I keep scrolling through Douyin's treasure chests; they're showing me their loyalty.

Chapter 240 Zhonghai's Laughingstock

"Although this chicken cup was produced in a folk kiln, its craftsmanship is exquisite and its condition is perfect, making it a masterpiece among Chenghua folk kilns!"

"Starting bid: five million!"

"Each bid increase must be at least 500,000!"

Upon hearing this name, Sun Zhenfei's eyes lit up instantly.

He came here today mainly for this item!

This was requested by his sister, Sun Ruoyi. The cup is worth less than ten million, but his sister gave him a budget of fifteen million.

He glanced at the composed Ning Xiuyang and sneered inwardly.

Kid, you've been so arrogant for a while now, it's my turn!

This time, let's see how you compete with me!

"Six million!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Sun Zhenfei eagerly raised his bidding paddle and added a million yuan, revealing his determination to win.

He gave Ning Xiuyang a provocative look, his eyes seeming to say: Kid, come at me if you dare!

However, Ning Xiuyang seemed not to see it at all, still leaning back in his chair without even lifting his eyelids, seemingly having no interest in this final item.

Chen Lin watched from the side and nodded to himself.

Although this chicken cup is from the Chenghua period, it is still a folk kiln piece. If it were from an official kiln, it would be worth some money.

Xiu Yang's decision not to argue with him was a wise one.

"I heard Sun Zhenfei talking to someone before. His sister, Sun Ruoyi, loves these kinds of porcelain antiques the most. She gave him a budget of 15 million, but I estimate that it will only cost 8 or 9 million at most. First, no one will go against the Sun family, and second, this thing is only worth that much." Chen Lin whispered to Ning Xiuyang.

Ning Xiuyang's heart stirred; he hadn't expected to know Sun Zhenfei's bottom line.

For him, the value of the cup was irrelevant.

Anyway, since the system is paying, there are still more than 20 million left of the 30 million from the Guardian Auction House discount!

Seeing that Ning Xiuyang did not react, Sun Zhenfei felt a surge of pride, thinking that he had finally backed down, realizing that he was no match for Ning Xiuyang's financial resources and dared not challenge him again.

A few other people in the room were also interested in the porcelain piece, and they raised the price a few times here and there.

"Seven million!"

"Seven and a half million!"

"Eight million!" Sun Zhenfei impatiently raised his paddle again, directly raising the price to eight million, hoping to scare away other competitors.

Sure enough, the room fell silent the moment the price was announced.

"Eight million times!"

"Eight million twice!"

The host looked around, preparing to bring down the gavel.

Just at this critical moment, a lazy voice rang out.

"Ten million."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

It's Ning Xiuyang again!

He finally made his move!

And the first thing he asked for was ten million!

Sun Zhenfei's expression changed instantly. He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Ning Xiuyang, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

"What the hell do you mean?!" he growled.

Ning Xiuyang finally opened his eyes, glanced at him lazily, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"It doesn't mean anything, Young Master Sun."

"Isn't it normal for the highest bidder to win?"

"Or does Young Master Sun think that only you are qualified to make a bid?"

"You!" Sun Zhenfei was so angry he almost vomited blood on the spot.

He never expected that Ning Xiuyang would suddenly appear at the last moment!

This guy is clearly doing it on purpose!

"Eleven million!"

Sun Zhenfei gritted his teeth and raised the number plate again.

His original plan was to bid a maximum of 12 million, after which no one else would bid against him. Given the Sun family's status, he could save at least 3 million in pocket money.

Unexpectedly, Ning Xiuyang, an anomaly, appeared out of nowhere.

Even if it means losing everything he owns today, he absolutely cannot let this kid take the stuff away!

This is not only about his reputation, but also about his older sister's hobby.

"Fifteen million."

Without even thinking, Ning Xiuyang raised the price to the maximum limit of Sun Zhenfei's budget.

hiss……

A collective gasp filled the room once again.

That's too ruthless!

This is no longer an auction; this is blatant provocation!

Chen Lin was completely dumbfounded.

He tugged at Ning Xiuyang's sleeve and whispered, "Yangzi, don't get carried away! This thing really isn't worth the price! Buying a folk kiln cup for fifteen million? People will laugh at us!"

"It's alright." Ning Xiuyang patted his hand, reassuring him, "I know what I'm doing."

He has 30 million in credit, which is free money anyway, so why not spend it?

Why not spend other people's money to show off your own style?

Sun Zhenfei's face was extremely pale at this moment.

Fifteen million was the entire budget his sister had given him.

If he adds any more, he'll have to pay for it himself.

But now that he's been put in this position, if he backs down, then Sun Zhenfei will completely lose face!

"Brother Fei, let it go, let him have it!"

Zhou Mingfeng, sweating profusely, stood by anxiously, saying, "This kid's a lunatic, don't bother with him!"

"roll!"

Sun Zhenfei shoved him away, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

He stared intently at Ning Xiuyang, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Sixteen million!"

The atmosphere in the entire venue reached its peak of tension at that moment.

Everyone held their breath, watching these two gods fight.

Ning Xiuyang smiled.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

He raised his number again and casually uttered a number that completely devastated Sun Zhenfei.

"Twenty million."

"puff!"

Sun Zhenfei could no longer hold back and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Twenty million!

Twenty million!

Has he gone mad?!

This was completely beyond his means; even if he sold himself, he couldn't come up with that much money!

"You...you..." Sun Zhenfei pointed at Ning Xiuyang, trembling with anger, unable to utter a single word.

"What is it, Young Master Sun?"

"Not going to continue?"

"If you don't go with me, then this treasure will be mine."

To Sun Zhenfei, Ning Xiuyang's smile was so glaring and so despicable!

"Twenty million per time!"

"Twenty million twice!"

The host's voice was like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking Sun Zhenfei's heart hard.

"Is there any price higher than twenty million?!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Ning Xiuyang as if he were an idiot, and at Sun Zhenfei with pity.

"Twenty million, three times!"

"Bang!"

The gavel fell, sealing the deal!

"Congratulations to this gentleman for winning our tonight's grand finale, the Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, for twenty million!"

Amid thunderous applause, Ning Xiuyang smiled and slowly lowered his number plate.

Qin Yuhao gave him a deep look, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Sun Zhenfei, sitting opposite him, seemed to have all his strength drained away, slumping into his chair with a deathly pale face.