While Jiang Yu and his maternal grandfather were still on their way, Su Yehao, pondering how to rename the hotel, asked Linda Yun to bring him his laptop.

In 1998, most brands of laptops only had twelve-inch screens.

"You've got a good eye, kid, just like I did back in the day. Getting Old Zhao's precious granddaughter to have a child, changing the surname to Tang might be a bit tricky. But this little girl next to you, surnamed Jiang, is also very pretty, studying at HKU, right? Having a boy who looks like his mother, not bad, not bad!"

Su Yehao smiled awkwardly. These two had nothing to do with him. He explained softly, "They're just friends, Grandpa, don't guess. Did you know Zhao Yimeng's grandfather before?"

"Met him a few times before the old guy died, played cards with me a few times, won a lot of my money. Character shows in your card play. Made a fortune selling buildings, pretty arrogant, but so what? He's been buried for over a decade."

Old Master Tang chuckled.

At his age, acquaintances disappeared from time to time. Arguing had long lost its meaning; only those who could still breathe had the last laugh.

So, ever since he realized his health was failing, Su Yehao's maternal grandfather had handed over the business to Tang's mother long ago, spending his time on vacations and rest, living a retired life, even dividing up the family property in advance, no longer valuing those material possessions.

Su Yehao glanced guiltily at Zhao Yimeng, relieved to see her chatting with Jiang Yu, not having heard the old man's words.

It was only three or four hundred meters.

Entering an office building under Cheung Kong Holdings, they took the elevator to the twelfth floor.

As a regular at auctions, Old Master Tang's face was his admission ticket. After a simple registration, a manager from Sotheby's led them into the spacious hall.

The auction was about to begin, and the pre-auction viewing area was crowded.

Su Yehao pushed his grandfather's wheelchair, encountering many of the old man's acquaintances and friends, so much so that before he had a chance to look around, the host was already reminding them to take their seats.

The auction catalog was placed on the chairs, and the paddle number, "106," was already in hand.

Sotheby's auctions were naturally top-notch. Billionaires were everywhere, and famous names from the rich lists could be seen.

This kind of auction was originally a game for the rich.

Many of the lots included works by Picasso and Van Gogh, but they seemed to be the less famous ones. The real gems would be saved for international auctions. Tonight's auction focused on Southeast Asian and mainland Chinese collections, totaling more than eighty items.

Once Jiang Yu was seated next to him, Su Yehao turned to ask her, "Did you see any good treasures in the pre-auction viewing area?"

"Big diamonds! My eyes almost went blind, they're so beautiful!" Jiang Yu said excitedly. It was her first time attending an auction, and she felt like she was visiting a museum.

After being brainwashed by diamond merchants for so many years, there were few girls who didn't like bling-bling diamonds.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was hooked, Su Yehao asked helplessly, "Besides diamonds, what else? If you find a small gift that's not too expensive, I can give it to you. Isn't your birthday next month?"

Jiang Yu was proud and snorted, telling him, "I don't spend your money. I'll have my man buy them for me in the future, a whole string of pink diamond necklaces, and a yellow diamond ring, they're really beautiful..."

She and Zhao Yimeng chattered away, still influenced by those jewelry pieces.

Su Yehao interjected, "It's just fancy colored diamonds. I'll send you each a whole set when the time comes, pink, yellow, blue, black, green, all of them."

"Oh, there are green diamonds and black diamonds?" Jiang Yu asked foolishly.

This was falling into Su Yehao's trap. He smiled happily and told her, "Yeah, tAt member."

...

The auction officially began.

The first lot was a Thai Buddha statue from over a hundred years ago. The auctioneer spoke extremely quickly, and it was auctioned off for a high price of HK$2.05 million in just over a minute.

The second item was a jade plaque from the Qing Dynasty, carved with a bamboo pattern, which eventually sold for 170,000.

Su Yehao wasn't interested in these things. He crossed his legs and looked down at the catalog in his hand.

He was surprised to see a jade green jade seal on the seventh page. The material was similar to the plaque on his chest, and it was carved with a small qilin.

It was twelve centimeters high, four centimeters long, and three point seven centimeters wide.

As long as it was cut open, it would be several plaques, and the description said that it had no inscriptions, just top-quality seal material.

When doing business with Japanese companies, the Japanese liked to use seals instead of signatures. Su Yehao thought he could get one too, so he remembered the lot number first.

Continuing to flip through, he finally saw the small cup his grandfather wanted to buy at the end, a Qing Yongzheng famille rose enamel poetic small cup. The shape looked quite refreshing, and the color scheme was also comfortable. It was one of the highlight lots of the evening.

When the eleventh lot was being auctioned, as Picasso's oil painting was carried out by the staff, many wealthy people Su Yehao had seen began to raise their paddles and bid.

Starting at three million, it was quickly called up to more than fourteen million.

To be honest, Su Yehao couldn't see what was painted on the oil painting at all, and he wasn't interested at all.

After all, he was a man who owned Ding ware, Ge ware, and Qi Baishi's "Hundred Shrimps Painting." Su Yehao sat calmly, sending a message to Nong Qingying, asking her to come out for a late-night snack tonight...