Is this still an auction? Or is it a competition of ruthlessness?
Everyone admires Xinghe, but spending 1 million on Xinghe’s handwriting does seem a bit painful to think about.
After all, Xinghe is still alive, not a calligrapher from the Tang Dynasty or a lyrical writer from the Song Dynasty.
Even if Xinghe is the number one contemporary sci-fi novelist and a major figure in the author circle, 1 million for two words?
Forgive our limited imagination.
If it were an eight-character signed book, that might be different... ahem.
Everyone, shocked, couldn’t help but stretch their necks to get a clear look at the identities of the two bidders.
What they saw only heightened the shock throughout the room.
It turned out, the first bidder was Miss Jun from the President Mansion!
The second bidder was the president of Imperial Publishing House!
Holy crap...
"Even the publishing house is scrambling to bid for these words, it seems it’s definitely Xinghe’s book cover."
"Does that an it must be Master Mu Yun’s calligraphy?"
"Anyway, 1 million is definitely worth it!"
"You’re making itch to bid too!"
The discussions below were so lively, they could even be heard clearly from the second floor.
Nalan Ye Jue smiled lightly and asked Qin Xin, "Does my lady want these words?"
Qin Xin replied without hesitation, "No."
It’s fake, what’s the use of having it?
Nalan Ye Jue said, "Is my lady being too frugal? If you feel it’s a waste, I can bid on your behalf."
What’s one or two million?
To make my lady happy, this amount is not much at all.
Qin Xin quickly stopped him, "No. Absolutely not! I have sothing better."
It’s just the words ’Xinghe’, I can get them as much as needed.
Because she moved too fast, she directly pressed his large hand with her small one, afraid he might raise the bidding paddle.
Nalan Ye Jue’s palm, in an instant, felt as if a powerful current passed through!
He took a deep breath to suppress the surging current and the impulse rushing around his body, saying slowly, "Okay. I’ll follow my lady’s arrangent."
Qin Xin, realizing afterward, found warmth in her palm.
The man’s hand was unexpectedly warm.
She quickly withdrew her hand, her face blushing slightly.
She lowered her eyes and quickly sent the next order on her old phone: "2 million."
The president of the publishing house felt like his hand wasn’t his own, chanically raising the paddle, announcing the 2 million figure, feeling like he was a robot!
So terrifying, 2 million for two words, especially when Xinghe himself had confird that these were counterfeit, is this madness?
But, what he didn’t know was that his chanical hand-raising looked like a crazy provocation in Jun Ruyi’s eyes in the seventh row behind.
Damn it, a re publisher president dares to compete with her?
She also heard so of the chatter earlier, it seems this president is utterly convinced that this is indeed Xinghe’s authentic book cover, and is fighting desperately for it?
Knowing whoever receives this will have a bombshell gift for any of Xinghe’s loyal fans?
No way, since the publishing house president is competing, she must secure it at all costs.
She gritted her teeth and directly went big: "5 million!"
The entire room fell silent.
Even the host began to feel weak in the knees.
This...
The most powerful auction piece tonight, he’d never imagined it would be the words of Xinghe.
Even the Tang Dynasty’s Lady Portrait was left far behind.
The host, with a trembling voice, called out, "5 million, first call."
"5 million, second call..."
The president of the publishing house, also with trembling hands, sent a ssage asking Qin Xin, "Big Boss, should we... bid higher?"
A second later, he received Qin Xin’s reply: "We’re done."
Stunned, with the instincts of an execution machine, the president queried again: "Huh? Why?"
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