240: Chapter 229 If Looks Could Kill 240: Chapter 229 If Looks Could Kill Those women all headed towards the jewelry section together.
It seemed that no matter the type of woman, their immunity to jewelry was not high.
Song Yun laughed and said, “Let them browse theirs; we’ll browse ours.”
So, Song Yun and Mao Shan started to aimlessly look around.
The cheongsam-clad beauties in the room didn’t deliberately come up to you to recommend items but would explain the history of an item if you showed interest in it.
After speaking, they would retreat.
Song Yun spotted a Fengshui Plate, used for geomancy and locating grave sites, inside a glass cabinet.
He pointed at it and asked the nearby cheongsam beauty, “How much for that item?”
“That would be four million,” the cheongsam beauty responded with a smile.
“Four million?” Song Yun almost bit his tongue.
His mother’s!
Four million for such a shattered item?
Are you kidding me?
Is this an auction house or a bandit’s den?
“This Fengshui Plate has quite the reputation; it was once used by the Thief Saint, Wen Tao, during his excavation of Tang Taizong’s—Li Shimin’s—tomb.
Therefore, the price is a bit higher.”
“Wen Tao?” Isn’t that character from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms era?
It’s been about a thousand years since then.
How do they know this was used by Wen Tao?
As if discerning Song Yun’s doubts, the cheongsam beauty explained, “Originally, this item belonged to the chief tomb raider of the Northern faction.
However, due to severe crackdowns and continuous sieges, it was stolen by a petty thief.
After changing hands and being resold multiple times, it ended up in Panlong Auction House.
We absolutely wouldn’t deceive you concerning its authenticity.”
“If that’s the case, it’s not too expensive.” Song Yun, stroking his chin, said, “Can I get a discount?
I’m buying this as a gift for a friend who is in this line of work.”
“May I ask what level your VIP card is?” the cheongsam beauty inquired.
“The Crystal Card.” Mao Shan pulled out the card and handed it to her.
“With the Crystal Card, you enjoy a 20% discount, and if you purchase, we will also gift you 500 card points,” the cheongsam beauty explained with a smile.
“Alright then, although the owner of this item wasn’t exactly a saint, I still fancy this artifact,” Song Yun said as he handed her a card.
“The password is six zeros.”
The cheongsam beauty quickly processed the transaction and put the item in a brocade box which she handed to Song Yun with a smile, “Our auction house is currently running a promotion.
If you purchase a second item, you can enjoy a 30% discount.
Would you like to look around some more?”
“I’ll wander around a bit more,” Song Yun said as he began to walk off with the box.
Just then, he noticed all the women had selected their items and were waiting for him to pay.
He wryly shook his head and swiped his card for an additional two million plus.
The items the women held weren’t particularly large—some were necklaces, others bracelets or ankle bracelets—but each had significantly large gemstones, almost occupying half of the object.
Money is just something to be spent, especially on women.
If this extravagance happened to cheer them up and he ended up receiving some benefits himself, then it certainly wasn’t money wasted.
After finishing their shopping, Mao Shan checked the time and felt it was about to start.
He turned to Song Yun and said, “Brother Yun, the auction is probably about to start.
Shall we head down?”
“Sure,” Song Yun replied with a smile, “Let’s see if there are any good items.”
The group returned to the first floor auction hall.
Instead of taking them to the regular seats in the hall, Mao Shan opted for the upper-tier private suites.
After climbing a staircase, two cheongsam beauties smilingly asked Mao Shan, “Do you have your card, sir?”
“Yes.”
Once the cheongsam beauties verified his card, one of them smiled and said, “Your exclusive suite is number two.
Do you need us to escort you there?”
“No need, I remember the way.” Mao Shan smiled, took his card back, and led the group to suite number two.
Upon entering, Song Yun discovered the suite was truly luxurious, decorated in an ancient and elegant style.
At the entrance stood a beautiful woman in a flowing traditional robe, wearing only a single hairpin with no other ornaments—her plain beauty radiating a gentle and respectful aura.
After bowing to them, she knelt and took off Song Yun’s shoes to replace them with a pair of soft indoor slippers.
Song Yun was initially taken aback, but soon he gazed deliberately at the beautifully dressed woman kneeling before him.
Since the attire was quite loose, the neckline was half-open, allowing a peak at the woman’s ample cleavage, which was not covered by anything and suggestively visible.
Unlike Mao Shan and the women, who wouldn’t behave like this—Mao Shan because any lapse in conduct would lead his family to nag him about marriage upon returning home, and the women who merely looked at Song Yun with disdain, as if he were a lecherous fool.
Damn, am I being despised just like that?
Song Yun thought to himself and then, walking on the cushy carpet toward the sofa, sat down to enjoy the beautiful woman massaging his shoulders.
He took the opportunity to carefully observe the room: it featured a bookshelf filled with books and next to it were several pots of vivid flowers nestled in dark green coconut shells mixed with yellow petals, filling the entire room with a rich floral scent.
In front of the sofa was a table laden with various kinds of food and drinks.
In front of the table was a bidding device.
If you wanted to bid on an item below, you could simply touch your finger to it to raise the bid.
Song Yun wondered how this beautifully dressed woman seemed so attached to him, tirelessly massaging his shoulders and legs.
Damn it, beautiful woman, don’t you see the killing looks from the three women beside me?
And isn’t there another man next to them?
If you really must, why not tend to him for a while?
At that moment, the door to the suite was pushed open, and a man in his thirties entered, smiling at Mao Shan, “You sneaky guy, you came without even notifying me.
If it weren’t for my staff telling me you were coming to support us today, I would have missed you.”
“You’re hosting an auction here; I didn’t want to disturb you,” Mao Shan said with a smile.
“Brother Yun, this is a cousin from my uncle’s side.
He’s the chief of this auction house.”
Xu Ying was not shy and after shaking hands with Song Yun, called for a bottle of wine.
The three men squeezed onto a sofa, drinking and chatting.
“Brother Ying, what treasures do you have here today?
Outside they kept singing praises of the amazing items you were going to auction today.
If there’s nothing truly special, I must say, I’d be disappointed,” Mao Shan asked curiously, previously unsuccessful in obtaining an auction list from him.