Chapter 492: Design Sketch
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The next day, Meng Yu arrived at Song Fan’s office, wearing a smile that Song Fan hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Fanfan, the necklace has been found. I’ve already gone to the police to cancel the report,” Meng Yu said, carefully observing Song Fan’s expression, seeing that she wasn’t planning to speak.
Meng Yu continued, “The necklace was too valuable. We had put it in another box, and neither Xia Xia nor I remembered. Once we found it, we quickly returned it to the safe. Rest assured, the necklace wasn’t lost.”
“Why should I rest assured? The necklace isn’t mine,” Song Fan said, curling her lips. “If there’s nothing else, I need to get back to work.”
This was clearly an order to leave. Although Meng Yu was angry, she couldn’t show it. She had to leave the company awkwardly.
Wen Chao had already prepared a statement to clarify the situation. Since the police report had been canceled, it was necessary to clear Song Fan’s name.
He always felt there was a conspiracy behind this. He even hired some internet trolls to subtly hint that someone had framed Song Fan on purpose.
The necklace was found, the police issued a statement, and the insurance company also released the investigation results. It all seemed like a misunderstanding.
Soon, netizens’ attention was diverted to other matters, and this incident had almost no impact on Song Fan.
However, Li Na couldn’t understand and seized the opportunity during lunch to ask, “Boss, you made that fake necklace and sent it to the auction. Isn’t that illegal?”
After all, the necklace was made by her. She thought she had done a good job, but her grandfather said it was child’s play, easily identifiable as fake by experts. Li Na was still a bit uneasy.
“Don’t worry. This won’t implicate you,” Song Fan said, smiling as she ate. “Even if the necklace is fake, as long as the buyer doesn’t complain, others have no say.”
“But this is an international auction. What if something goes wrong…” Li Na trailed off, thinking about how the headline auction items could go for over a billion, making this a major fraud.
Song Fan raised her eyebrows. “The necklace has already been sold. The auction house will announce it soon.”
“Huh?” Li Na was puzzled. “The auction isn’t for another two days. How has the necklace been sold?”
“In such auctions, there are private transactions. If a buyer is very interested in an item, the auction house can contact the seller. If both parties agree on a price, the item can be sold directly without auction,” Song Fan patiently explained. “This occasionally happens in international auctions, so it won’t arouse suspicion.”
Li Na listened with her mouth agape. She had never heard of such practices in auctions.
“But why would the auction house cooperate with you? Don’t they lose money?” Li Na still couldn’t understand. If the item was worth over a billion, the auction house would charge a significant commission.
And how did Song Fan manage to get such an obvious fake into the auction?
“Shh, that’s a secret,” Song Fan said, making a shushing gesture before continuing to eat.
The auction house owner had been rescued by her from foreign kidnappers. As his savior, he was more than willing to help her. Moreover, only one flyer was printed—the one Song Fan took to the Song Family. It was just to deceive Meng Yu.
These were things she wouldn’t tell Li Na. Some secrets were better kept.
“But boss, I still don’t understand,” Li Na insisted, too curious to eat.
Song Fan didn’t want to continue the topic, so she quickly took out her phone. “By the way, I wanted you to look at this jewelry design plan.”
Sure enough, Li Na’s eyes lit up at the mention of jewelry design. She quickly leaned over. “Did you design all these? Not bad! But isn’t this…”
Before she could finish, she got a light smack on the head. “Everything looks good to you!”
An elderly man with a kind face walked over to their table, gently tapping Li Na’s head with the fan in his hand. “Can’t you eat properly?”
“Grandpa!” Li Na protested, trying to fix her hair. “I just got my hair done. Don’t mess up my style!”
Song Fan quickly stood up. Old Mr. Li was a respected figure in the jewelry appraisal industry, and she couldn’t afford to be impolite.
“Mr. Li, hello. I’m Song Fan,” she said, extending her hand with a smile.
But Li Feng didn’t shake her hand. Instead, he pointed to her phone. “Whose design sketches are these?”