"Well said, well said!"
"Miss Fang is truly thoughtful. Who would have thought a single piece of paper could enlighten us like this."
Many celebrities and businessmen who knew Fang Fang's identity began to offer their compliments.
Hearing their words, Fang Fang's delicate face couldn't help but blush.
A staff member in the audience quickly gestured to Gu Yina, "Wrong, wrong, open that piece of paper, there's writing inside!"
"There's writing?"
Gu Yina unfolded the paper in confusion.
As expected, there was indeed writing inside. It read, 'Wishing you prosperity and all the best!'
Below it was also a name: Chen Mo.
Gu Yina's face twitched involuntarily.
"Auctioneer, what does it say on there?" a man asked, having vaguely seen that there was writing on the paper.
Gu Yina smiled awkwardly and tried to smooth things over, "Besides Miss Fang's thoughtfulness earlier, someone else also wrote a blessing on this paper."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze towards Gu Yina.
"It says, 'Wishing you prosperity and all the best,' and the person who wrote these eight characters is named Chen Mo."
Since Gu Yina didn't know if Chen Mo was male or female, she could only use 'person' as a substitute.
For a moment, the venue fell silent.
Many people turned their attention towards Fang Fang's direction.
Sensing the gazes from those around her, Fang Fang's face turned red all the way to her neck. She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
To avoid further awkwardness, Gu Yina glanced at the starting bid. She really couldn't make anything up anymore.
The next second, Gu Yina's eyes nearly popped out: "The, the, the starting bid is, one million!"
In fact, Gu Yina couldn't believe it herself when she uttered those words.
A starting bid of one million for a single sheet of A4 paper?!
If Fang Fang wasn't a key figure personally instructed by the boss, she would have definitely questioned the person's sanity.
"Hahahaha!"
Suddenly, from the previously silent hall, a laugh that held no restraint rang out.
"This piece of junk paper, one million?! Hahahaha! I wouldn't even use this paper to wipe my backside!"
"If anyone bids one million for this thing today, I'll donate one hundred million!"
Wu Guangxiao, standing beside Fang Fang, was laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.
Then, Wu Guangxiao pointed at Chen Mo and said to Fang Fang, "Miss Fang, that piece of paper wasn't submitted by you, was it? It must have been done by this kid."
"Think about it, if this kid loved you, would he come up with something like this to embarrass you in public?"
"If you agree to my conditions earlier, today, I'll donate one million in your name!"
Wu Guangxiao said mockingly.
Fang Fang's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She truly detested this Wu Guangxiao.
She grabbed Chen Mo's arm, intending to leave.
However, Chen Mo showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he looked at Wu Guangxiao and asked, "Are you serious about what you just said?"
Wu Guangxiao smiled, "Of course. If she agrees to my terms, I guarantee a donation of one."
"No, no, no." Before Wu Guangxiao could finish, Chen Mo interrupted, "I mean, if someone buys the paper I wrote on, you'll donate one hundred million, is that true?"
Wu Guangxiao sneered, "Of course it's true. Kid, you don't actually think anyone will buy your piece of junk paper, do you?"
Chen Mo's lips curved upward, "What if someone does?"
"Hahaha!"
"Kid, even if your paper was made of gold, it wouldn't be worth that much."
"One million! I bid one million!"
However, just as Wu Guangxiao finished speaking, a man's voice suddenly echoed through the hall!
Suddenly, Wu Guangxiao's mocking expression froze.
The sudden voice instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
"Isn't that Pan Xiong, the boss of Xiaobang Construction?"
"He's bidding one million for this piece of paper? Is he crazy?"
Some people in the crowd had already recognized him.
Pan Xiong quickly walked up to Chen Mo, "Mr. Chen, I will have your calligraphy framed immediately upon my return and hang it on the wall of my office!"
Chen Mo smiled helplessly.
"Are you crazy? You're bidding one million for this piece of junk paper?!" Wu Guangxiao couldn't help but question.
Pan Xiong frowned, "Who are you? What business is it of yours what I buy?"
Wu Guangxiao was rendered speechless by the retort, but his face turned green with anger!
He then glared at Chen Mo, "This must be someone you deliberately found. Kid, you're quite cunning, thinking you can fool this old man like this?"
"Deliberately found? Damn it, you scoundrel, you look down on Mr. Chen too much." Pan Xiong pointed at Wu Guangxiao and cursed.
Wu Guangxiao, being called a scoundrel, his face instantly turned extremely grim.
Just as he was about to make a move.
"One point five million! I'll take Mr. Chen's calligraphy."
Suddenly, the venue fell silent again.
Everyone turned to see Zhou Tianchang walking over slowly. He cupped his hands towards Chen Mo, "Mr. Chen's rare calligraphy, I, Zhou Tianchang, must find a way to bid for it."
"I bid two million!" Pan Xiong, who had just bid, quickly continued to raise the price.
The expressions of everyone around them changed drastically. They stared at the scene with wide eyes, no one could believe that a few characters on an A4 paper could fetch such an exorbitant price of two million!
"Three million!" Zhou Tianchang bid again.
"Four million!" Pan Xiong was not to be outdone.
"Five million!" Zhou Tianchang's icy gaze fixed on Pan Xiong. How could he miss such an opportunity to curry favor with Chen Mo?
At this point, everyone in the venue was stunned, including Gu Yina on stage, who had even forgotten to announce the bids.
"Stop fighting, everyone. I'll offer ten million for Mr. Chen's calligraphy. Haibei Investment Group wants it. I hope everyone will give Wu Zongcheng some face."
Just as Ge Hua thought he had secured the winning bid, another male voice echoed through the hall.
"Hiss!"
Instantly, the sound of gasps filled the venue!
Even Wu Guangxiao, standing nearby, had a drastic change in expression!