Shen Jiayao fell in love with an antique vase and raised his sign to raise the price to a price that no one else could compete with.
The others immediately understood and no one argued with him.
Seeing that the vase was about to be photographed, Ye Sinian lazily held up the sign: "2.3 million."
Shen Jiayao raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were filled with ice.
Ye Sinian smiled back: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, but we have very similar visions."
"Heh." Shen Jiayao replied noble and coldly.
The other people watching immediately began to shrink their necks.
The auctioneer on the stage was even more trembling.
Really, when gods fight, little devils suffer.
An antique vase worth just over 2 million was finally sold for more than 9 million, and is about to reach over 10 million.
The auctioneer didn't dare to drop the hammer.
Shen Jiayao sat on the chair, silent, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his whole person exuded an aura of calmness and self-power. Just sitting here, his aura enveloped the entire auction house, making people frightened.
Ye Si Nian, who was sitting on the other side, was no less generous. His eyes were deep and cold, and his aura was powerful and majestic.
The two of them seemed to be at odds with each other, neither of them giving in.
The vase being auctioned on the stage now seems to be more than just a vase, but has certain symbolic meanings, and neither of them is willing to give in.
The competition has entered a fierce trend.
Ye Si Nian had already raised his sign and raised the price to 12 million.
The auctioneer on the stage did not drop the hammer, but looked straight at Shen Jiayao, waiting for him to bid.
But this time, Shen Jiayao did not raise his sign, but stared at Ye Sinian coldly with a livid face.
Ye Sinian sneered, his voice neither high nor low, just loud enough for the people around him to hear: "Why, Mr. Shen is so broke?"
Shen Jiayao didn't say anything, but kept a cold face.
Seeing this, Ye Sinian smiled more and more wantonly, glanced at Lu Xixin's face, and pointed out: "It seems that Mr. Shen doesn't like this vase that much, and he doesn't even want it for a mere ten million." Take it out."
"Haha——" Ye Sinian sneered, his eyes full of ridicule.
This time he didn't wait for Shen Jiayao to bid, and directly raised the sign again: "20 million."
Oh my god, twenty million!
Twenty million dollars to buy a vase, Young Master Ye must have attached too much importance to this vase!
Everyone on the scene was shocked. It wasn't that they couldn't afford the 20 million yuan, but the vase on the stage was really not worth it. Buying it back would be like throwing 20 million yuan into the water, and it would just make a noise.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Ye Sinian, Lu Xixin, and Shen Jiayao, each thinking something about it.
It seems that in this drama of two men competing for one woman, Young Master Ye won.
The auctioneer counted three times and the hammer fell.
The antique vase finally fell into Ye Si Nian's hands.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Shen Jiayao, his eyes filled with pride.
Just after the successful auction in Ye Sinian, the anger on Shen Jiayao's face suddenly dissipated completely and turned into a calm one.
Such a rapid change of expression made Ye Sinian's heart skip a beat.
He frowned and thought to himself: Shen Jiayao was trying to trick him and deliberately bid him to buy the vase at ten times the price.
When Ye Sinian was thinking wildly, Shen Jiayao on the other side suddenly put his chin on Lu Xixin's shoulder and said in an aggrieved voice: "Honey, he bullied me."
Lu Xixin was slightly startled, then turned to look at Shen Jiayao, and happened to meet his watery eyes, which were crystal clear, pitiful and cute, like a wronged kitten coming to find its owner.