Chapter 157:118, making tens of millions! Lin Mo creates another legend!_4
You motherfucker⊠your whole family, motherfuckerâŠ
Ever since Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua left at noon, Xiang Feiwen hadnât been able to calm down from his rage the entire day.
Fifteen million!
Flis shop, including him, all together wasnât worth that much money.
Donât be fooled by the exaggerated price tags on the antiques and calligraphy in the store; in truth, there were only a few items that were truly valuable. The prices were just for show, to deceive tourists.
His main source of profit was from some paintings and calligraphy worth a few thousand, as well as some modern art pieces bought by tourists.
Heâd thought heâd sharpened his knife brilliantly and was about to butcher a fat pig today, but heâd never imagined heâd end up being the clown.
Especially seeing the enemy who stole the woman he loved make a killing was more unbearable than if theyâd just killed him!
All afternoon, Xiang Feiwen didnât even feel like opening the store. He was like someone with depression, locking himself in his room. Later, when he couldnât accept what had happened, he started studying the remaining few treasures one by one.
He too wanted to find a bargain, not necessarily make fifteen million like Lin Mo, but even five million wâould do!
Three million would be okay, too!
If he made enough for a second-hand Ferrari, couldnât he also pick up women in bars?
Once his gambling spirit flared up, he began seeing hidden treasures in every painting in the store.
He even began to fantasize that the legendary âGe Zhichuan Relocatingâ by Wang Meng might also be hidden in one of the paintings in his store.
Should he try?
Xiang Feiwen picked up the spray bottle and then put it down, but feeling dissatisfied, he picked it up again, in a never-ending cycle. But in the end, he didnât have the courage to experiment with valuable ancient paintings as Lin Mo had done.
If he lost the bet, heâd be left without a thing to his name!
Resentful yet out of sorts, and unable to stomach any food all day, Xiang Feiwen thought about trying his luck at the auction house to see if he could make some money to appease his unsettled heart.
Never did he expect to run into Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua, this pair of nemeses, at the auction house!
âWhoâs following you? You got big boobs or a perky ass? Or do you have something I donât?â
âYouâre sick!â
Xiang Feiwen truly broke down. Muttering a couple of sentences, he raised his hand and asked the staff to change his seat.
Zhang Yihua rolled up his sleeves, seething, and said, âYou looking for trouble, kid?â
âEnough, Yi Hua, sit down. Why get upset over some nobody?â Lin Mo blocked Zhang Yihua and said, laughing, âThereâs no need to spoil your mood.â
Thinking back on the dayâs events, Zhang Yihua found it amusing and nodded with a smile, âRight, let him curse. 1 just love seeing some peopleâs impotent rage and crumbling defenses.â
He didnât lowâer his voice deliberately, and his words happened to reach Xiang Feiwen just as he was walking away. Flis already livid face instantly turned even uglier.
He stopped in his tracks, wanting to blow up, but recalling Zhang Yihuaâs burly physique, he swallowed his anger.
Soon, the hall started filling with more people, and the vacant seats became scarce.
In the meantime, Lin Mo sent a message to Li Jinwen, saying he would attend an auction and might return late.
Lin Jinwen was very understanding, telling Lin Mo to work hard and not to let down Uncle Tai.
âHoney, Iâve got great news when I get back tonight!â
âWhat great news? Canât you tell me now?â
âNo, Iâll tell you when Iâm back!â
âSo mysterious, okay, then go ahead with your busy stuff.â
Lin Mo sent a message to Li Jinwen.
By now, he was already imagining what Li Jinwenâs expression would be tonight when she found out he made tens of millions.
It would definitely be thrilling!
Lin Mo couldnât help but look forward to it a little.
Right at 7:30 PM, the hostess closed the doors to the auction hall, and other staff members began distributing number plates.
The seats were associated with registered identities, but the number cards were for bidding later on.
After all, the base clientele had net worths of over ten million; they wâere dignitaries with excellent manners, no one was loud and rowdy, and everyone waited quietly for the auction to start.
After a while, the lights in the hall dimmed, the stage lights brightened, and the huge LED screen in the back lit up, showing the display stand on stage, allowing the audience in the back to see every detail clearly.
âGood evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend todayâs auction. Iâm Xiaoya, the chief auctioneer of Wanming Auction House.â
As her delicate voice faded, a beautiful woman in a red cheongsam with a curvaceous figure walked over near the display stand.
Two staff members placed the first item to be auctioned on the stand.
âOur first item is a Qing dynasty Yongzheng-era imitation Ru Tianqing glazed rectangular flower pot. The starting bid is 500,000 yuan, with each increase in bid being no less than 10,000 yuan.â
The woman on stage was a master at stirring the atmosphere; her every smile and gesture seemed to tug at oneâs heartstrings.
There were many bidders, and in no time, the price of the imitation Ru Tianqing glazed rectangular flower pot was driven up to 950,000 yuan.
Gazing at the sultry auctioneer Xiaoya on stage, Zhang Yihua exclaimed, âMy God, this is the first time Iâve encountered such a top-notch woman in the real world. Truly, the joys of the rich, Iâve never before comprehended.â
âOld Lin, itâs normal if you canât resist temptation; 1 understand you now..â
