The Favored Heiress
Chapter 234: Buy Him Cufflinks

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Buy Him Cufflinks

Fu Lvting hesitated for a few seconds before looking towards the wing room in his family’s backyard, "It’s Jiugong, I’ve felt that his condition hasn’t been very good lately. Ever since he returned that day, he has been in a daze. Tomorrow is the weekend, and if the lab isn’t busy, would you like to come over and see him?"

Li Qiao’s gaze grew heavy, and without a second thought, she agreed, "Okay, I’ll come over tomorrow."

The last time she had rescued Jiugong from Tu Anliang’s clutches, she had immediately asked Fu Lvting to take him to the Fu Family Martial Arts School for care and protection. Indeed, due to various busy trivial matters, she hadn’t found the time to visit.

With this thought, Li Qiao lowered her eyes, and a hint of self-reproach couldn’t help but flicker at the bottom of her heart.

Fu Lvting probably picked up on the sudden tension in Li Qiao’s tone and subconsciously tried to reassure her, "You don’t need to worry too much, I just think the old man is burdened with heavy thoughts every day, so I wanted you to come and see him.

The people here at the Fu Family and the old man aren’t very familiar with each other, and he’s usually not one to talk. I’m worried that he might become ill from brooding, which is why I thought to let you know."

"Mhm, I understand. I’ll be there tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao instantly felt the auction had become dull.

When she sent Jiugong to the Fu Family Martial Arts School that day, the intent was to have the school protect him to prevent Tu Anliang from harboring crooked thoughts again.

Now it seems that perhaps Jiugong still couldn’t let go of the past, which might be why he was always in a daze.

Li Qiao leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, her face cold and stern.

Damn Tu Anliang.

...

About twenty minutes passed, and the first item at the auction had already been sold.

It was a pair of dragon and phoenix-designed Blood Jade, and it sold for eighty million.

Li Qiao gathered her thoughts, patiently continuing to watch the auction event.

There were a total of twenty items tonight.

Venus Auction House never engaged in a losing deal; the grand finale usually consisted of priceless treasures that are hard to come by.

This time, placing the memoir with the unknown provenance at the end was indeed a painstaking effort.

It was expected that this memoir would be fiercely fought over tonight.

Not for any other reason but because it was featured at Venus and had become the grand finale item.

Shortly after, as Li Qiao was lost in thought, the second item up for auction had already been displayed with a starting bid of ten million.

It was a pair of canary diamond cufflinks passed down from the European Royal Family, both antique and fashionable.

Li Qiao listened to the auctioneer’s explanation while also glancing at the list in her hand.

It was a pair of top-class cufflinks crafted by a former Royal Family’s designated designer, also his last work before he passed.

The cufflinks, nearly a century old, were well preserved and appeared as fresh as new.

Li Qiao looked thoughtfully at the screen, considering how the canary diamond cufflinks would match well with a noble black shirt.

After all, black and gold are eternal!

Li Qiao casually put on her headset and instructed Uncle Zong, "Uncle Zong, bid for the cufflinks."

"Understood, Miss."

Following Uncle Zong’s response, Li Qiao then used the remote control to split the screen in two.

One side showed the audience, the other the stage.

She needed to assess her rivals for the auction items, to decide whether to engage in a bidding war or simply overpower them.

Meanwhile, just as auctioneer Zhang Yong finished speaking and Uncle Zong hadn’t yet raised his bid, a clear, sweet, and cloying voice echoed through the quiet hall.

"Twenty million."

Li Qiao immediately raised an eyebrow, looking at the champagne-colored figure on the screen with amused interest.

Shang Fu also wanted these cufflinks?

Li Qiao adjusted her headset and leisurely instructed, "Uncle Zong, I want those cufflinks. Compete with her for them."

As she spoke, she opened her phone and transferred another two billion into her personal fund pool at Venus.

Uncle Zong also received the notification of funds being added to the pool and couldn’t help but look sympathetically at Shang Fu, who was raising her bid.

At the Venus Auction, any item targeted by the Miss was unbeatable by anyone else.

Of course, except for the Supreme.

However, Miss had joined the auction for three years and had never encountered a Supreme.

Then, Uncle Zong raised his bidding sign, "Thirty million."

Others followed suit, but the increments were all around ten million.

Three minutes later, the price of the cufflinks immediately exceeded one hundred million.

Shang Fu, sitting in the front row of the auction, lifted her chin with determination and held up her sign, "One hundred million."

Beneath the stage, there was already some whispering going on.

In fact, most of the bidders at Venus had the ability to appraise.

Those cufflinks were hardly worth the investment; even though they were passed down from the royal family, they were just an impractical pair of cufflinks.

They had no decorative value in one’s home, and to wear them on one’s wrist...

Even if their families were wealthy, who would show off cufflinks worth hundreds of millions in the streets?

Having money is one thing, but that’s not the way to squander it!

Thus, after Shang Fu’s bid, the auction house fell silent.

Shortly after, when Shang Fu thought she had victory in her grasp, Uncle Zong, sitting not far from her, raised his bidding sign again with utter calmness, "One hundred and ten million."

The smile on Shang Fu’s face stiffened slightly, and she continued to bid, "One hundred and twenty million."

Uncle Zong made no further move.

The auctioneer looked around and discreetly glanced at Uncle Zong before raising the gavel, "One hundred and twenty million, once."

The whole room was quiet.

"One hundred and twenty million, twice."

The auctioneer steadied his nerve, ready to bring down the gavel, "One hundred and..."

At that moment, Uncle Zong received an instruction through his earpiece and slowly raised his number sign, "Two hundred million."

The auctioneer’s gavel almost flew out of his hand, "..."

The entire room was shocked.

Everyone’s gaze converged on Uncle Zong, curious to see who was so foolish as to bid such a high multiple.

But, with just one look, they were inevitably disappointed and shifted their gaze away.

It was Venus’s proxy butler.

The person behind him must be a top member, who did not show up in person.

At this point, Shang Fu appeared tense, her enchanting charm nowhere to be seen, her cheeks etched with displeasure.

Two hundred million was nothing to her.

But the price was already far higher than the value of those cufflinks, and to bid higher would unquestionably be a waste of money.

Shang Fu hesitated, leaning toward Uncle Zong on the other side, catching a glimpse of his number sign, and noticing his gesture, as if he was prepared to bid higher at any moment.

A few seconds later, Shang Fu gave up.

It was just a pair of cufflinks not worth their price; she could always find something better for Shaoyan later.

Shang Fu did not raise her sign again, and the canary diamond cufflinks were officially sold as the auctioneer brought down the gavel.

Two hundred million for a pair of cufflinks, really fucking rich.

...

Meanwhile, in Venus’s luxurious top-floor VIP room, Qiu Huan sat with his legs extended, lounging unceremoniously in the soft armchair.

Looking at the final price of the cufflinks, he could not help but click his tongue, "The top members of Venus are so wealthy? Spending two hundred million on a pair of cufflinks, are they stuffed to the gills?"

As he spoke, Qiu Huan turned to look at Shang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the diagonal sofa. Teasing with ill intention, he said, "Shaoyan, who do you think... Shang Fu wanted to gift those cufflinks to?"

At that moment, Shang Yu leaned against the sofa, his arm resting on the armrest, a cigarette held between his fingers brought to his lips. He glanced at Qiu Huan and replied indifferently, "You could ask her."

Qiu Huan: "..."

He chuckled awkwardly, grabbed a wine glass from the side table, swirled the noble rot sweet white wine inside, sniffed the aroma, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I heard...as a Supreme member of Venus, you have the authority to access the basic information of all members?"