242: Chapter 231: Determined to Win 242: Chapter 231: Determined to Win “Don’t waste your money on this.” Song Yun held back Mao Shan’s hand, which was about to raise the bid.
“If that person wants it so bad, let him have it.
I refuse to believe this menu can be worth that much money.”
“Our friend in Booth No.
5 has bid one million two hundred thousand, one million two hundred thousand for the first time, one million two hundred thousand for the second time.
Is there anyone else who wishes to raise the bid?” The host’s face was flushed as she shouted.
After all, she received a commission for each item auctioned, and the amount depended on the final bidding price.
She was eager for everyone to spend big money.
“Congratulations to our friend in Booth No.
5 for acquiring this divine dinner.” The host bowed to the people in Booth No.
5 in gratitude before smiling, “Let us move on to the next item.”
“This next item is a bottle of wine, named Chateau Mouton Rothschild.
Many of you have heard of this wine.
It was produced in 1945, which is considered one of the best wine-producing years of the 20th century.
This bottle was once sold in 1997 at the London Christie’s Auction House for US$ 550,000.
Our starting bid today is one million with each additional bid set at fifty thousand.”
The crowd was in a stir.
A single bottle of wine priced like a mid-level sedan?
It was hard to imagine who with so much money would bid, and indeed, the wine categorized everyone present into several types: those eager to bid, those hesitating, unsure whether to put their money forth, and those not even looking—at what they couldn’t afford, anyway, why bother joining the commotion.
With an eyebrow raised, Song Yun gazed at the mesmerizing color of the wine under the lights and smiled.
“I want this bottle.”
“Brother Yun, getting this wine from the auction will cost a pretty penny,” Mao Shan expressed hesitantly, doubting that the wine’s price could be worth so much money.
“Heh, don’t you want to taste and see why it’s so expensive?” Song Yun laughed.
“I’m determined to get this wine.”
After saying this, the first round of bidding began, turning into a frenzy as numerous wine lovers recklessly threw money at the bid.
Shortly, the price soared from the initial one million to one million nine hundred and fifty thousand.
Many people were reluctant to stop bidding, but love for wine has its limits.
Beyond that limit, it’s no longer affection but rather prodigality.
One million nine hundred and fifty thousand was enough to buy a hundred square meter house in Sunan City, not to be spent on a bottle of wine.
“Two million,” Song Yun declared with an amused smile before lying back on the sofa and laughing, “This price should keep anyone from competing with me, right?”
“I didn’t realize this kid was so rich,” Li Shishi said, sitting beside Song Yun.
“You don’t even have a proper job, so how do you have so much money?
Surely a small Shura Alliance can’t afford your spending.”
“I’ve told you before, ‘kill and arson, kill and arson,’ a few robberies abroad can make quite a bit of money,” Song Yun laughed.
“Let’s taste this wine when it arrives.”
Just when it seemed nobody would bid any higher, someone from Booth No.
5 stirred things up again by suddenly raising the bid by two hundred thousand, bringing the price to two million twenty thousand.
It was clear that whoever was in Booth No.
5 was fiercely intent on getting that wine.
“Aren’t you determined to get it?
Someone in Booth No.
5 is eyeing it up, haha,” Qingluan laughed next to them.
“Come on, Song Yun, we’re all waiting to try this wine.”
“It’s only two million twenty thousand, bought.” Song Yun squinted and smiled while Mao Shan frowned and gritted his teeth, saying, “Brother Yun, I’ll go out and handle something.”
“Just stay and sit here.
Since we’re at an auction, let’s follow the auction rules,” Song Yun knew very well what Mao Shan would be up to if he went out—he’d certainly go looking for trouble with the people in Booth No.
5.
Inside Booth No.
5, a man and a woman sat.
The man, dressed in a suit, appeared every bit the societal elite, while the woman, exceptionally beautiful, wasn’t surpassed by any other woman in a traditional courtyard.
The man looked at the woman tenderly and said, “Little Ying, I’m genuinely thrilled that you could join me at this auction.
I hope you’ll still join me for dinner after it ends.
I’ve had the menu from the Titanic sent out, and we can enjoy God’s dinner while drinking this fantastic bottle of wine.”
“We’ll see,” said the woman known as Little Ying, her expression cold, emitting an icy vibe.
“We’ve been childhood sweethearts, right?
After all these years, I’ve always considered you my woman.
Why won’t you accept my love?” the man said with a pained face, shaking his head.
“Both our families fully support our match, so why do you keep rejecting me?”
“What I hate the most is men like you who are so full of themselves, thinking that having some money and power means you can do whatever you want.
Tell me, what are women in your eyes?
Tools for venting or for bearing children?
Either way, women are just ‘tools’ in the eyes of men like you, aren’t they?” Little Ying spoke coldly.
“After this auction, stop looking for me.”
“Are you really that heartless?” the man managed a pained smile and asked, “After the auction, can you join me for dinner?
Don’t worry, after this meal, we can go our separate ways, and I’ll never bother you again.”
“Fine,” Little Ying nodded.
The man smiled briefly before turning back to watch the scene below.
However, a hint of cold malice flashed in his eyes as he turned.
“Two million five hundred thousand, the esteemed guest in Booth No.
2 has bid two million five hundred thousand, two million five hundred thousand for the first time, two million five hundred thousand for the second time,” the host shouted excitedly below.
If this bid were to close, she’d earn at least a hundred thousand commission.
“Damn, which bastard keeps challenging me,” the man in Booth No.
5 cursed.
“Go and find out who’s in Booth No.
2.”
“Yes,” said the bodyguard behind the man.
After pondering for a moment, the man picked up the microphone and turned on the talk mode, “Friend in Booth No.
2, I really like this bottle of wine and hope you can relinquish it to me, and I will be sure to reward you afterward.”
Listening to this, Song Yun laughed and also picked up a microphone to respond, “Sorry, I’m determined to win this bottle of wine.”