TSM Chapter 17

The sentence focused everyone’s attention on Sòng Zhèngkūn. The milk in his mouth almost spurted out. He glared at Yǐn Yuè, “How would I know?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sòng. I’m just a little curious. You two had a conflict last night, and she disappeared this morning. It’s hard not to make people suspicious.” Yǐn Yuè looked completely innocent.

Yǐn Yuè pouted, and his fingertips scratched the corner of his mouth as if a trick had succeeded. He slowly got up and followed him to the elevator entrance, took the card at the elevator entrance and swiped it to the third floor. Sòng Zhèngkūn strode in front, and he lazily swayed behind him.

In front of room 301, “Knock knock knock… Knock knock knock…”

“Could this woman be dead asleep?” Sòng Zhèngkūn gradually became irritable.

Yǐn Yuè directly bypassed him, pressed and held the number 1 key to contact Butler Kàn. The phone didn’t ring a few times before it was connected…

“Spare key? I’m sorry, Mr. Yǐn, there is only one key for each room.”

“Then… for Miss Qián’s safety, we have to force it open. What do you think…”

Yǐn Yuè turned off the bathroom exhaust fan, crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the bathroom door, jokingly saying, “Miss Qián is missing, and you’re still having an auction?”

“Please don’t publicize it yet. After the auction is successfully concluded today, everyone will discuss Miss Qián’s whereabouts together.” The butler said in a high-sounding manner, and continued: “After all, Little Miss has already attended, don’t scare the child, everything should be relaxed.”

Yǐn Yuè was about to refute, but Sòng Zhèngkūn hurriedly took over the butler’s words, pretending to be vicious: “I think the butler is right, don’t let a rat ruin the whole pot of porridge.”

As he spoke, he patted Yǐn Yuè’s shoulder, half pushing and half pulling him, falsely evil and cunning: “Don’t scare the child, don’t scare the child~”

“Then, without further ado, the auction officially begins!” The butler carefully took out the first item from the box, “Glazed Green Porcelain.”

The bright colorful glaze was attached to the celadon-glazed porcelain plate. The glaze was lustrous, the color was gorgeous, luxurious yet elegant.

Old Mr. Huò gave Little Dié an affectionate look, and Little Dié turned her head and glanced around. Finally, her eyes fell on the Zhèng Jiéshū couple, and then she licked her pink lips, turned her head back, and continued to play with the doll in her arms.

Old Mr. Huò nodded to the butler, and the butler immediately dropped the hammer in his hand decisively “Smack!”

“Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Zhèng, the Glazed Green Porcelain belongs to you~”

In the fiery eyes of several people, the butler carefully opened the second box again, “Dancing Butterfly Jade Stone.”

This time, without Old Mr. Huò making any movements, Little Dié took the initiative to raise the doll’s arm, pulled off one of the doll’s fingers, and pointed directly at Yǐn Yuè, smiling without showing her teeth.

The butler, who was good at observing words and expressions, raised his hand and dropped the hammer: “Congratulations to Mr. Yǐn, please come forward to receive the Dancing Butterfly Jade Stone~”

Yǐn Yuè was the only person who had no desiring look in his eyes, and he was still placed in an eye-catching position. He was a little slow to react. Under the dissatisfied expressions of the crowd, he lazily raised his eyes, covered up his unwillingness with a silly smile, gritted his teeth and went on stage perfunctorily, politely thanked him, and went back to his original seat at the speed of light.

Finally, it was today’s highlight, Buddha’s Hand Tears. The butler solemnly put on another pair of special material white gloves, cautiously took it out gently, “Buddha’s Hand Tears.”

“Starting price 5 million~”

“6 million!” Sòng Zhèngkūn said tightly.

“6.5 million!” Zhèng Jiéshū’s wife tugged at his sleeve a little distressed, but she still didn’t understand the fact that men love face.

“7 million!” Huáng Tíngguǎng closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, shouting out.

“8 million!” Mù Wǎn shouted with determination.

“10 million!” Sòng Zhèngkūn was unwilling to show weakness and spoke again, arrogantly and triumphantly glanced at Yǐn Yuè next to him, acting as a little tail wolf, which couldn’t help but make Yǐn Yuè sneer.

“15 million!” It seemed that he never expected that someone would bid higher. The few people who were fighting to the death turned their heads to look at the prodigal Luó Xiàngyuǎn.

After a moment of silence, the butler’s loud voice sounded: “15 million once… 15 million twice… 15 million three times, deal!” The hammer was dropped decisively.

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