Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 1309 - 1234: Each Cry is Louder than the Last_3

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1234: Each Cry is Louder than the Last_3

Luo Jiahao’s words were full of provocation.

The onlookers got excited and started jeering.

"Followed."

"Right, they’ve thrown down the challenge; if it were me, I’d follow!"

"Indeed, follow!"

Throughout history, spectators have never shied away from escalating a situation.

"That’s enough." Bai Xiaosheng lowered his voice, smiled at Lei Ying, and said, "The last two times, Luo Jiahao was shouting so loudly he scared himself. His voice was deep, but now something’s off. He might be trying to set us up."

Hearing Bai Xiaosheng’s words, Lei Ying nodded.

Lin Weiwei sneered, "Then they’re courting death. They’ve never seen Xiaosheng’s ability to discern emotions through voice."

"We’re different from them. They lose face, everyone here knows them. But who knows who we are? They think they can press us; they’re thinking too much," Lei Ying also said with a laugh.

"Fifteen million! Fifteen million! Sir, will you continue to bid?"

On the stage, Xuexin was somewhat excited; this might be the highest transaction price of this event.

"Follow, follow! Go on, make a bid!" Luo Jiahao couldn’t help but lower his voice, clenching his fist to cheer for Lei Ying silently.

Luo Jiaqi also couldn’t help but look back.

"Luo Family is willing to pay fifteen million for an item worth two million, which is truly admirable. It shows their love for this calligraphy. A true gentleman does not snatch what others admire; we’ll be generous and let them have it," Bai Xiaosheng announced with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiahao and Luo Jiaqi were stunned and then their faces turned pale.

"Why isn’t he following!" Luo Jiahao almost regretted it so much he wanted to slap his thigh.

Luo Jiaqi, on the other hand, was so angry she almost gritted her teeth to pieces.

What a beautiful statement!

This was turning the tables on them!

At this moment, although they had secured the object, Luo Jiaqi didn’t feel the slightest bit of joy; instead, she was full of frustration.

Luo Jiahao felt the same way.

He felt like he was the one who got played!

What happened to the thrill of crushing the competition?

None whatsoever!

By the side, Wang Xinmo was smiling and comforting, "At least you got the item. You can give it to Ron as a peace offering."

That was indeed a comforting excuse.

However, Luo Jiahao was truly pained.

Making peace was quite expensive!

...

Meanwhile, Yue was utterly disappointed, hating Luo Jiahao and Luo Jiaqi’s final bid so much that she was drawing circles in her palm, cursing them.

The crowd at the scene murmured and marveled with surging voices of amazement.

Yet, not even Bai Xiaosheng noticed.

As soon as he spoke up, at the first and second rows, several people sharply turned to look in his direction.

Some even lowered their voices and said,

"That voice just now, could it be Bai Xiaosheng!"

...

The auction continued after this fierce competition.

Next up were two more fine items, but the bidding process was unremarkable.

However, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly sat up straight with a grave look on his face.

The main event he was waiting for was about to begin!

"Lei Ying called the bid last time; this time let me do it!" Lin Weiwei said, eager and ready to go, turning to Bai Xiaosheng.

Bidding seemed to be interesting!

"Sure," Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile.

On the stage, the purple clay teapot was presented, Xuexin pointed with her jade finger, smiling and saying, "This purple clay teapot is purportedly the masterwork of a Ming Dynasty craftsman, once owned by Ming Dynasty Grand Secretary Zhang Juzheng, known as ’Whisper,’ with a starting bid of five million!"

As the host announced the price, everyone in the room was taken aback.

It was once owned by Zhang Juzheng!

The crowd looked on eagerly.

"My god, isn’t that a cultural relic then," Lin Weiwei couldn’t help but exclaim.

"It’s just a gimmick. Anyway, there’s no way for you to verify whether Old Zhang really owned this pot," Bai Xiaosheng chuckled, "Don’t just stand there, hurry up and make a bid."

Lin Weiwei immediately snapped back to reality and loudly shouted, "Seven million!"

Instantly, the crowd, who were shocked by the purple clay teapot’s ’heritage,’ were again startled by Lin Weiwei.

The first bid already adding two million?

That’s crazy!

Bai Xiaosheng and Lei Ying were also stunned.

"Did I bid too high?" Lin Weiwei said a bit uncertainly.

Lei Ying rolled her eyes.

What do you think...

"No worries, bidding higher can intimidate the others," Bai Xiaosheng reassured with a smile.

Lin Weiwei then felt slightly relieved.

"Nine million!"

A calm voice full of magnetism rang out, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Because the bidder was "Little Prince"—Wang Xinmo!

Wang Xinmo at the moment had a smile tinged with cunning, his eyes shining bright.

Because Lin Weiwei had called the bid and it was on this purple clay teapot!

A beautiful woman and fine tea, what a fitting combination!

In Wang Xinmo’s smile, he thought to himself, "So you like this, huh!"