ABCFWGR Chapter 46: Precision to the Dollar

Forty million is still too little.

Immediately, it was repeatedly outbid, without even a pause.

Not a single chance for retaliation.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Chen Wantai was undoubtedly wealthy.

But in the eyes of truly wealthy people, his assets were simply insufficient, not to mention that he had already retreated from the spotlight.

"Junjie, look..."

Chen Wantai was full of reluctance, struggling to speak.

"Uncle Chen, don't worry about the money. Just focus on bidding."

Li Junjie reassured him, "Before coming here, I specifically asked my dad for a hundred million, just for you."

Saying this, he proudly straightened his back, sneakily glancing at Chen Yuwei.

Trying to detect a trace of admiration on her face.

But he saw nothing.

Chen Yuwei just furrowed her brows, saying nothing.

Upstairs, in private box number three.

Liu Hanyan also noticed Li Junjie and the others, smiling meaningfully, "The enemies meet on a narrow road. The guys I met in the parking lot just now, along with him, seem to be determined to get the 'Spring Rain' painting. Shall we stir up some trouble for them?"

"As long as you're happy. I don't care," Gu Chen said indifferently.

The Chen family, father and daughter, were no longer his concern. He didn't care about their life or death.

At this moment, the bidding for the 'Spring Rain' painting skyrocketed, breaking the seventy million mark.

But it made sense.

There were many admirers of Qi Dedao present, plus the significance behind this painting.

Seventy million was a perfectly normal price!

"Seventy million and fifty thousand!"

Chen Wantai gritted his teeth and pressed this number, his hands trembling.

Fifty thousand was the minimum increment.

Seeing this, many people began to drop out. Seventy million had already exceeded the psychological bottom line for many.

After several rounds of bidding.

The bidding price directly soared by five million.

"Dad, take it easy. Don't be too impulsive!" Chen Yuwei intervened in time.

"Yuwei, you don't understand. Such a meaningful painting has a high value for collection."

Chen Wantai was already heated up, grinding his teeth, "I'll make one final increase. If there's still competition, I'll give up."

With that, he pressed the number "Seventy-six million".

"Yuwei, you know about Uncle Chen's psychological barrier, and it's all because of Gu Chen's trouble. Let him bid." Li Junjie looked calm and deliberately stepped on Gu Chen's foot again.

"..."

Chen Yuwei opened her mouth, sighing helplessly.

Indeed, she knew about her father's psychological barrier, but if this money were injected into the company, there would be so much they could do. It was too wasteful to spend it on a painting.

But she couldn't voice it too strongly.

"The countdown begins... Thirty seconds..."

"The countdown ends. If there are no new bids, the 'Spring Rain on Cold Mountain' painting will be awarded to VIP No. 36."

Ouya picked up the microphone, attempting to heighten the atmosphere.

But everyone present was no fool; the true value of this painting itself was at most just over fifty million.

Seventy-six million was way too high a premium.

Collecting art was also an investment, and clearly, this wasn't a good one.

"Time passes so slowly!"

Chen Wantai clenched his fists tightly, but there was a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth.

As if the painting had already become his.

"Don't worry, Uncle Chen. No one should compete with you anymore," Li Junjie chuckled.

However, the two were celebrating too soon.

Just when there were only ten seconds left, the bidding on the big screen changed.

Seven turned into eight, six turned into eight, and the following zeros were all eights.

Eighty-eight million eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand...

Precisely to the dollar!

The previously silent bidding scene suddenly became lively.

Among them were voices of schadenfreude.

"Chen Wantai, this old guy, must be regretting it now, right?"

"He must have offended someone. This price is clearly intentional to mess with him. Normal people don't bid like this!"

"This will be interesting. The people in the second-floor box are all big shots. The Chen family can't afford to offend them!"

For a moment, countless eyes were focused on private box number three on the second floor.

Unfortunately, it was heavily guarded, and there was no chance to see who was inside.

"This... this is blatant humiliation!"

Chen Wantai's eyes widened in anger, his fist slamming on his leg, his face as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"Dad, why don't we just give up? Nearly ninety million is too much for a bid," Chen Yuwei also felt angry, but her rationality remained clear.

"Give up? How can we? This is publicly humiliating us!"

"We must save face even if we don't get the steamed buns steamed!" Chen Wantai's expression was fierce as he glared at private box number three.

Then he reluctantly pressed the "Ninety million" button.

In private box number three.

Liu Hanyan picked up the bidding device again and casually pressed a few times.

"Don't go overboard. Be careful not to bite off more than you can chew. Not everyone is as wealthy as you," Gu Chen said casually.

Liu Hanyan shrugged, "Just venting for you. What's a little money? Besides, even if I do get it, it doesn't matter. To be honest, I quite like this painting."

More accurately, she liked the figure in the painting.

At the same time.

The number on the big screen instantly broke through the hundred million mark.

Becoming "One hundred and eleven million..."

Still precise to the dollar!

"This is too much! Too much!" Chen Wantai was furious, his nose crooked.

Chen Yuwei hurriedly comforted him, "Dad, calm down. It's just a painting. Let them have it."

"We can't! Absolutely can't! Where will I put my old face if we let it go?" Chen Wantai's face turned iron blue as he prepared to increase the bid.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and stopped him.

Li Junjie awkwardly reminded him, "Uncle Chen, everyone who can enter the second-floor box is not ordinary. Why don't you listen to Yuwei's advice and bear with it?"

He had brought out a hundred million to accompany Chen Wantai in his madness, purely to please Chen Yuwei. But he wasn't stupid enough to smash into a wall with him.

He didn't want to needlessly offend someone of unknown status.

"This..." Chen Wantai's expression turned very ugly.

He had been relying on Li Junjie's support until now, but his fifty million had long been eliminated.

"Junjie, you can't back down now. I promise this will be the last time," Chen Wantai gritted his teeth and pressed the bid button again.

One hundred and eleven million...

The minimum increment was fifty!

"Uncle Chen, you..."

Li Junjie cursed inwardly and snatched the bidding device, afraid Chen Wantai would mess up again.

The Chen family was seeking death on their own, but he didn't want the Li family to be dragged down with them. They were really bad teammates!

In private box number three.

Liu Hanyan glanced at Gu Chen and smiled lightly, "Forget it. Since they're so determined to win, I'll just give up."

With that, she gently pressed the bid withdrawal button.

The big screen immediately started the countdown.

"Just to save face, we spent an extra thirty-five million," Gu Chen frowned.

He couldn't help but worry that Aunt Jiang would be upset when she found out. This wasn't the result he wanted to see.

But on second thought, with Chen Wantai's character, he probably wouldn't have the face to go back.

So he relaxed.

"Bang bang bang!"

The hammer fell.

Ouya smiled, "Congratulations to VIP No. 17 for winning Master Qi's masterpiece. Let's give them a round of applause." 

The venue erupted in enthusiastic applause.


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