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Chapter 455: 331: Her Master is Not Dead_1
Chapter 455: 331: Her Master is Not Dead_1
Chapter 455: Chapter 331: Her Master is Not Dead_1
Among the attendees, many high-profile people who were acquainted with Mo Shiting or Murong Si deemed them men not to be angred with, so they simply chose to withdraw from this round of bidding, not wanting to compete with them.
Surprised that Murong Si also had interest in the crown, Gu Li tugged at Mo Shiting’s sleeve and muttered quietly, “Brother Ting, since Brother Si wants to buy it, let’s give it to him.”
Mo Shiting glance in the direction of Murong Si and playfully smirked, “No way.”
Then raising his placard, he bid, “Two million.”
Gu Li: “???”
This man, could it be that he’s trying to show off in front of Murong Si?
So childish.
A bid of two million is quite high, so Brother Si is unlikely to counter-bid, right?
Just as Gu Li thought this, she heard the voice of Murong Si sound: “Three million.”
What?
Why is he raising the bid?
Don’t these two know when to stop?
“Four million!”
Before Gu Li could react, Mo Shiting shouted again.
Gu Li was at a loss for words.
Murong Si: “Five million!”
Mo Shiting: “Ten million!”
“Wow—”
Seeing the bid sky-rocket to ten million, the auctioneer was elated: “Sir number 29 has a high bid at ten million. Does anyone else want to increase the price?”
“Fifteen million!”
Murong Si boldly raised his card.
The auctioneer was even more excited, “Fifteen million! Mr. number 12 bid fifteen million. Going once, fifteen million. Going twice—”
“Eighteen million!”
Mo Shiting called out, looking determined and emotionless.
Hearing this, Gu Li was somewhat taken aback, “Brother Ting, you…”
Ah, whatever, as long as he’s happy.
The auctioneer was ecstatic, “Eighteen million going once, Eighteen million—”
“Nineteen million!”
Murong Si continued to raise his card.
If Mo Shiting really liked this crown that much, then he’d let him bleed heavily out of his wallet.
Hmph.
Murong Si sneered in his head, looking forward to seeing Mo Shiting pay twenty million for an average piece of jewelry.
But when the auctioneer was about to finish his “Nineteen million for the third time”, Mo Shiting didn’t bid again.
“Sold!”
The auctioneer struck the gavel.
Murong Si’s handsome face immediately turned dark, as black as ink.
Meanwhile, Gu Susu, who had been standing there dumbfounded, finally snapped back to reality: “Oh my god, Brother Si, you actually spent nineteen million on that? You… you are really wasteful.”
“Shut up!”
Murong Si snapped at her irritably.
He turned to glare at Mo Shiting, but saw Gu Li leap excitedly into his arms, and they embraced.
Damn!
They manipulated him into losing nineteen million, what were they doing now — laughing at him behind his back?
And Little Pear…
Also sided against him, absolutely heartless.
The more Murong Si thought, the more furious he became, apprehension towards Gu Li emerging in his heart.
Following his gaze, Gu Susu saw Gu Li and Mo Shiting in the last row, whispering sweet nothings to each other, they looked so sweet she couldn’t help feeling envious.
When will she be able to be this close with the one she loves?
With this thought, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Murong Si, seeing his attention completely on Gu Li, her heart sank a little.
Is Brother Si really not willing to give up?
…
After spending nineteen million on a completely useless crown, Murong Si kept a low profile and did not bid on anything else.
After all, what he was truly interested in, was that oil painting. So when Mo Shiting bid on other items, fearing that he would once again trap him, he simply refrained from challenging.
In this way, Mo Shiting managed to get a few other items; for three million, a jade prayer bead passed down from the former dynasty; for two million, a game board of Go with few hundred years of history…
Compared to him, the results were simply overwhelming.
Halfway through the auction, the oil painting that Mo Shiting and Murong Si had been eagerly waiting for finally emerged.
A red cloth covered the painting, keeping its real identity a secret.
However, when the auctioneer introduced the author of the painting with awe in his voice, her heart missed a beat when she heard the name, ‘the mysterious painter Chuan Liu’.
She stared wide-eyed, unconsciously holding her breath.
Painter Chuan Liu?
Isn’t that her master?
Ah, so one of tonight’s lots is her master’s painting?
Is she dreaming?
Gu Li blinked hard, turning to Mo Shiting, “Brother Ting, pinch me.”
“Pinch you?”
Mo Shiting was bewildered and gently pinched her rosy cheeks.