Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 171: Fatty Ma’s Overture

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Fatty Ma’s Overture

"Swoosh—" Yusuf Zuck was like a phantom in the darkness, charging towards the waiter just as he was about to approach the two young people. He then quickly grabbed the waiter’s knife-holding right hand, using telekinesis to lock onto it.

The waiter hadn’t expected anyone to see the knife, let alone intervene.

"Don’t move, don’t talk, stupid behavior," Yusuf Zuck said as he applied pressure on his wrist, skillfully wresting the knife away. He then dragged the waiter away, retreating to the back hall entrance.

"Whoosh—" Just then, the lights came on. The circuit breaker was flipped, and many people smiled in relief.

The waiter saw Yusuf Zuck and also glared at him.

The sharp knife in Yusuf Zuck’s hand had disappeared, thrown into a large flowerpot at the entrance of the back hall.

"Don’t glare at me. I saved your life. You should know that your impulsive action today might feel satisfying for a moment, but once the impulse fades, your life would also end," Yusuf Zuck whispered, "Actually, taking revenge doesn’t always require force. They have more money than you, but if you work hard, the day you have more money than them, crushing them with your wealth, that is the highest realm of revenge."

After speaking, Yusuf Zuck no longer paid attention to the despondent waiter and turned back to Mia’s side.

The waiter watched his retreating figure and took a long while to exhale before slowly stepping out of the venue.

"What happened?" Mia saw Yusuf Zuck talking with the waiter at the entrance of the back hall, so she frowned and asked what was going on.

Yusuf Zuck just shook his head and heaved a deep sigh inwardly. Although society advocates for fairness and equity, is it really fair? Is it really equal? Between the poor and the rich, where is there any talk of equality?

Seeing the waiter leave the venue, Yusuf Zuck suddenly felt dejected. In reality, he was no different from the waiter. If he had not been subjected to electricity, if he did not possess some special abilities, then he would be just like the waiter, like the security guards in the parking lot who watched the cars and the gates.

The young masters and mistresses, the ladies of high society were reveling in luxury, while some could only watch their cars and serve them.

He wasn’t resentful of the rich; he just felt... felt that in many people’s lives, there was no such thing as fairness.

"What’s wrong? Why have you suddenly stopped talking?" Mia could sense that Yusuf Zuck seemed preoccupied, lacking his previous sunny and optimistic demeanor.

"Nothing, just did another good deed," Yusuf Zuck replied with a smile.

"What good deed?" Mia asked curiously.

"Nothing much, just now a woman offered herself to me and even offered to pay me for it, but I didn’t go with her, so that’s practically a good deed!"

"Pfft... Jerk, you can never stay serious for more than three sentences!" Mia said, annoyed, and pinched Yusuf Zuck.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!" At that moment, a man in a suit and glasses stepped up to the stage of the venue. After he finished speaking into the microphone, everyone, holding their wine glasses, turned to look at him.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend today’s charity auction. The Chengdu Business Association has been established for eight years and holds two to three auctions each year. Thank you for your kindness and generosity. Now, please follow the staff to the auction hall for the next part of the charity event."

As the man with glasses finished speaking, the staff opened the double doors connecting with the venue, revealing the auction set up inside.

All the distinguished guests followed the staff and slowly made their way in. Upon entering, each guest was given a number plate for bidding in the auction.

Mia and Yusuf Zuck stood up and walked in, picking up a number 18 paddle.

The auction hall was large and had no fixed seating arrangement, so Yusuf Zuck and Mia selectively sat in the back row.

"Don’t just randomly bid later, eh? There are lots of ins and outs to understand here," Mia warned Yusuf Zuck.

"Don’t worry, even if I were to be charitable, I wouldn’t do it here. If I felt like doing a good deed, I’d directly give money to the poor, not throw it away here where who knows if they’ll embezzle it or not!" Yusuf Zuck shook his head.

"It’s good you think that way, but embezzlement is unlikely, though. The merchant association has an audit, and every year’s audit report is copied and distributed to all members. If members have free time, they can verify and investigate according to the audit report, and if there are discrepancies, they will hold people accountable, even referring them to judicial authorities in serious cases."

"Hmm," Yusuf Zuck nodded, understanding the complex ins and outs Mia referred to—like, suppose a big boss contributed a painting or calligraphy. At the start of the auction, those who needed a favor from this boss would surely bid aggressively, giving enough face to the big boss, making it easier to ask favors of him later.

Moreover, there were many tangled interests in the marketplace, and in their circle, internal strife was common, so deciding whose items to bid on and whose not to was all part of the game.

The first item donated for auction was from ’Yilong Jewelry’s’ Leilani May, who was the organizer. Her item was also the first one, a jade bead string with a starting price of one hundred thousand yuan, resembling a prayer bead string with one hundred and eight lucid and translucent white jade beads.

The host hyped up the white jade beads, emphasizing their fine quality, their ability to change one’s fortunes, and having been blessed by a monk from a certain temple.

Leilani May, being adept at networking and having widespread relationships, had many people bidding to save her face.

In the end, one of the two young men took the beads for a final price of three hundred and fifty thousand yuan.

That evening, both young men intended to discuss life with Leilani May, so they certainly had to support her event.

Three hundred and fifty thousand wasn’t a small amount, but it certainly wasn’t excessive either.

Following Leilani May’s item was a piece of calligraphy from a certain wealthy businessman, valued at about a hundred thousand or so. The writing was quite decent and eventually fetched a final price of more than two hundred thousand.

After that were various paintings, calligraphies, or other odd things provided by guests, such as a wealthy woman who actually offered a cotton-padded jacket she wore when she was young. The host also eloquently shared the various hardships related to the cotton jacket.

The starting price for the cotton jacket wasn’t high, just one yuan, but each bid increase couldn’t be less than a thousand.

What Yusuf Zuck and Mia hadn’t expected was that this cotton jacket with a starting price of one yuan would finally sell for over three million!

Indeed, the wealthy competed fiercely, throwing large sums for that cotton jacket.

"That wealthy woman doesn’t have legitimate business but she provides loans, high-interest loans. Many who find their funds tied up come to borrow money from her!"

"Up next is today’s most valuable item, with a starting bid of seven million, five hundred thousand yuan, offered by Miss Lara Tuff, director of Fuyou Group. Each bid increase must not be less than ten thousand yuan!" the host finally brought out Mia’s donated item, and Mia’s item turned out to be the most expensive one.

"Ten million!" Out of Yusuf Zuck’s expectations, before he even placed a bid, Martin Holloway raised his paddle, directly adding two million, five hundred thousand!

The face given was impressive!

Martin Holloway could at most be considered mid-tier among the many rich, but he had made up his mind today—he had to win Mia’s necklace.