From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 249
Chapter 249: 119 Divine Melody (First Watch of the Night)_2
Translator: 549690339
After Shen Shaojian finished speaking, the auction officially began.
Two tall and slender etiquette ladies unfolded a long scroll, which contained a poem.
The writing was not bad, but upon a closer look, the style seemed slightly hurried and not the work of a master.
“A piece by Master Li Yang, donated by Mr. Li Ming, starting bid at one hundred thousand, bidding starts now.”
Everyone subconsciously looked at Mrs. Gu, who puffed out her chest and held her head high, a smug smile on her face.
Gu Qingshan frowned and muttered discontentedly, “What’s going on?” Mrs. Gu curled her lips, “What’s wrong? Did Li Yang embarrass you?”
Gu Qingshan glared at her, “What do you know? It isn’t that simple; tell your cousin to tone it down, and look at what kind of occasion this is.”
Mrs. Gu rolled her eyes, “So you can set fires, but others can’t even light a lamp? How unreasonable of you!”
Gu Qingshan chose to ignore her, “Foolish woman.”
If they weren’t in a crowded venue, Mrs. Gu would have already scratched him.
Jiang Chunlan clicked her tongue, her laughter ambiguous.
“This so-called master’s work, I think it’s not even as good as your calligraphy, Ming Jing. Nowadays, people’s skills at flattering have become more and more advanced, truly amazing.”
After three rounds of bidding, it was bought by a wealthy lady for three hundred thousand.
Charity auctions are different from regular commercial auctions. The transaction amount won’t be too large, and there won’t usually be sky-high bidding wars.
The whole process was solemn and extremely boring. Some ladies couldn’t help but doze off, only to be startled awake by the sound of the hammer. Startled, they would look around to make sure no one had noticed them before secretlv letting out a sigh of relief.
One such lady was Madam Shen.
She yawned and whispered to Ming Jing, “So boring, if it wasn’t for accompanying our old man Shen, I wouldn’t want to come.”
Ming Jing smiled and asked, “Don’t you have any interest in antiques, Madam?”
Madam Shen sneaked a glance at Jiang Chunlan, gestured for Ming Jing to come closer, and whispered in her ear, “I’m not afraid of being laughed at, but I have no interest in art whatsoever. I have no idea what’s so great about a pile of broken copper and iron, selling for such high prices; it’s like daylight robbery.” Ming Jing laughed at her candidness, “Madam makes a good point.”
Madam Shen’s eyes lit up, “You think so too?”
“The value of art and collectibles lies in the added value people give them, which includes specific cultural history and human background. For those who understand, they are worth a lot; for those who have no interest, they might not even be worth a bowl of beef noodles.”
“Hahaha, I love the way you speak. It speaks to my heart. What art? They’re just hyping up. That Li Yang, a bullshit master, hyped up his own fame.” Madam Shen scoffed.
Ming Jing smiled, “Madam has insight.”
“In front of you, I dare not claim that. Let me tell you, this Li Yang is Mrs. Guts cousin. You can imagine how watered-down those ‘master’ words are. I’m embarrassed for her; her husband will sooner or later fall into her trap.” Ming Jing just laughed without saying anything.
“Blue and white vase with filigree enamel artist, donated by Mr. Shen Zhou, starting bid at two hundred thousand.”
Everyone subconsciously looked at Shen Zhou, who calmly took a sip of his tea.
This time there were more people participating in the auction.
Ming Jing was momentarily stunned, and it seemed as if she heard Qu Feitai’s voice.
Ming Jing turned her head, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, it looked as if there were beams of red light shooting up into the sky, illuminating half the sky.
“What are you looking at?” Jiang Chunlan asked.
“Nothing.” Ming Jing withdrew her gaze, saying indifferently.
The young man on stage was dressed in a black T-shirt with his own cartoon character printed on it, blue distressed jeans, graffiti white sneakers, and full dreadlocks on his head, appearing with a street hip-hop style.
He began with a powerful song and dance number, fully arousing the audience’s emotions. Jiangzhou’s night was destined to be sleepless.
Held captivated by his magnetic voice and handsome dance moves, countless screams were heard.
With the burning music, the youth clasped one hand on the ground, and his entire body fluttered upwards, doing a difficult freeze pose from the street dance Breaking.
At the side of the stage, a huge live broadcast screen followed the cameraman’s lens, firmly locking onto the young man’s figure.
In the next moment, the whole venue erupted in deafening screams, piercing the sky. The roars could be heard even ten kilometers away.
The young man’s T-shirt slipped off his chest, revealing his tight eight-pack abs without reservation. Paired with the cold metallic belt buckle, he was the ultimate heartthrob—sexy enough to make one’s blood race..
