwarded to a different style.
Within Yu Ning's field of vision, a young man with a sweet, cloying voice tried to get close to the rich woman, but after only touching her hands twice, he was pushed away by the rich woman with a frown, and she went off to talk business with other bosses while smiling.
Yu Ning, who was watching this scene, thought to herself that it was probably because the male celebrity's cologne smelled stronger than that of the rich woman herself.
She wrinkled her itchy nose uncomfortably, still feeling the fumes, before she could look away.
Unfortunately, this scene was witnessed by the pretty boy who had just been rejected.
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