"Are they crazy?"
"Who is this Dragon Country guy? He’s so ruthless!"
"Didn’t he do enough research? This price isn’t profitable anymore."
"How much money did this guy bring? First, he auctioned off the gilded bronze Buddha, then the mouse head, and now he’s going after the rabbit head too!"
...
Marshall only gave up when the price was pushed up to 38.1 million.
"Fuck! Damn it! This kid is definitely targeting me! These items should have been mine, and I could’ve made millions of US dollars flipping them back to Dragon Country! Fuck! He’s ruining my money-making path!" Marshall vented to his companions.
His companions responded with cold laughter.
"This is New York, not Dragon Country; we can teach him how to behave!"
"But if we make a move on him, Sotheby’s Auction House might hold us accountable."
"According to the rules, the auction house is responsible for safely delivering the items to the buyer’s designated location. We really can’t act on him."
"We’re not targeting the auction items; we’re targeting him."
"Haha..."
Next up were the Tang Sancai and Yuan Blue-and-White Porcelain.
Yang Chen’s art gallery already had plenty of these types of things, so he didn’t see the need to just give money to these foreigners for nothing and didn’t participate in the bidding.
Soon, the auction ended.
Yang Chen became the biggest spender at this auction.
Dragon Country buyers quickly approached, eager to exchange business cards with Yang Chen.
Yang Chen didn’t want to be too high-profile, fearing domestic media exposure, which would make it difficult for him to continue driving for ride-share services later. Moreover, he brought national treasures back from the auction, and if he didn’t hand them over to the country, public opinion would surely arise.
It’s better to handle such things more discreetly, quietly sending them to the Minghai Art Gallery.
Sotheby’s Auction House representatives came over to invite Yang Chen to sign a contract.
Yang Chen clearly requested that everything be handled discreetly; the auction director, Maxim, immediately cleared out all unrelated personnel to sign with Yang Chen individually.
The two parties primarily needed to discuss two issues.
First, the payment issue.
Second, the delivery issue.
This time, the system helped with the payment; it would be settled in full during the next business day.
Maxim excitedly shook Yang Chen’s hand and said, "Mr. Yang is a powerful buyer indeed. On behalf of Sotheby’s Auction House, I present you with a VIP card. From now on, we will notify you of our auctions in advance, and you can participate without proof of funds."
After speaking, Maxim called his secretary to immediately create a VIP card based on Yang Chen’s personal information and deliver it.
Since Yang Chen was so straightforward, naturally Maxim also had to be. He immediately assured Yang Chen that Sotheby’s would be responsible for delivering the goods to any prefecture-level city in Dragon Country.
Yang Chen waved his hand and replied, "No need, send the items to Shield Security Group, I believe it’s on some street over in Brooklyn District, but I’m not too clear. You get in touch yourselves. Hand them over to someone named Adams Silva, and you don’t need to worry about the rest."
Maxim: "Oh, I see, I see! Mr. Yang has a collaboration with Shield Security Group, asking them to escort the items back home, right?"
Yang Chen nodded.
Maxim: "Alright! Then it’s settled. Once we receive Mr. Yang’s payment tomorrow, we will immediately send the items to Shield Security Group for Adams Silva."
Yang Chen nodded and said, "All right. It’s getting late; I need to go rest. See you!"
Maxim: "Good, good."
At this point, the secretary rushed over, handing over a VIP card.
Maxim received the card and presented it to Yang Chen with both hands, saying, "Mr. Yang, this is your VIP card from Sotheby’s. With this card, you can attend any Sotheby’s auction without proof of funds."
Yang Chen took the card, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Great! Thanks. In the future, if there are other items like this, you must notify me. Also, if you have channels to find other Beast Capital items, we can discuss prices privately, no need for big auctions; I won’t let you suffer on the price front."
Sotheby’s Auction House may not do so, but Maxim, personally, might.
Who wouldn’t be interested in millions of US dollars?
Maxim: "Haha...No problem! I will definitely keep an eye out for Mr. Yang. If there’s news, I’ll contact you immediately."
Yang Chen nodded and left the auction venue.
Just stepping out the door, Marshall approached with his crew.
Marshall said angrily, "Kid, you deliberately targeted me and caused me to lose millions of US dollars. I will make you pay the price!"
Yang Chen chuckled and said, "You didn’t have the money to bid, yet you don’t allow others to bid? Is that your robber logic?"
Marshall: "Haha... I’m not wasting words with you. Miss Jenny, can I invite you for a late-night snack?"
Jenny Hathaway: "I don’t join people with a robber mentality for late-night snacks."
With that said, Jenny took Yang Chen’s arm and left.
Marshall cursed under his breath, turning his gaze to Phillips Hathaway.
Phillips Hathaway just let out a helpless sigh, didn’t say anything, and quickly followed Yang Chen and Jenny Hathaway.
At that moment, Marshall’s phone rang.
He quickly answered, loudly saying, "Hello, Mr. Ye Xuan, what’s up?"
Yang Chen, not far ahead, suddenly stopped.
Ye Xuan?
Did Marshall mean the Ye Family’s Ye Xuan?
Or... was it just a homophone?