The Young Matriarch

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: What Demands Did He Make?

On the way home, Bai Shang took out a card from his suit pocket and handed it to Bai Ze, “Big brother, there’s two million in this card, the password is the last six digits of the card number. If Weiwei sees anything she likes at the auction tomorrow night, use this money to buy it for her.”

Bai Shang ran a business and was much wealthier than Bai Ze, who practiced martial arts in the mountains.

But right now, he couldn’t take out too much money, after all, he had decided to invest all of his company’s resources to deal with the Tong Family enterprise; he needed to get his share in this battle and couldn’t be too generous or else he would have trouble turning around his capital when the time came.

Bai Ze took the card and nodded.

That night, the early summer breeze still carried a hint of coolness.

Bai Chuwei, accompanied by Bai Ze, took Qi Mo’s private car to the auction venue.

Bai Ze’s heart grew more puzzled; how did his cousin Bai Chuwei come to know Qi Mo, the head of one of the eight great families?

And it seemed that Qi Mo was very respectful towards Bai Chuwei.

As expected, Qi Mo had booked a luxurious private room on the second floor, with a grand balcony that offered a clear view of the central stage in the first-floor hall, adorned with beaded curtains that obscure the VIPs within the private room from view.

Qi Mo said with a gentle smile, “Elder Ancestor, if you see anything you like later, just let me know.”

Bai Chuwei, cracking sunflower seeds, glanced at him sidelong with disdain, “Wasteful prodigal.”

Qi Mo: “…”

Ever since the last time he was bewitched by a female anchor and tipped over a million RMB, the Elder Ancestor thought he was wasteful.

In a nearby private room,

Tong Yunrou gazed at Duan Xiuqi, who was preoccupied, and then looked at Tong Qingyan with a hint of relief.

If her niece Tong Qingyan hadn’t come today, Duan Xiuqi might not have attended the auction with the two of them.

Tong Qingyan said with a smile, “Aunt, Uncle, this is my first time coming to an auction for fun.”

Duan Xiuqi played with a rose bracelet on his wrist, not even looking up, “I’m not your uncle.”

“It won’t be long before you are,” Tong Qingyan said a little awkwardly, “I think I saw Fourth Master just now.”

Finally, Duan Xiuqi showed a bit of interest, “Duan Feihan never attends an event without a reason; he must want something from the auction. Is he in private room number nine?”

The auction finally began; the first few items were ordinary things.

Bai Chuwei, with her legs propped up, doodled on the paper with a pen out of sheer boredom, making Bai Ze’s eyes widen as he watched.

After sketching four or five papers, Bai Chuwei didn’t even seem to need a breath. If her Master were here, he would’ve already been kneeling and crying out for guidance from his superior.

“The next lot is a Snow Lotus from the highland snowy peaks, with a starting price of 660,000.”

Bai Chuwei immediately put down the pen and decisively pressed the buzzer.

Every press of the buzzer increased the price by 50,000.

Private room number nine also followed suit.

In just four or five minutes, the price of the Snow Lotus soared to 2.3 million.

Bai Chuwei was now slightly annoyed; the Snow Lotus’s market price was at most 2 million, and it was not worth it to keep raising the bid. Although she had plenty of money, she did not want to be the sucker.

But the thought of giving up the Spiritual Medicine that seemed to be within reach was something she couldn’t do.

The Elder Ancestor would never allow herself to be wronged.

Qi Mo and Bai Ze watched as Bai Chuwei’s expression turned from sunny to stormy. Qi Mo waved over a server and whispered, “Go check who’s in private room number nine.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

With displeasure, Bai Chuwei said, “Tell him I can agree to a small request of his, otherwise, I can make sure he finds out what it’s like to walk outside with knives raining from the sky.”

The server, tipped and jubilant, immediately went to check on the occupant of private room nine. Five minutes later, the server ran back, his face pale and trembling, “The guest from private room number nine asked if any request can be accommodated?”

Bai Chuwei was taken aback and her expression grew even uglier, “What did he ask for? Does he want to reach the sky?”