The Favored Heiress
Chapter 235: Supreme Rare Gold Card

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Supreme Rare Gold Card

Shang Yu exhaled a cloud of smoke and grunted with an economy of words, "Hmm."

At this, Qiu Huan became excited. He bent his knee to retract his long leg, propped his right arm against his knee, and leaned toward the man, suggesting, "Then why don’t you check to see who spent two hundred million on cufflinks.

I’m so fucking curious. I have no idea which big shot from a wealthy family is this bold."

Venus Auction Venue was no stranger to curiosities, but this time, the two hundred million spent on cufflinks was truly rare.

Even taking a piece of blue and white porcelain home would have more room for appreciation than cufflinks.

At that moment, Shang Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at Qiu Huan, who was full of curiosity, and said concisely, "Go check it out yourself if you want to."

Qiu Huan sneered and lay back down on the sofa, still muttering, "If I had the access, I would’ve checked it out long ago."

There were only two Supreme members in the entire Venus Auction House.

Besides Shang Yu, the other had not shown their face to date, and whether they were male or female was even more of a mystery.

Qiu Huan thought it was a waste of resources.

He had heard that the privileges of a Supreme member at Venus were absurdly high, including an unwritten rule that if a Supreme member took a liking to an auction item, other members had better not compete and should make way early.

Because you can’t outbid them!

The wealth of a Supreme member can’t be measured in billions. It has to be measured in trillions or even quadrillions.

Even if you spent your entire fortune to bid for a treasure, it might just be a drop in the ocean for a Supreme member.

The more Qiu Huan thought about it, the more he felt it was a shame. Such high Supreme privileges wasted, as Shaoyan had never used them, was simply squandering a natural resource.

After a few seconds of silence, he moved closer to Shang Yu again and negotiated, "How about you get someone to check if they are male or female for me.

I bet it’s a woman. Those cufflinks are so expensive, and even as a man, I’m not interested, so... let’s take a look?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shang Yu lifted his cigarette-bearing hand with her brows slightly furrowed, "Quiet."

The internally irate Qiu Huan wanting to curse: "..."

...

In a flash, it was 9:30 PM, and the previous nineteen items had all been sold.

The total hammer price had exceeded five billion.

Now, the last item, "The Autobiography of the Stock God," was finally brought on stage.

The auction hall, which had been slightly noisy, went silent in an instant.

Everyone looked towards the auctioneer, their eyes lingering on the large screen introducing the item.

This autobiography had failed to sell three times, and its appearance at Venus had already piqued the curiosity and attention of countless bidders.

Some had even prepared sufficient funds, planning to take this autobiography home.

Because it was rare enough.

At this moment, the auctioneer had an indescribable look on his face. He really didn’t know how to introduce this autobiography with no known provenance.

The venue grew quiet for a few seconds before the auctioneer gritted his teeth, skipped all unnecessary embellishment, and got straight to the point, "The last unique item ’The Autobiography of the Stock God,’ starting at fifty million, let’s begin."

As the auctioneer’s voice fell, the atmosphere of the auction was pushed to a climax.

Countless people vied to raise their paddles, with bids echoing one after another.

Uncle Zong, sitting in the front row, looked back and sighed inwardly. Miss was right; once this autobiography entered Venus, it was indeed fiercely contested.

As if the three previous failed auctions had never happened.

In less than five minutes, with more and more people raising paddles, the price of the autobiography had soared to three hundred million.

Uncle Zong hadn’t raised his paddle yet, waiting for instructions in his earpiece.

A few more minutes passed, and the price continued to climb, but the number of bidders had noticeably dwindled.

Those present were only middle and low-level members, with at most a few billion in available funds. They couldn’t withstand the increasing pace of this final autobiographical item.

As the number of paddlers gradually fell back to single digits, the increments in bids grew smaller.

Someone called out, "Four hundred and thirty million."

The venue fell silent for a moment before someone raised the bid, "Four hundred thirty-five million."

When this price was called out, people began to whisper among themselves.

"Old Dai, after you get the autobiography, remember to let us pay homage,"

"Exactly, let us have a good look at what’s so special about this autobiography."

The middle-aged man known as Old Dai, with an expression of superiority, pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "Hmm, you can."

Seeing his reaction, the crowd couldn’t help but mock him in a low voice, "Old Dai is just a rich fool, spending over four hundred million on a worthless autobiography and still pleased with himself."

"You can’t say that. If the autobiography made it to Venus, it might be quite significant."

"Heh, even if it is, the price is still too high."

"Honestly, haven’t you guys noticed that so far, the top members haven’t bid? If they’re not competing for the autobiography, it means it’s worthless, and we’re here cheering for nothing."

With this reminder, those around nodded in agreement, finding the logic sound.

At the Venus Auction, items fought over by top members or Supremes are definitely treasures.

But if they skip the bidding, that alone speaks volumes about the item’s lack of value.

Thus, the bidders who couldn’t raise their bids settled back to enjoy the show, feeling justified.

Old Dai, who had bid four hundred thirty-five million, began to sweat profusely.

Just then, as the auctioneer was repeating the second round of bidding, Uncle Zong slowly raised his paddle, "Five hundred million."

At the venue, people gasped and looked in Uncle Zong’s direction; many laughed upon seeing him.

Oh, it’s that top member again, the one who spent two hundred million on a pair of cufflinks.

So much money!

However, because a top member made an offer, the reputation of the autobiography changed again.

Yet, no one else raised their paddle to bid.

Even if the autobiography contained a Golden House, no one would compete for it now.

Facing a top member, they likely couldn’t win, so why bother?

Uncle Zong sat there confidently, tapping his paddle against his thigh, looking forward to pleasing the lady tonight.

At this moment, the auctioneer was momentarily stupefied, his gaze towards Uncle Zong filled with immense respect; the autobiography was no longer at risk of being unsold.

He lifted the small hammer, repeating quickly, "Five hundred million for the first time."

"Five hundred million for the second time."

"Wait—"

Suddenly, the tightly closed double wooden doors of the auction hall were pushed open from outside.

All eyes turned towards the sound, only to see the Auction Director of Venus holding a tray, walking step by step to the front of the auctioneer.

On the tray lay a Venus black Supreme Rare Gold Card.

The auctioneer was taken aback; the entire venue was shocked.

The Supreme had not made a move in over half a year, and this time, had they really come back for an autobiography?

The Director of Venus, with utmost respect, picked the card from the tray and handed it to the auctioneer.

"This..." The auctioneer put down the hammer, his breathing quickened as he cradled the Supreme Card in his hands, calming his spirits, and in an excited and elevated tone, he asked all the bidders below, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Supreme has made a bid; does anyone wish to increase the price?"

Who would dare?

Are they out of their minds?

The fact that the Supreme Rare Gold Card was brought out by the Director of Venus meant "The Autobiography of the Stock God" belonged to nobody but the Supreme.

Because no matter how high your bid, the Supreme Card would double it.

You bid one billion, Supreme bids two billion, and so on, until you can’t afford to raise any higher.

At this time, even the previously content Uncle Zong was utterly shocked. He quickly whispered a warning to Li Qiao over the headset, "Miss, it’s bad, the Supreme has made a move."