Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 740: Chapter 733: One Hundred Yuan?

The host was making exaggerated statements, and Sisi could hardly maintain her smile. Socialite? When she was young, Zhang Mingliu always hoped to cultivate her into a socialite, but she was so unambitious, she totally didn’t fit the socialite mold, right?

Besides, in later generations, socialites became commonplace. Any woman, as long as she looked somewhat decent with a bit of money, was flirtatious and could lower herself, had to have the term ’socialite’ prefixed to her name. And those ubiquitous socialite crash courses, truly an insult to the term ’socialite’.

And since when did Mo Liu praise her like this? Mo Liu always looked down on her art!

Mo Liu protested: I still say good things about Sisi in front of others.

Zhang Jie also found it amusing and winked at Shangguan: "Full of spirit?"

Sisi glared at her, subconsciously stood up straight and sucked in her stomach, taking on the standard posture of a socialite. She couldn’t let the Yun Mansion down!

But not long after, she almost broke her composure. That little bitch Wan Yun dared to set the starting price of her painting at one hundred yuan?

Damn it, her painting is worth more than that worthless bracelet, isn’t it?

And those items before, all had higher starting prices than hers. Even an anonymous boss’s abstract calligraphy went for 200 yuan!

Clearly, that little bitch Wan Yun is deliberately trying to humiliate her!

At this point, Sisi wronged Wan Yun. Wan Yun, with her deep schemes, wouldn’t use such a petty tactic, easily drawing criticism? The one behind this was Seventh Mrs. Jin.

Even the host was shocked by this starting price, pausing for a moment, but quickly resumed with enthusiasm.

The guests below looked perplexed, but inwardly they disdained the Baihe Foundation’s petty tactics at this event.

Women after all are women, so petty, using such low-class tactics in this serious occasion. What a disgrace!

That’s why, you’re not afraid of a god-like enemy but a pig-like comrade!

At this moment, the pig teammate who was messing up Wan Yun’s plans was in high spirits, and Seventh Madam proudly said to Tang Anxin, "Let’s see what face He Sisi has left now?"

Tang Anxin remained expressionless, sneering inwardly. What a pig!

Also sitting in the guest area, Wan Yun was truly upset. She had set He Sisi’s painting at a starting price of one thousand yuan, so how did it become one hundred?

At this moment, a conversation between two old men further troubled Wan Yun.

"This painting is good. Although the strokes are a bit immature, the mood it expresses is quite nice. Mo Liu has a good eye."

"Yes, how can such a painting be set at a starting price of one hundred yuan? Not even as good as that bracelet? The esteemed Zhonghua cultural essence actually can’t compare to such external things? Alas, how manners have degenerated!"

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These two old men were renowned scholars in Capital City. Although they wielded no power or influence, their impact on the cultural circle was huge.

There’s a saying: better to offend a gun than a pen. Who knows how these scholars will use their pens?

Wan Yun wanted to remedy the situation, but the host had already announced it. What could she do?

Her mind was racing, thinking about how to salvage her image. She was the perfect daughter-in-law of the Jins, she couldn’t make even a tiny mistake.

Zhang Jie also felt indignant for Sisi, angrily claiming Wan Yun was abusing her position for personal revenge.

Sisi didn’t mind though. In any case, it wasn’t going to be her who’d be embarrassed by this.

In the end, a middle-aged man bought Sisi’s painting for two hundred thousand yuan. Sisi looked at the middle-aged man and he nodded and smiled in recognition, to which Sisi also responded with a smile.

The highlight of the auction turned out to be Zhao WenYu’s romantic dinner party, starting at one thousand yuan. The highest bidder would win the chance to have a romantic candlelight dinner with this great beauty.

As for what happens after dinner, it depended on Miss Zhao’s mood. Perhaps there’d be a big prize!

On stage, Zhao Yunnv was radiant and charming, while below, Huang Xiaoguang’s face wasn’t very good, the veins at the corners of his eyes seemed to be dancing.

Earlier, Huang Xiaoguang’s look of surprise when the host announced the item seemed genuine. It appeared that Zhao WenYu was no simple character either!

Zhao Yunnu’s fame was considerable. The men below seemed highly enthused, shouting bids one after another, and finally, it reached 200,000 yuan.

However, Huang Xiaoguang never placed a bid, as if the woman on stage had nothing to do with him.

Zhao WenYu’s smile was beginning to falter. She had set up this candlelight dinner without telling Huang Xiaoguang to see how much she mattered to him.

But why was this man so heartless? Not even willing to call out a single bid?

"Hey, Huang Xiaoguang, if you don’t bid, someone else is going to take your sweetheart away!" Zhang Jie, quite anxious, leaned over, and Shangguan, annoyed, switched seats with her.

Huang Xiaoguang glanced at her and calmly said, "Mind your own business!"

Zhang Jie was so angry she picked up a teacup from the table, ready to throw it, but Sisi held her back, smiling.

"Fifty thousand!"

A powerful voice echoed, and everyone was startled, looking over to see it was the middle-aged man who had previously bought Sisi’s painting.

Fifty thousand just for a meal. Quite extravagant!

Zhang Jie stuck out her tongue, "Is he crazy? Spending fifty thousand just for a meal? Can’t do anything useful with it, too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

This one with no filter!

Sisi pinched her waist hard and kept winking at her, finally making Zhang Jie realize that Zhao Yunnv’s old lover was sitting right next to her!

Huang Xiaoguang, however, showed no reaction, still remaining calm.

Naturally, Zhao WenYu’s romantic candlelight dinner was bought by that middle-aged man, meaning from now until ten o’clock that night, Zhao WenYu was effectively his.

Five or six hours!

Zhao WenYu looked pleadingly at Huang Xiaoguang, but Huang Xiaoguang didn’t even spare a glance at her. Zhao WenYu closed her eyes helplessly, feeling a tinge of regret but also a sense of relief.

After all, wasn’t this liberation?

Under the host’s invitation, Wan Yun gracefully mounted the stage, took the microphone, and began her speech, typically thanking the party, the government, and the guests. Zhang Jie whispered to Sisi that Wan Yun’s speeches after each auction were almost identical, even the intonation pauses.

The speech ended with thunderous applause, and Wan Yun beamed, the earlier slight unpleasantness completely dispelled by the warm applause. This auction’s proceeds far surpassed previous years, ensuring the Old Man’s satisfaction.

Sisi had a thought, suddenly raised her hand, prompting the host to pause, then rush down to hand Sisi the microphone.

Everyone watched Sisi, unclear about what she intended to do.

Sisi stood up and sweetly smiled at Wan Yun on stage, causing Wan Yun to tense up instantly.

"Mrs. Jin, I have a small question for you."

Sisi deliberately called her Mrs. Jin, to remind everyone of Wan Yun’s most outstanding golden aspect.

Wan Yun secretly raised her vigilance, but maintained her composed facade, nodding and smiling warmly.

"No problem, Mrs. Tian, feel free to ask. I will speak without reserve."