243: Chapter 232: Reconciliation 243: Chapter 232: Reconciliation After hearing this, the other party didn’t speak.
Instead, they increased their bid by two hundred thousand.
The price kept rising higher and higher.
Song Yun didn’t care; the money in his card was just a string of numbers, not to mention that the Mercenary Group abroad would transfer five percent of their earnings to his card every month.
So, even if he went out to squander money day after day, he could continue doing so until his death.
“Now, our friend in Box No.
2 has bid 2.5 million.
Is there a higher bid?
2.5 million once, 2.5 million twice.”
“2.6 million.” The man in Box No.
5 clenched his teeth as he entered the bid, while the woman known as Little Ying looked at him with disdain, saying, “Are you not afraid that your dad will beat you up when you get back after bidding this high?”
“It’s not about the money anymore.
This is about a man’s face,” the man retorted angrily.
“2.7 million,” Song Yun spoke into the microphone.
The people outside cast peculiar glances at Box No.
2, wondering which young master would bid such a high price for a bottle of wine.
“2.8 million.”
“3 million,” Song Yun said with a chuckle.
“Friend in Box No.
5, you just snatched a menu item from me, and now you’re trying to take my wine, isn’t that a bit underhanded?”
“I don’t care if it’s underhanded or not!” The man in Box No.
5 cursed, “3.05 million.
If you’ve got the guts, keep raising the bid.”
“Sorry, gentlemen, this bottle of wine has been withdrawn from the auction; truly sorry about that.
We will have plenty of other collectibles up next, which you’re welcome to bid on,” the auctioneer on stage relayed the message she received through her headset.
She didn’t understand why they would choose to mediate the situation now instead of letting the two men continue their bidding war.
At auctions, there is an unwritten rule that if two people become irate and start to bid irrationally, the auctioneer will call a halt.
At this point, the withdrawal of the lot isn’t really a withdrawal, but more a transfer from public bidding to private negotiation, where both parties will reach an agreement on the ownership of the item.
This practice is intended to prevent people who bid up items to prices far beyond their worth from causing trouble for the auction house out of spite after the fact.
Now that the bottle of wine had been withdrawn, the man in Box No.
5 had thought that the auction house manager would come to negotiate, but after waiting a while, no one did.
Meanwhile, the bottle of wine had already been delivered to Song Yun’s box.
Looking at the bottle of wine, Song Yun smiled and said, “Aren’t you afraid that kid from Box No.
5 will cause you trouble?”
“What’s there to be afraid of?
I don’t believe they’d dare cause any trouble here,” Xu Ying said disdainfully, “As for the price of the wine, just make it reasonable, as long as I don’t lose money on it.”
“Let’s call it 1.3 million; the wine is worth that,” Song Yun suggested before swiping his card to complete the payment and then pouring a glass for everyone.
“This bottle of wine is like drinking liquid gold,” Mao Shan lamented.
“Damn, I really can’t understand why a bottle of wine has to be so expensive.”
“These things are all hyped up by people’s accolades.
Isn’t it the same with our country’s Tibetan Mastiffs?
When they were hyped up, one could sell for several hundred thousand, or even up to a million for a good breed.
But after the government cracked down on this recently, those previously esteemed Tibetan Mastiffs ended up in dog meat shops, and many dog breeders went bankrupt.” After taking a sip of wine, Song Yun added, “It’s the same with this wine; it’s all about the experience.”
Because of Li Shishi’s previous bad behavior when drinking, Song Yun only dared to pour her half a glass, although Li Shishi was beside him, pleading and promising that she wouldn’t go wild if she got drunk.
But Song Yun would sooner believe in ghosts than trust Li Shishi’s broken promises.
Whenever he told Li Shishi something secret, she had a way of inadvertently letting it slip—yes, inadvertently.
Since it wasn’t intentional, one couldn’t fault her character, after all, it wasn’t done with care, but it still felt uncomfortable when others learned your business.
Song Yun had tasted this unpleasantness more times than he could count.
After finishing his glass, Xu Ying chuckled, “I’ll head backstage to get ready for the next bit; you guys take your time.”
Song Yun picked up his wine glass and walked over to the glass window, looking down at the crowd below, remarking, “For a bottle of wine, they can fight tooth and nail, heh.
But when it comes to donating money to charity, they find excuses, claiming to have no money, not realizing that what they spend on meals every day could support many poor students.”
“It’s just how things are,” Li Shishi responded.
“Society has always been like this; the notion of not flaunting one’s wealth has been ingrained in people’s minds for ages.
Who would casually boast about being rich?”
“Sigh, the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.
The poor occupy too few resources.
The saying goes, ‘wealth does not pass three generations,’ but how often does that happen in reality?
The first thing a poor person thinks about when they wake up each day is how to survive, while for the wealthy, it’s how to live.
The terms may seem similar, but they bear deeper reflection.”
“Survival is a form, living is an attitude.
The form of survival is simply to be born and to stay alive; people only become conscious of survival in hardship, danger, or adversity, regardless of whether they are wealthy or poor, happy or in pain.
Living, on the other hand, is an attitude, a reflection of the value of being alive, and this is where you see the difference between the poor and the rich,” Song Yun sighed.
“It’s like doing business; earning ten thousand from one thousand is hard, but making ten million from one million is much easier,” Li Shishi funnily belched.
“There’s no point in discussing this here; you can’t save everyone.
Besides, some people live for the moment, content with just having enough to eat and wear.”
Everyone had their own views on the subject and stuck to their guns as they discussed it.
In less than half an hour, the 1.3 million-worth bottle of wine was finished, prompting a wry smile from Song Yun.
“Shishi, Shishi, don’t get drunk; there’s still the auction to attend,” Qingluan said, shaking Li Shishi.
“I’m…
I’m gonna take a nap.
Just wake me when there’s something that suits me,” Li Shishi mumbled, her mouth slightly open.
“Let her sleep; she can’t hold her liquor and still insists on drinking,” Song Yun smiled.
“Let’s continue watching the auction.”