Qin Xiangge clenched her hands tightly into fists at her sides, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the suffocating air from her chest.
At that moment, the phone in her bag rang. Qin Xiangge took it out.
"Finished with your exam?"
"I’ve sent a driver to pick you up. Get ready; tonight, you’ll accompany me to an auction."
"’Fengming’ will make an appearance at this auction. Professor Ferna has been searching for it for years. If we can acquire ’Fengming’ and gift it to him, it will greatly benefit your future."
Qin Xiangge immediately responded, "I’ll head back now."
Fengming is a legendary ancient guzheng with over a thousand years of history, hailed as the greatest guzheng of all time. It has been coveted by musicians throughout history but disappeared during the tumultuous wars of an era.
Master Ferna loves collecting musical instruments from various countries and different periods. He has coveted Fengming for a long time. If Qin Xiangge can obtain Fengming and gift it to Ferna, her chances of becoming his apprentice will increase substantially.
At that point, when she becomes Ferna’s disciple, what will Shen You’an have to compete with her?
"Are you sure what I’m looking for will appear in this auction?"
"Yes, Ann. According to the data we’ve gathered so far, what you’re looking for is indeed in this auction."
"What if I just take it by force?"
"Ann, are you crazy? Qingge Auction House is collaborating with the Feilian Group, equipped with the most advanced security system in the world. You’d end up being riddled with bullets."
Shen You’an replied coldly, "That’s something that rightfully belongs to me."
From the earpiece came a man’s urgent voice: "Ann, please don’t act impulsively. You have no idea how powerful Feilian Group is. Beyond its cutting-edge computer technologies, it has an unparalleled security system. Its global surveillance network ensures that anyone attempting to steal treasures ends up permanently on its blacklist, subject to worldwide pursuit. No matter where you flee, even to the ends of the earth, you won’t escape."
Shen You’an suddenly laughed. "Of course, I’m not that foolish. At worst, I’ll just buy it back."
The other party let out a sigh of relief. "Right, I almost forgot. You’re dripping rich."
"Luke, let me ask you a question."
"Between Feilian Group and PT Group, who’s stronger?"
Without hesitation, the other party replied, "It’s definitely Feilian Group. In this age of globalized information, those who control information technology hold the lifeline of the world."
PT Group is just an offline security company. Even with the best mercenaries, it cannot compare to Feilian Group, which possesses cutting-edge information technology.
What’s more, Feilian Group’s primary business goes beyond information technology; it’s also secretly developing advanced weaponry. Once that scales up, PT Group’s outdated, brute-force security mode will inevitably be eliminated by the times.
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then we’ll see."
Hanging up the call, Shen You’an entered a roadside clothing store. When he emerged, he was cloaked in mysterious black, with a baseball cap pulled low over half his face.
As he walked, Shen You’an put on a mask.
At that moment, the system chimed, automatically connecting to Bluetooth and generating a voice prompt.
"Boss, Young Master Leng will be at the Qingge Auction tonight."
Beneath the brim of the cap, a pair of deep azure eyes shimmered mysteriously like the ocean.
A Rolls-Royce cruised steadily down the street. In the back seat, a young man lounged with his long legs crossed, flipping through a tablet.
Leng Xuexi complained irritably, "I don’t like events . Can’t you go yourself?"
"Take a look. Is there anything you like?" The young man handed the tablet to her.
Leng Xuexi glanced at it briefly—it was filled with images of various antiques.
She scoffed. "Everything here has been touched by dead people. I don’t want any of it."
"You little girl, such lack of taste."
The young man swiped to the last page, and suddenly, his gaze froze.
A soft "Oh?" escaped his lips, catching Leng Xuexi’s attention.
She turned her head to glance at him. "What is it?"
Leng Yunyang studied the screen carefully and slowly smiled. "Looks like I won’t be leaving empty-handed tonight."
As one of the top three auction houses in the country, Qingge Auction House excels in confidentiality. Only four hours before the auction begins do VIP clients receive the full list of items for bid.
Leng Yunyang, having grown up in the Leng family, has been immersed in the world of antiques since childhood, giving him a decent eye for appraisal.
Tonight’s intention was merely to let his younger sister broaden her horizons and make their presence known.
But unexpectedly, a surprise awaited him.
Leng Yunyang dialed Finance and instructed, "Prepare one hundred million in funds."