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This little interlude didn't last long.

Mr. Cassel on the stage just finished introducing the 1945 bottle of Romanée-Conti in the showcase.

After he announced the start of the auction, someone raised a sign in the field:

"20000!"

For a bottle of red wine with no reserve price, the first starting price is five figures.

Before Jiang Qiyu came, she squinted her eyes to look at the red wine bottles on the booth, and the starting price that sounded quite heroic was broken:

"30000!"

"35000!"

"..."

"88000!"

Listening to the uninterrupted bidding sounds around her, she silently put away her thoughts of "I'm here" and "My sister has a little money".

Hey, it's just a bottle of wine, and the price is close to 10 yuan?

Although she has a little money, it is hard-earned money earned from the young master through hard work.

It is the guarantee for her to live a peaceful life in the future, and it cannot be spent indiscriminately.

"..."

On the side, Qi Yu saw her ready to move, turned his body slightly and said in a low voice:

"Want it?"

"I......"

However, just as she opened her mouth, before she could speak, the gentleman in front of the dog seemed to have received some order, and instantly raised the number plate at hand:

"90000!"

After the main hammer above announced that the bidding price was valid, He Hao slowly put down the sign in his hand, and pointed out:

"It's a real waste to drink red wine of this level to unscrupulous women."

"..."

Seeing this dog licking gentleman making endless offenses, Jiang Qiyu paused for a moment, then turned to look at Qi Yu, smiled instead of anger:

"I wasn't interested in it at first, but suddenly I wanted it."

"Ah."

But Qi Yu's eyes flickered slightly, but his voice became softer and deeper:

"Buy what you want."

After the words fell, he clasped the number plate in his hand with his slender fingers and slowly lifted it up. His understated voice spread in the quiet venue:

"100000."

And how could He Hao, who had just finished his harsh words, allow himself to be slapped in the face, and immediately followed without hesitation:

"110000!"

Those who wanted to increase the price in the field couldn't help looking back with a little surprise.

Although this bottle of Romanee-Conti from 1945 is precious, its top collection value is around 120000-130000.

Once the bidding exceeds 100000, everyone will tacitly lower the bid for each placard, from a few thousand or even a few hundred.

If you can buy collections at the most suitable price, who would give money to others for nothing?

But of these two people, one directly increased from 88000 to 100000, and the other directly called 110000 without even hitting the main hammer.

Most of the people present were fine people, and many people could tell at a glance that the people who raised the price twice before and after must have some faults.

The others were naturally happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, so they put down the number plates in their hands and were not in a hurry to increase the price for the time being.

Facing He Hao's bidding method, which was almost obvious to him, Qi Yu just raised his eyes and glanced at the stage lightly.

When the first hammer of 110000 was dropped, he slowly raised the number plate:

"130000."

"..."

This time, he added [-] at once, and the price instantly reached the top value of this bottle of Romanée-Conti.

Many collectors who were interested in this wine slowly shook their heads when they saw this, and they simply gave up bidding.

It's not that you can't afford to add money, it's just that there is no need to spend money beyond the value of the item itself.

They are rich, not taken advantage of.

He Hao didn't have much research on red wine, so naturally he didn't know how much this bottle of wine was worth.

Seeing that Qi Yu directly added [-] yuan with a high-ranking attitude, he was not ambiguous, and directly raised his sign and shouted the price:

"170000!"

10,000+ or ​​tens of thousands is nothing to He Hao, he just wants to make things difficult for Qi Yue and that woman.

As soon as he said this, everyone present was even more surprised.

Qi Dashao added [-] in one breath, so why did the young master of the He family still take the lead, adding a total of [-]? !

It seems that these two people should have some festivals, and they are fighting here today.

Faced with He Hao's provocation of doubling the price, Qi Yu remained unmoved, and raised his card again when the first hammer was struck at 170000:

"200000."

Of course He Hao will not give up, as long as the price does not exceed one million, it will be painless to him:

"250000!"

The buyout price is another [-]!

Seeing this, Qi Yu raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, then thought of something, and blinked at the people around him.

Jiang Qiyu immediately received his signal, pursed her lips and approached the man's ear and said:

"Brother Qi Yu... Shall we add more?"

"Of course."

Qi Yue's voice was not too loud, like a coaxing to the lover around him, but also like a warning to some people:

"As long as it is what I want, no one can take it away."

After finishing speaking, after the second hammer at the sky-high price of 250000, he raised his number plate:

"300000."

"Hmph, the words are full..."

He Hao sarcastically said without turning his head: "With an increase of [-], Qi's cash flow has been locked up."

After speaking, as if deliberately humiliating, he directly raised his sign:

"400000!"

Jiang Qiyu's eyes were excited, and she continued to shoot:

"Brother Qi Yu, listen to what some people say..."

Qi Yu pursed his lips and swallowed the phrase "Brother Qi Yu", his eyes were clearly smiling, but his tone gradually became gloomy:

"It's just a small restaurant owner who really thinks of himself as a wealthy family."

Seeing He Hao's back suddenly stiffened, he continued to raise his sign.

And this time, it is:

"600000."

He has known this He Hao for a long time, and he knew that this person has strong self-esteem and extremely low self-esteem at the same time.

The He family started from catering, even if it is now a leader in the country, those juniors in the upper class who have been accustomed to worshiping the high and stepping down since childhood will look down on him in their hearts.

Qi Yu didn't think there was any distinction between high and low in the industry, but He Hao himself cared a lot.

Especially from the mouth of this "rival in love" who has crushed him since he was a child, it can almost be called the most embarrassing ridicule for He Hao.

He broke the defense at that time.

The dark side in his heart was suddenly brought up, coupled with the addition of Meng Wanyu's incident, He Hao's fists creaked.

"..."

"Big brother!"

Just as he was about to raise his sign, he was suddenly held down by the people around him.

He Chuyang looked at He Hao who was completely enraged. Although his expression was worried, there was no emotion in his slightly drooping eyes.

His tone was urgent: "Brother, be more rational, father—"

"Don't fucking use my father to oppress me!"

But his blocking seemed to increase the reaction, He Hao threw off his hand uncontrollably, warning viciously:

"It's just the son of a mistress, what are you, you dare to control me?!"

After scolding He Chuyang, he stood up "teng" under the surprised or puzzled eyes of everyone, and raised the number plate in his hand:

"I'll pay 100 million!"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

As soon as He Hao finished speaking, he heard a burst of unhurried applause behind him.

And the ridicule that almost made his eyes go dark.

Qi Yu turned sideways slightly, and with a voice that could be heard in the entire venue at this time, he said to Jiang Qiyu who was gloating and covering her mouth and giggling:

"Let's make a bet."

"what?"

"I guess he doesn't know that the settlement currency of today's auction...is the euro."