CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 44: THE AUCTION

"I heard Miss Qin likes racing and, coincidentally, I dabble in racing as well. Today I have a Lamborghini Huracán GT3 on the track, and I wonder if I might have the honor of exchanging racing knowledge with Miss Qin?"

Qimeng had already started narrating the situation unfolding before her in her mind.

"The opponent dives straight for the target’s hobbies, aiming to open a breakthrough from there. The method is clichéd, but the effect..."

Qimeng hadn’t even finished her mental narration when Yun coldly and firmly spoke, "Sorry, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not into racing."

"Impressive, without regard for the other party’s pride, she decisively rejected him. This sister is so cool, I love it!" Qimeng maintained her calm exterior, but internally she became an instant fan.

The man in the tailored suit obviously froze for a moment, losing a bit of his composure.

He could tell she was dismissing him, and quite unapologetically at that.

For people at their level, what Yun said to this man was equivalent to an everyday person saying "Get lost."

"Alright, it seems I was mistaken and got the wrong person," he found himself an excuse to exit gracefully.

After speaking, he turned and left.

However, before leaving, he glanced at the spectators, Qimeng and Qin Miao, who were calculating how to tell her mom about having her high school deskmate over for dinner.

Qimeng, who was watching intently, caught the man’s gaze and was taken aback.

She was caught watching? He shouldn’t be a petty person, right? I was merely watching, not doing anything wrong.

But even if he were petty, it didn’t matter, since we’re not from the same world. After this event, I’d probably never see him again in this lifetime.

Yun, across from her, also glanced at Qimeng, who flashed a pure, innocent smile typical of high school students.

Yun looked down and continued to play on her phone.

Seeing her look down, Qimeng resumed her spectator mode, searching to see if anyone else would come to strike up a conversation with this gorgeous woman.

However, Qimeng was destined to be disappointed.

After the first person, no one else came to speak with Yun.

This continued until the auction started.

Zhuang Yuqin, who had just been entertaining Qin Miao and the others, came over again. After a brief explanation, they followed her to the auction hall.

Yun didn’t move at first, but when she saw Qimeng and Qin Miao leave, some observant men started inching towards her direction.

Yun, after clicking her tongue, followed Qin Miao and the others.

The decor of the auction venue matched the luxurious supercar display area outside; everything was opulent and brightly lit.

The internal setup somewhat resembled a large tiered classroom used for school events.

However, the space was much larger, and the seating wasn’t the simple folding chairs found in schools.

Everyone sat in wide sofas, the type you could sink into entirely, complete with seat heating and massage functions.

Overall, the auction environment was quite comfortable.

Near the far end of the auction stage, there was a spot for the auctioneer with a wooden podium.

The space behind the auction platform was empty, covered with a curtain.

Larger auction items could be directly wheeled backstage, and then unveiled to the audience by drawing back the curtain.

Qin Miao and her companion still chose a relatively secluded two-seater sofa, sticking to an inconspicuous corner.

Their purpose was clear: they were merely there to watch the fun.

This time, Yun did not sit close to Qin Miao again.

With single-seater sofas available, these spots were unlikely to face intentional disturbances.

Additionally, she sat in the front row, seemingly intending to participate in the auction.

As time passed, the number of people in the venue increased, and at exactly 10 a.m., the auction officially began.

A well-dressed woman in a suit walked on stage.

Smiling, she gave a slight bow to the guests and then picked up the microphone to deliver a brief opening speech.

She didn’t waste time with unnecessary words, and after thanking the guests, she kicked off the day’s auction.

While the host was giving her short introduction, Zhuang Yuqin brought some exquisite snacks and water over to Qin Miao and Qimeng. Qin Miao noticed that every guest’s table was also being provided with these items.

As soon as the host finished and left the stage, all the staff completed their tasks, placing snacks and water before leaving.

The organizers were considerate, given that the auction would last quite a long time, a full two hours.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit then stepped onto the stage as the curtain behind him was drawn back, revealing a Porsche 911 GT3 R with the classic black, white, and red livery.

This Porsche GT3 wasn’t the road-legal type; it was purely a GT3 race car, the kind you could directly take to compete in races.

Although many think there are plenty of GT3 race cars during competitions, these GT3 cars are not sold to the public. They are only sold to teams qualified for GT3 events.

Generally, even if someone has money, they can’t buy this type of car. This is why this GT3 is being auctioned here.

The moment the car appeared, many attendees began murmuring in whispers.

Soon, at the host’s signal, the bidding began.

Porsche 911 GT3 R, with a starting price of 2 million, each raise must be at least ten thousand.

About 15 minutes later, this Porsche 911 GT3 R, worth around 3.5 million yuan, was acquired by a young man for 5.5 million.

If Qin Miao had stayed a bit longer at the F4 team she was visiting yesterday, she’d have realized that this buyer was Li Yi, the owner of the team she drove for.

Qin Miao and Qimeng were dumbfounded by this price. Were these people’s fortunes just blown in by the wind?

Logically, buying a car that can’t be driven on the road for nearly twice the price isn’t a wise investment, yet after the auctioneer’s final count and hammer hit, Li Yi couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

The ones who failed to outbid him wore expressions of regret.

They probably also wanted that GT3 race car, but compared to the true highlight of the day, this unsellable GT3’s weight paled in comparison.

After the first item sold at a high price, subsequent items were relatively mellow, consisting of jewelry or antiques with fluctuating prices, none exceeding 3 million yuan.

Yet, despite this, Qin Miao and Qimeng remained wide-eyed the entire time, constantly amazed.

These people really have money...