At the start of the event, the venue beca rather quiet, everyone holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Everyone’s focus was on Pan Wei’s artwork, just waiting for this mont to co.
"Start!"
"Hold on!"
As the auctioneer shouted, Price interrupted.
"Hmm? What’s going on?"
Instantly, the hundreds of eyes in the room turned to Price, puzzled, waiting for his explanation.
Price smiled, suddenly stood up, and looked towards the back where Ye Chenfeng and Ji Qiushui were seated.
Everyone followed his gaze to the back, focusing on Ye Chenfeng.
Price chuckled and said, "Actually, everyone overlooked a wealthy character sitting right there. I think if he makes a move, then today won’t have anything to do with us."
"Hidden wealthy individual?" Everyone was stunned and even more confused.
"How could it be? If he’s wealthy, why would he be sitting there?" People disagreed with Price’s statent, even doubting if he had mistaken the person.
However, when everyone noticed Ji Qiushui nearby, they seed to understand a bit more. They vaguely guessed Price’s intention, it was probably to embarrass Ye Chenfeng.
"Let’s have this wealthy fellow bid first, don’t hide anymore." Price looked at Ye Chenfeng and said with a smile.
But those who guessed Price’s intention felt that his smile could kill.
"Ugh!"
At this mont, all eyes were on Ye Chenfeng and Ji Qiushui, even masters like Pan Wei glanced over.
Ye Chenfeng found himself in a dilemma, unable to move forward or retreat.
Yet, Ye Chenfeng, under such intense scrutiny, remained unfazed.
While Ji Qiushui, facing such a large crowd for the first ti, beca nervous and sowhat at a loss.
"You bid! I’ll pay!"
Ji Qiushui wanted to defuse the awkward situation, so she urged Ye Chenfeng to bid quickly.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Alright then!"
With that, Ye Chenfeng picked up the number paddle from the table and raised it.
"Bang!"
Ye Chenfeng took out three paper notes from his pocket and slapped them onto the table.
At the sa ti, he shouted loudly, "Two hundred and fifty!"
"Hahahahaha..."
When everyone saw two hundred yuan and a fifty-yuan note on the table, they burst out laughing.
Even those who were always serious couldn’t help but laugh, the scene resembled a cody show.
"Hahaha..." Price and Ji Fengyu laughed the loudest.
"Pretending to be a big shot with no money, huh?" Ji Xiaofeng said disdainfully, looking at Ye Chenfeng with disgust.
Ding Wenjun, too, gave Ye Chenfeng a disapproving glance, seeing his actions as re attention-seeking.
"What’s the matter?" Ye Chenfeng asked, puzzled, seeing everyone staring at him.
Ji Qiushui glanced at him, whispering, "Too little money!"
"Too little money? Should’ve said earlier, I’ll add a bit more."
Then, under everyone’s gaze, he searched all over himself.
"Hmm?"
Everyone was curious, what was Ye Chenfeng looking for? A check or a bank card?
"Poof!"
But when they saw what was in Ye Chenfeng’s hand, everyone nearly spat blood; it was a twenty-cent note.
"Two hundred and fifty point two!"
Ye Chenfeng shouted loudly.
This ti, there was no laughter, just shock and fear on everyone’s faces.
Anyone with a bit of sense realized this was Ye Chenfeng’s counterattack, using numbers to mock Price.
"Hahaha..."
Of course, one person was still laughing, Price. He could hear Ye Chenfeng’s bid but didn’t understand its aning.
"This..."
Ding Wenjun had a strange expression, giving Price a couple of glances.
Ji Xiaofeng glared at Ye Chenfeng, "He only has that much money, otherwise why cling to the old man and Qiushui. What a useless person!"
"Hmph! Seeking attention, my impression is completely gone." Ding Wenjun couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Wife, calm down. Don’t worry, I won’t let our daughter marry such a waste." Ji Xiaofeng comforted, glaring at Ye Chenfeng a few more tis.
Price kept laughing, Ji Fengyu was awkward, wanting to remind Price but didn’t know how to explain.
"Starting price thirty million!"
Ji Fengyu had to step in to resolve the situation, shouting at Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Thirty million, huh? I only have this much on ."
"Haha, this kid looks like he really only has that much money on him."
"That’s right! This kid must have just that little money, otherwise, why would Price trouble him. Surely he’s using this trick to divert our attention."
"This is too embarrassing!"
But Ye Chenfeng’s next words stirred the entire venue, he slowly said, "Just this painting’s starting bid is thirty million? You all must be shills, I feel two hundred and fifty is overpriced."
Words that shock the world. As Ye Chenfeng said this, the venue first plunged into silence, then erupted.
Ye Chenfeng said Pan Wei’s artwork wasn’t worth thirty million? Said everyone was a shill? Even two hundred and fifty was too much?
These three statents were simply astonishing.
Not only was everyone stunned, Pan Wei’s smile froze, becoming extrely embarrassed, utterly losing face.
Though it seed to everyone that Ye Chenfeng was making trouble, Pan Wei’s face couldn’t hold.
When soone says your painting isn’t even worth two hundred and fifty, how could you not be angry?
"You... you say this painting isn’t even worth two hundred and fifty?" Pan Wei finally couldn’t stand it and asked incredulously.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Yeah, if it were two hundred, I’d barely take it."
"Poof!"
Pan Wei was so furious he almost spat blood, his face completely blackened.
He felt asking was unnecessary, only angering himself.
But in Ye Chenfeng’s view, Pan Wei’s oil painting indeed wasn’t worth two hundred and fifty, far inferior to Adolf. Adolf’s painting was sothing he wouldn’t even take, let alone Pan Wei’s.
"Daring to say this about Master Pan Wei, this kid is definitely a first."
"Today is truly eye-opening, seen reckless people, but never soone who’s this reckless."
...
The discussions below boiled over, Ye Chenfeng once again beca the center of attention.
"Master Pan Wei please don’t get angry, let explain why he said that." At this mont, Ding Wenjun stood up, proactively explaining to Pan Wei.
Imdiately, the venue quieted down, with everyone looking at Ding Wenjun.
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