Chapter 421: The Subterra Pearl
Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The auction had already rolled out three consecutive jewelry items for bidding. Rong Qi felt less than enthusiastic about it. She wasn’t too keen on jewels. If they could be converted into cash, she’d be much happier.
Soon, the fourth item to be auctioned appeared—a piece of antique ceramic. Its history and significance scrolled across the giant screen while the auctioneer’s voice remained as exhilarating as ever. Rong Qi’s eyes locked onto the ceramic piece displayed, an exquisitely designed little vase. The magnified carvings made it come to life in a captivating way. Its petite figure was irresistibly charming.
Rong Qi remembered that this little artifact was hailed as the Subterra Pearl of the ceramics. It also carried a meaningful symbolism—representing generation-long prosperity and living up to its grand reputation. She felt strangely connected to it and was suddenly tempted to place a bid.
The starting price for the Subterra Pearl was 4 million. As soon as the auctioneer called for bids, the crowd instantly raised their paddles, quickly driving the price up to 5 million. As Rong Qi pondered her next move, a light suddenly flickered on in a second-floor box.
Rong Qi looked up and saw the sign displayed in that box read: 8 million.
The auctioneer gasped, “Wow! A VIP customer from the second floor has turned on their red light, putting forth a staggering 8 million! Anyone else wish to outbid?”
Indeed, the unique layout of the auction house had two levels. The first floor was for ordinary bidders, while the second was reserved for high rollers. When they bid, it was a bold statement—illuminating their red light to show they were intent on winning.
Only those with immense influence and affluence could possess a private box on the second floor. Moreover, one rule of the auction house was clear—if one wished to challenge a bid from the second floor, they’d have to double the last bid placed. That was the special treatment for VIP customers.
Now that the mysterious bidder had set the price at 8 million, anyone wanting to compete would either have to be another second-floor VIP or be willing to part with a jaw-dropping 16 million. Rong Qi gave the Subterra Pearl another glance. At the thought of the 16 million price tag, she felt her enthusiasm wane and perhaps it wasn’t meant to be hers.
“Any more bids for the Subterra Pearl?” the auctioneer began counting down. “Eight million going once! Eight million going twice! Eight million going thre—”
“Ten million.”
Just then, a soft voice echoed through the room. A red light from the box adjacent to the first lit up as well. The crowd collectively inhaled.
“What was going on?”
“Two VIPs in one auction?”
“This was unprecedented in the history of the auction house!”
Even the initial bidder who had lit up their red light drew back their curtain and raised an eyebrow at the neighboring box.
“It’s Mr. Sheng! He’s here!”
Sheng Jian slightly narrowed his eyes, saying nothing. The years had left no trace on his face, as though in defiance of his forty-plus age. Such was the appearance of a rich man. It made sense—his entry bid was a whopping 8 million.
Sheng Jian was infamously known as EightyK Sheng. When he showed up, he meant business—starting with a bid of 8 million and sticking to multiples of eight thereafter.
Rong Qi’s eyes twitched as she observed the adjacent red light. Behind the curtain, the silhouette of someone reclining in a rocking chair swayed lazily. The mysterious figure’s posture evoked an overwhelming sense of curiosity— especially since that box had never been lit before.
As expected, Sheng Jianspoke up again, “Sixteen million.”
“Twenty million,” replied the person in the adjacent box, in a calm and unhurried tone.
Rong Qi felt as if she were about to explode..
Chapter 421: The Subterra Pearl
Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The auction had already rolled out three consecutive jewelry items for bidding. Rong Qi felt less than enthusiastic about it. She wasn’t too keen on jewels. If they could be converted into cash, she’d be much happier.
Soon, the fourth item to be auctioned appeared—a piece of antique ceramic. Its history and significance scrolled across the giant screen while the auctioneer’s voice remained as exhilarating as ever. Rong Qi’s eyes locked onto the ceramic piece displayed, an exquisitely designed little vase. The magnified carvings made it come to life in a captivating way. Its petite figure was irresistibly charming.
Rong Qi remembered that this little artifact was hailed as the Subterra Pearl of the ceramics. It also carried a meaningful symbolism—representing generation-long prosperity and living up to its grand reputation. She felt strangely connected to it and was suddenly tempted to place a bid.
The starting price for the Subterra Pearl was 4 million. As soon as the auctioneer called for bids, the crowd instantly raised their paddles, quickly driving the price up to 5 million. As Rong Qi pondered her next move, a light suddenly flickered on in a second-floor box.
Rong Qi looked up and saw the sign displayed in that box read: 8 million.
The auctioneer gasped, “Wow! A VIP customer from the second floor has turned on their red light, putting forth a staggering 8 million! Anyone else wish to outbid?”
Indeed, the unique layout of the auction house had two levels. The first floor was for ordinary bidders, while the second was reserved for high rollers. When they bid, it was a bold statement—illuminating their red light to show they were intent on winning.
Only those with immense influence and affluence could possess a private box on the second floor. Moreover, one rule of the auction house was clear—if one wished to challenge a bid from the second floor, they’d have to double the last bid placed. That was the special treatment for VIP customers.
Now that the mysterious bidder had set the price at 8 million, anyone wanting to compete would either have to be another second-floor VIP or be willing to part with a jaw-dropping 16 million. Rong Qi gave the Subterra Pearl another glance. At the thought of the 16 million price tag, she felt her enthusiasm wane and perhaps it wasn’t meant to be hers.
“Any more bids for the Subterra Pearl?” the auctioneer began counting down. “Eight million going once! Eight million going twice! Eight million going thre—”
“Ten million.”
Just then, a soft voice echoed through the room. A red light from the box adjacent to the first lit up as well. The crowd collectively inhaled.
“What was going on?”
“Two VIPs in one auction?”
“This was unprecedented in the history of the auction house!”
Even the initial bidder who had lit up their red light drew back their curtain and raised an eyebrow at the neighboring box.
“It’s Mr. Sheng! He’s here!”
Sheng Jian slightly narrowed his eyes, saying nothing. The years had left no trace on his face, as though in defiance of his forty-plus age. Such was the appearance of a rich man. It made sense—his entry bid was a whopping 8 million.
Sheng Jian was infamously known as EightyK Sheng. When he showed up, he meant business—starting with a bid of 8 million and sticking to multiples of eight thereafter.
Rong Qi’s eyes twitched as she observed the adjacent red light. Behind the curtain, the silhouette of someone reclining in a rocking chair swayed lazily. The mysterious figure’s posture evoked an overwhelming sense of curiosity— especially since that box had never been lit before.
As expected, Sheng Jianspoke up again, “Sixteen million.”
“Twenty million,” replied the person in the adjacent box, in a calm and unhurried tone.
Rong Qi felt as if she were about to explode..
