"I can't answer?" Xiao Feng scoffed, "That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!"
"Then answer one if you dare," Zhao Guo'an replied, full of disbelief.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng imdiately quoted from the classics, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas says: 'At Yi Wang Mountain, there is a bird, its shape like a crow, with three heads and six tails, skilled at laughing, nad Qitu. Eating it makes one tireless and can ward off evil.'
The little girl instantly looked at Xiao Feng with admiration, like a fangirl chasing a star, saying, "Xiao Feng brother, you're really so knowledgeable!"
"Did you think your brother Xiao Feng was just drinking tea and sunbathing when he was drinking tea and sunbathing?"
With this, the little girl's eyes almost turned into heart shapes, but then she quickly asked in confusion, "But brother Xiao Feng, what do you an by what you just said?"
Xiao Feng explained, "It ans that in ancient tis, there was a place called Yi Wang Mountain, ho to a certain bird.
This bird looks almost like a regular crow but has three heads and six tails and likes to laugh like humans.
If you eat its flesh, it can make you stop having nightmares and can ward off evil spirits."
And the na of this bird is Qitu."
The little girl realized, "So, does this new abbot not exaggerate? The Qitu indeed can ward off evil, but only if you eat its at?"
"That's right," Xiao Feng nodded.
At this ti, Hong Ren on the stage had almost finished his introduction and went straight to the point, "This paperweight starts at 300,000. If any patron finds it pleasing, you may start bidding now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Huarong, sitting below, stood up and cupped his hands to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlen, this old man finds this paperweight pleasing to the eye, so I'll start the bidding first."
With that, he raised his hand and placard, "300,000!"
Hong Ren was imdiately stunned, not expecting Guan Huarong to do such a thing and even more surprised that he didn't even raise the price, directly calling out the opening bid.
Upstairs, the little girl was also dissatisfied, "This old man is a bit too shaless, bidding just to bid, but needs to make such a speech.
By saying so, isn't he clearly telling everyone around, if anyone bids, they're going against him?"
Sure enough, after Guan Huarong's advance warning, no one in the venue bid for a long ti.
Hong Ren gradually felt uneasy, struggling several tis to resist glancing at the second floor to see what Xiao Feng was doing.
Weren't you supposed to play the villain?
You're supposed to step in now, and you're just silent?
Honestly, Hong Ren indeed felt a bit uncertain.
The worst thing to happen is having a ringleader, and if others follow Guan Huarong's lead, this auction would be a complete failure.
Although not to the extent of losing the principal, the least one can say is achieving the expected profit would be impossible.
Just as Hong Ren couldn't hold it anymore, a voice ca from upstairs.
"Four hundred thousand!"
The little girl shouted directly with one foot on the stool, just as she had promised earlier, calling out with the necessary "montum," leaving the wealthy in a daze.
Guan Huarong has already stated, whoever competes with him is against him, is the young man upstairs so headstrong?
Or is it that they're neither afraid of Bi Quan nor Guan Huarong?
"Young lady, may I ask, where are you from?" Guan Huarong looked up, his gaze at the little girl without a hint of hostility.
The wealthy also pricked their ears, eager to hear how the little girl would answer.
"The auction rule, as I understand it, is that whoever offers more money gets the item, right?" The little girl tilted her head, saying, "We just ca down from the moon, as long as we have money, the stuff should be ours too."
"That's reasonable," Guan Huarong nodded, raised his placard again, and raised his bid, "Five hundred thousand!"
"One million!"
The little girl imdiately doubled the price without batting an eyelid, as if a million was just like spending a hundred without care for her.
"One million one hundred thousand!" Guan Huarong continued to follow.
The little girl wasn't to be outdone: "One million five hundred thousand!"
Guan Huarong looked calm, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes, weighing whether or not to continue bidding.
He has no shortage of money, but now it's not just about money.
It's like his earlier vaguely warning words; anyone here could afford a few million, but the key is whether it's worth offending soone over sothing.
Now the identity of the group on the second floor is unknown; if he just gives up like that, and it later turns out they're truly influential, it would be fine.
But if it turns out that they're just a rabble, wouldn't he beco a joke?
"One million six hundred thousand!"
After a brief consideration, Guan Huarong chose to increase the bid.
Unlike most present, he has no fixed enterprise, so there's no situation where if the enterprise has problems, it's hard to continue.
Even to the worst scenario, truly offending a significant figure, he doesn't believe it would escalate to an irreconcilable point over such a trivial matter.
The affluent turned their eyes back to the second floor, wanting to see if the little girl would raise the bid again.
However, what they saw was the little girl shrugging indifferently, lightly saying, "You win, the item is yours."
After saying this, she nonchalantly wiped the chair and sat back down, just by the attitude alone, as if it was deliberately making Guan Huarong spend more money.
Monts later, Hong Ren spoke up, "Since no one else is bidding, this paperweight is now owned by benefactor Guan."
Guan Huarong sat down, with a shadow of gloom across his brows.
Spending one million six hundred thousand on a paperweight, Guan Huarong didn't care if the price was inflated; even more, he could accept.
The problem is now, in the eyes of outsiders, he's undoubtedly been maneuvered, needing to find a way to reclaim face.
Of course, before that, investigating the background of the group upstairs is still very necessary.
Guan Huarong showed no emotion, only glancing at a man in his fifties beside him.
The man nodded slightly and walked towards the side hall exit.
He had followed Guan Huarong for over thirty years, already at the level of understanding each other's thoughts without words, and imdiately arranged personnel to launch an investigation after exiting.
...
"Brother Xiao Feng, did I do well?" The little girl laughed triumphantly, her expression seed to say: Praise , praise !
Before Xiao Feng could respond, Zhao Guo'an looked worried and said, "Old Xiao, you better think it through, what we've just done, we've offended Guan Huarong now."
"Oh." Xiao Feng replied blandly, seemingly not taking it to heart at all.
"What kind of reaction is that?" Zhao Guo'an said dissatisfied.
"Then what reaction do you think I should have?" Xiao Feng asked back, "Should I send you over to kowtow to Guan Huarong, saying what just happened wasn't intentionally bidding against him, and then beg for forgiveness?"
"..." Zhao Guo'an.
Can't we have a normal conversation?
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