CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 67: MISCHIEVOUS FLIRTATION

"I’m not going," Su Ziceng looked at the auction ticket that Yan Wuxu somehow acquired.

"Why not go?" Yan Wuxu flipped back and forth the ticket with Subi Auction House’s logo, "I have heard that many people are attending. Moreover, we could also see what kind of valuable goods Chang Chi has managed to collect."

From Yan Wuxu’s perspective, it was indeed necessary for Su Ziceng to go and observe, as being able to see the price positioning and customer reactions at the auction could provide valuable references for when Su Ziceng would conduct her own auctions in the future.

These were things Su Ziceng had thought about, but, just today, she received news from Secretary Wang. The preparations for this auction event involved not only Chang Mei but also Hang Yishao. If she attended the auction, she would inevitably encounter Hang Yishao. She didn’t want to see Chang Chi’s smug face from under everyone’s scrutiny.

"Did you know that already?" Yan Wuxu decided from Su Ziceng’s face, noticing some hints.

"There’s always some rumor or another," Su Ziceng felt slightly uncomfortable under Yan Wuxu’s gaze. Mo City wasn’t that big, just stepping out the door you could catch the whispers of the wind.

"Then all the more reason to go, why should we let Chang Chi parade around triumphantly? We can also pull some strings from behind the scenes," Yan Wuxu suggested fervently.

To go or not to go? Su Ziceng was still hesitating. At this moment, Chang Chi also returned home and saw Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu sitting in the garden. Instead of walking away with disdain like usual, she deliberately approached Su Ziceng and flaunted confidently.

"I’m hosting an auction tomorrow, and Yishao will be coming to help. It’s a pity you won’t be able to show support, such a shame," and with that, she turned around, leaving behind a strong scent of Chanel perfume.

"Only someone like Chang Chi could weaponize perfume like a nuclear bomb," Yan Wuxu, not accustomed to the strong fragrance, complained involuntarily.

"Tomorrow, we go together," Su Ziceng stared at the conspicuous entrance ticket. Did they think to keep her away? Well, she would just go then. Facing Hang Yishao head-on was not new to her, but this time, she definitely would not make the same foolish mistake as last time.

In less than a year, Subi Auction House was hosting another distinctive auction, only this time, instead of Chang Mei presenting, it was Chang Chi organizing it alone.

Su Ziceng also wondered if Chang Mei intentionally wanted to train Chang Chi’s capabilities or to show Su Qingzhang that even without her pushing from behind, her little Chi could already stand alone.

Compared to the last time, this auction attracted more young attendees who were formally dressed, thereby restricting some of the general public from entering the auction venue.

When Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu entered the auction venue, they noted this as well. The invitations distributed by Chang Chi were almost entirely given to celebrities, which also somewhat resulted in the loss of some ordinary buyers.

Looking at the products, they were all average auction items, but one item unexpectedly was Chang Chi’s favorite, the Colorful Eggs.

"She even put up this set of Colorful Eggs for auction," among the array of valuable auction items, the thing that caught Su Ziceng’s attention was a set, not even listed on the auction item list.

"Just a set of Colorful Eggs, what about it?" Yan Wuxu also observed the auction item, a limited edition set of five, typically collected by wealthy young girls in their childhood.

"This set is different, it was a limited edition brought back from abroad by father for us, I originally had a set too," Su Ziceng watched the continuously arriving guests at the auction venue, smiling brilliantly: "But later, mine was accidentally broken by Chang Chi." Ceramic golden glazed Colorful Eggs are easily "accidentally" broken.

"Do you like it?" Yan Wuxu probably guessed Su Ziceng’s implication and then glanced at the price tag of the set, only "fifty thousand." This familiar number, originally used by Fei Qing to mollify her expenses, left Yan Wuxu in a brief daze. True to the daughter of Chang Mei, even the pricing was so similar. More ironically, just four Colorful Eggs could equal the value of a human life.

"It’s beyond liking now," Su Ziceng’s gaze shifted to the entrance where Hang Yishao and Chang Chizi walked in, the two were greeting guests. Upon seeing Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu, both were taken aback.