"Two million for the third time. Let's congratulate Mr. Ling on successfully bidding for Lot 3." This price was far beyond their expectations, which made the auctioneer's face crease with a big smile.
Ling Qianchen turned around expressionlessly. When his eyes met Ji Bai's, there was a hint of provocation in them, as if saying, "Kid, if you don't have the money, go home and sleep. Don't always think about finding a girlfriend. No puppy love."
He thought he would see Ji Bai flustered and ashamed, but instead, Ji Bai looked at him like he was a fool.
"Alas, you're such an adult. Why are you so impulsive? Can't you tell that Qian Xu was doing it on purpose? Just now, Sister said she wanted me to deliberately bid up the price to make him keep raising it and then let him be a sucker. Who knew you'd come in and spoil it. It's a pity. I thought I could see him make a fool of himself."
When saying these words, there was a hint of schadenfreude in Ji Bai's tone.
"Pfft." Lu Ziyan was sitting next to Ling Qianchen. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing. The next second, he saw his good brother's glaring look and quickly held it back.
But it was really funny. Ling Qianchen, who was usually so smart, had a moment of foolishness. He spent money just to show off in front of the girl he liked, but unexpectedly, he became the sucker in their mouths.
Hahaha. It turned out that the man who seemed so aloof and uninterested in worldly affairs also had the impulse to show off in front of the girl he liked.
Ling Qianchen had lost his temper countless times today. But his excellent self - control allowed him to quickly adjust his expression. When he turned back, he still looked calm.
"What a pity? Compared to making him spend more money as a sucker, I think it's more interesting to see his frustrated expression when he fails to get anything."
Whether it was interesting or not, Qian Xu and other playboys had never been taken seriously by someone like Ling Qianchen. But the situation forced him to say something to save face.
Sure enough, just as Ling Qianchen said, for the following lots, as long as Qian Xu showed interest and made an offer, someone would immediately follow with a higher bid.
Soon, the price would exceed the original value of the lot. That wasn't important. What was important was that he was so frustrated.
Who? Who was targeting him?
After being deliberately bid up several times, Qian Xu finally realized he was being targeted.
Anger shot straight to his head, and he flew into a rage.
After the starting price of the next lot was announced, he didn't hesitate to raise his sign and said, "Three hundred thousand."
As soon as his voice fell, a cold voice followed, "Four hundred thousand."
Emotions can control one's rationality. Qian Xu, who had been targeted again and again, was on the verge of madness. As expected, he was targeted once more. His eyes turned blood - red, and he didn't hesitate to raise his sign again, "Five hundred thousand."
Another sign was raised from another place. Although it was from the same general direction, it was obvious that it wasn't the same person as before.
"Six hundred thousand."
After several more rounds of deliberately raising the price, Qian Xu's IQ gradually disappeared. He roared impatiently, "Three million."
With this roar, there was a gasp from the surroundings. People looked at Qian Xu and then whispered to those beside them.
Yuan Meng was enjoying the show. Seeing that the price had far exceeded the value, she turned to Ling Qianchen, who was still about to raise the bid, and said, "Mr. Ling, you should know that this thing is not worth this much. Since someone is determined to get it, why not just let him have it?"
Her sly tone and happy smile pleased Ling Qianchen. He put down the sign, well - hiding his emotions, and replied indifferently, "Well, since Miss Ai Yue has said so, I should surely give her this face."
The auctioneer's face was beaming with joy. If it weren't for maintaining his image, he would have rushed up to give Qian Xu a big hug.
"Three million for the first time, three million for the second time. Is there anyone else making a bid? Three million for the third time. Okay, sold. Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully bidding for Lot 9." As the hammer fell, Lot 9 was successfully sold.
Finally getting a chance to save face, Qian Xu's previously frustrated mood brightened a bit.
A smug look appeared on his face. When he turned his head, he saw three bright smiles from the seats behind him.
However, those bright smiles were not sincere blessings but rather expressions of schadenfreude.
That's right. Those three smiles as bright as flowers belonged to Ji Bai, Yuan Meng, and Ling Qianchen. During the auction, Ji Bai would also chime in from time to time, so he also felt a sense of accomplishment from this result.
It served Qian Xu right for always bullying him. Now, it was finally his turn to fight back. Qian Xu had to swallow this bitter pill without a place to complain.
Moreover, when Ling Qianchen saw Qian Xu looking over, he nodded slightly at him.
Qian Xu immediately felt as if he had swallowed a fly. The little bit of good mood he had just regained vanished in an instant. The clear sky in his heart was instantly covered with dark clouds.
"It's time for a break. Let's give our warmest applause to welcome Mr. Yuan Xingcheng to sing a beautiful song for us."
Yuan Xingcheng stood up from his seat, walked forward gracefully and calmly, with a smile on his lips. He took the microphone from the auctioneer.
He cleared his throat, put the microphone to his mouth, and as the music started, his magnetic and deep voice slowly flowed out, full of charisma.
The guests on - site were a bit intoxicated by the singing. Yuan Meng had a smile on her face. Her great - nephew had grown up.
Yuan Xingcheng seemed to sense something and directly met Yuan Meng's gaze. A big smile suddenly bloomed on his face, which stunned everyone on - site.
When the song ended, those who had been immersed in the music gradually came to their senses.
Yuan Xingcheng had already returned the microphone to the auctioneer and came to the empty seat behind Yuan Meng.
After sitting down, Yuan Xingcheng leaned forward, while Yuan Meng was just leaning back on the chair. Invisibly, the distance between them was only a few centimeters.
"Miss Ai Yue, how was my performance just now? Are you satisfied?" His voice was deep but not deliberately lowered.
Ling Qianchen, sitting next to them, heard every single word. Just as he was about to give a cold snort and make some sarcastic remarks, he heard Yuan Meng's voice.
"It was great. I've seen you sing on TV before. I was really amazed at that time. But now, hearing you sing up close is a whole different feeling. It even seems better than on TV. Anyway, I think it's really good, and I like it very much."
What? It was just a song. What was there to like? Ling Qianchen didn't understand, but there was a sour feeling in his heart. He was jealous.