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Chapter 435

Jiang Siyin had a cold face and looked at Mo Wen and Shen Shen's temples rubbing together with some embarrassment.

Yang Ting sneered and glanced at Jiang Siyin playfully.

A flash of anger flashed in Jiang Siyin's eyes. Although he knew Yang Ting was provoking him, he still couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He had said before that Shen Jing would definitely become his woman, but now...

"43 million!"

Yang Ting proudly entered a series of numbers and directly increased the price of Da Vinci's ancient paintings from 40.5 million to 43 million. Previously, the increase was 100,000 to 500,000. She was spending a lot of money.

After all, international auctions are conducted in U.S. dollars, and when converted into RMB, the price is close to 15 million.

As soon as Yang Ting made the move, many people hesitated. It was obvious that some people were determined to do this. Bidding in this way was nothing more than passing this information on to others, telling them implicitly that if they continued to bid, it would be a very fierce competition. competition.

Many wealthy people who like to collect ancient cultural relics have gradually become silent. After all, there is no need to pay a big price for a painting unless you really like it. Many people participating in the auction mostly hold the idea that they can make a profit in the future. The price is too high. If it is too big, it goes against their original intention.

Of course, not everyone was intimidated by Yang Ting's bid. The most indispensable thing in the auditorium was the rich; and in the auction house, occult tactics were very common. No one knew whether others were spending huge sums of money just to bluff them. Others once; usually if you scare others, the bidding will be successful; if it fails, you will retreat and no longer participate in the bidding.

The number of people participating in the bidding is gradually decreasing, but there are still a few people who are determined to win the ancient Leonardo da Vinci painting.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield, treacherous and ever-changing; but in the auction house, it only depends on who has the most money. No matter how capable you are, if you don't have strong capital, you can still just watch."

Yang Ting looked proudly at Shen Jing beside her, nonchalantly holding the bidder and bidding continuously, as if the string of numbers was not money, but really just a string of numbers.

Others say that her ability is not as good as Shen Jing's, but she just wants to tell others, no matter how high the ability is, what's the use? In terms of background, even Shen Jing can't catch up with her. The Yang family has been in business for hundreds of years, and the wealth in their hands is like a self-made man. Grassroots can be compared!

"Yes, Miss Yang's family has been in business for generations and has been a wealthy family for three generations. This is nothing at all. Shen Jing, it is indeed inappropriate for you to compete with Miss Yang for wealth."

Jiang Siyin said with a smile, as if he didn't know the inside story at all, and directly described Yang Ting's provocation as a fight for wealth between the two.

Shen Jing looked at the auction table with an indifferent expression, seemingly not hearing the two mosquitoes buzzing around him.

"Mo Qian, as Shen Jing's boyfriend, shouldn't you stand up for her at this time? It would be outrageous if you didn't take pictures of Da Vinci's ancient paintings."

Jiang Siyin saw that provoking Shen Jing was useless, so he set his target on Mo Wen.

"I forgot, Shen Jing, you still have a male companion by your side. That's okay, don't ask if you can take a photo of Da Vinci's ancient painting, then I'll give in. Shen Jing, you don't have a rich family to begin with, so you won't find a man. Men are also poor, right?"

Yang Ting fanned the flames.

"Don't ask, the mosquitoes around are too noisy, let's go."

Shen Jing frowned. The two of them simply had no time to play. They didn't feel comfortable coming out to relax. She immediately took Mo Wen's hand and prepared to leave.

"Let's take a look. Maybe something good will appear tonight. If there's something you like, I'll buy it for you."

Mo Wen said with a smile, holding Shen Jing's hand slightly, and wrapped her small hand with his big hand.

"You are not ashamed to speak loudly."

Yang Ting sneered. Everything in this auction is worth a lot of money. Can this poor guy afford it? Even if he can afford it, I'm afraid it will be with Shen Jing's money.

Shen Jing sighed, knowing that Mo Wen was too young to withstand the provocation of those two people.

"It's ridiculous. You can't even afford a painting, and you're so boastful. Shen Jing, if you are willing to follow me, I can snatch that ancient painting by Leonardo da Vinci at any cost; you have to understand that it is your life's business. , there is no happiness in finding a poor boy; but I have the ability to make you happy, at least I can give you whatever you want." Jiang Siyin looked at Shen Jing and said.

Yang Ting frowned. This Jiang Siyin was indeed unreliable. He openly tried to undermine her. In order to please Shen Jing, he might betray her at any time. She felt uncomfortable. What was so good about Shen Jing? All the men were surrounding her. Turn her around.

"Young Master Jiang, I can't be friends with you, but I can't have a heart-to-heart relationship with you."

Yang Ting glanced at Jiang Siyin coldly, and then she smiled sarcastically. She knew what kind of character Shen Jing was, and she would never agree to Jiang Siyin at this time.

Jiang Siyin ignored Yang Ting's sarcasm. In his eyes, only Shen Jing was a woman worth pursuing, and everything he did was to get her; the reason why he cooperated with Yang Ting was because of this premise.

"Sorry, I have found happiness, and there is only one happiness for a woman." Shen Jing said slowly, looking at Mo Wen without even looking at Jiang Siyin.

"You're so sentimental!" Yang Ting sneered. She already knew this would be the result.

"I hope you won't regret it." Jiang Siyin took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

"You two worked together to bully my woman, thinking she is easy to bully. I hope you two won't regret it either."

Mo Wen glanced at Yang Ting and Jiang Siyin and said calmly.

"Regret? It's ridiculous, just you?" Yang Ting glanced at Mo Wen disdainfully.

"Sooner or later you will kneel in front of me and beg for mercy." Jiang Siyin looked at Mo Wen viciously. At this time, he was not afraid that Mo Wen would do something to him again, because if he did, the security guards of the auditorium would immediately ask him to leave.

At this time, the competition for Da Vinci's ancient paintings has become fierce, and fewer and fewer people are participating in the auction. In order to mock Shen Jing, Yang Ting keeps chasing after her.

The starting price soared from US$30 million to US$51 million, equivalent to more than 300 million yuan, which is simply a sky-high price. However, if Leonardo da Vinci's ancient paintings are completely preserved, they are worth this money. But it is almost close to the limit, and then If you keep bidding, it won't be worth it.

Therefore, many people have withdrawn from the bidding, and only two or three rich people who love ancient calligraphy and painting are still bidding.

"$55 million!"

Yang Ting took a deep breath and entered a series of numbers again. The original price increased by 4 million U.S. dollars. It can be said that the biggest increase is that the price increase is generally smaller as the auction goes later. This is purely for the sake of Bidding and auctioning are rare.

The few bidders hesitated one after another. The purpose of some people's bids was to tell them that they were bound to get this painting. Although Leonardo da Vinci's ancient paintings are precious, their value has a limit. If the endless competition continues, that is He was bleeding badly, and no one wanted to be taken advantage of.

Yang Ting was calm on the surface, but she was trembling slightly in her heart. The price had reached her limit. If it weren't for winning Shen Jing once, she wouldn't have spent such a high price to compete for an ancient painting. She was not a collector. He is a businessman, and businessmen care about profit most. Doing so is unwise.

If someone still fights with her at this time, the price she will have to pay to take this ancient painting will be even greater, so she is far more nervous than anyone else.

For a long time, no one quoted again.

"$55 million at a time."

"$55 million twice."

"Is there anyone else bidding? There are only a few of Leonardo da Vinci's ancient paintings in the world. If you miss it, you may never have another chance."



The auctioneer on the auction stage held a small golden hammer, and his voice echoed throughout the audience, but the venue was quiet. The price on the screen ended at $55 million, and no one made any further bids.

Yang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, with a victorious smile on her lips. She stared at the little golden hammer in the auctioneer's hand, waiting for her to make the final decision.

Just when the auctioneer was about to hit the little golden hammer, the screen that had stopped moving suddenly jumped and refreshed a number.

$60 million!

The auctioneer was very professional, and the little golden hammer that was about to strike stopped momentarily, frozen in mid-air, motionless.

Yang Ting's smile froze on her face, and she looked at the screen in disbelief. Someone actually directly increased the bid by 5 million U.S. dollars. That was U.S. dollars, not RMB, equivalent to 30 million RMB! In order to bid for an ancient painting, what?

Yang Ting's hands were shaking slightly, and she held the bidder stiffly. Cheng Yaojin came out halfway. With such an exaggerated bid, could she still succeed in the auction? US$60 million was an astronomical figure for her. Someone in the family would definitely take the opportunity to impeach her if she spent so much money to buy an ancient painting.

Moreover, even if she is willing to spend 60 million to buy this painting, that person may not let it go.

Shen Jing turned her head and looked at Mo Wen in surprise, her eyes slightly frozen because she had just seen Mo Wen quoting.

Jiang Siyin also looked at Mo Wen, his head unable to react for a moment; he sat next to Mo Wen, so he naturally saw Mo Wen's actions.

"Ms. Yang, have your family elders ever told you what it means to have a high eye but a low hand and to look through cracks in the door?"

Mo Wen looked at Yang Ting indifferently, with a touch of ridicule and disdain in his eyes. He had no intention of competing with Yang Ting for wealth, and he had no interest in it; but they went too far and pointed the finger at Shen Jing again and again. , that is something he cannot tolerate.

"Don't ask, you..."

Yang Ting looked at Mo Wen and was speechless for a long time. At this time, she had realized that the person who made the bid just now was Mo Wen, a poor boy. But a poor boy dared to bid with her, and the price was 60 million US dollars. She had a deep sense of unreality.

Shen Jing sighed slightly and held Mo Wen's hand, but didn't say anything. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest Motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m.. to read.)


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