That being said, Zhao An could immediately tell Fang Shuiling was still a virgin. Despite her somewhat flirtatious behavior, she was actually a genuine virgin! This was a bit outrageous, having fooled everyone. While a virgin's status could be easily discerned from appearance alone, it was also possible to tell without a trace.

Whether or not she was a virgin had nothing to do with Zhao An. The Fang family and he were currently enemies, and even if she was a beautiful woman, he wouldn't be a sycophant.

"Forget it, let's not talk about her anymore. Let's eat, and then go gamble on stones." Zhao An wasn't focused on the Fang family's eldest daughter. He didn't have any particular desire for women at the moment.

The second item up for auction was a piece of porcelain, sold for 500,000 yuan. This price was over ten or twenty years' income for an average person, but for a wealthy individual, it was barely the price of a meal.

The third item up for auction was an ironware artifact, an ancient iron pestle, utterly decayed. One could only vaguely tell from the exterior that it was perhaps an old item.

And even knowing it was hundreds of years old, such an unremarkable item would be hard to bring to the table.

It's simply unsightly and yields no profit, that's all. It doesn't really matter whether you like it or not. It's like keeping a mistress: if you like it, keep it; if you don't, don't maintain it. It's a simple matter.

"A longsword from the Northern Song Dynasty. As we all know, even iron can't resist the corrosion of time. We brought this longsword back from Northern Song Dynasty ruins. It looks like it belonged to a general. Anyone interested can bid on it. There's no price limit," the auctioneer said calmly.

To be fair, this item is at least two hundred years old, if not hundreds. Furthermore, it's an antique, but the commercial value of such items is shockingly low.

At least paper, ink, brush, and inkstone can be given to the older generation, bringing a touch of scholarly spirit to their gifts. An inkstone, at least, sounds nice and is still usable. What could one possibly do with this junky weapon? Honestly, even if you paid for it, it'd be in the way.

For a moment, the scene was a bit quiet. Zhao An stared at the rusty longsword, gleaming with a faint light. The aura within it was identical to the one he'd seen in the museum.

"Two hundred thousand." Zhao An, not intending to be taken advantage of, simply called out a rather ordinary price.

This price was significantly lower than previous auction items, almost ridiculously low. But it was already quite good. We were thankful it even sold. It was a joke!

When they saw someone bid, everyone turned their heads to look over. They only saw Zhao An, wearing a baseball cap and with his head bowed, making him completely invisible.

Qian Haoming, standing nearby, was well-known. After all, the Qian family was a major player in the coal industry. They'd made their fortunes as coal barons. They didn't have much else to offer, but they had a lot of money!

Fang Shuiling, who had been playing with her phone, glanced over at Zhao An. "Who's that Qian Haoming with?"

"I don't know. He must be a friend. He's a bit pretentious, wearing a hat so late at night. Could he be a cuckold? Haha!" A heavily made-up woman scoffed. In the eyes of these young ladies, unless someone was more powerful than them, they were just laughable.

"Qian Haoming isn't stupid," Fang Shuiling said simply. She knew the history of family feuds. At least the Fang family couldn't control the overall situation, and their relationships with many families with whom they had business conflicts were not very good.

If someone made a bid, someone would naturally follow. While I didn't know what the point was, shouting a few times with all my might was enough to satisfy me.

Even if the other party didn't follow, a few hundred thousand wouldn't be a big deal for anyone present; they could just listen for fun.

"Three million." Zhao An continued to bid, then raised his sign and called out the price again, so he knew who had made the bid.

"Three million, one hundred and ten thousand." A coal boss continued to raise the price without even turning his head.

"Four million!" Zhao An raised the price again.

"Four million!" the coal boss continued to raise the price, as if deliberately trying to tease him.

Zhao An's expression was slightly displeased, and he stared coldly at the fat, greasy-eared guy in front of him. "Five million."

"Five million!" The coal boss's head shrank, as if he sensed a chill, perhaps the air conditioning was too cold.

A faint smile played at the corner of Zhao An's mouth, and he stopped raising the price.

"Young Master An, I'll take care of him," Qian Haoming, standing beside him, immediately offered his courtesy.

"No need. If he wants it, he can take it. Let's go and gamble on the stones." Zhao An sneered, put down his sign, and left.

"Oh, you don't have to be so rude even if you can't afford to lose. It's only five million, who can't afford that?" the coal boss turned around and sneered. He was a lackey of the Fang family and had never been fond of the Qian family. They all came from the coal mining industry, so there was no need to mock each other.

"Tan Chong, don't go too far!" Qian Haoming clearly knew this guy; he was the one challenging them. He was also the cannon fodder sent out by the Fang family.

Tan Chong knew he was just cannon fodder, but fortune is achieved through risk. As long as he could maintain his position as cannon fodder, the subsequent wealth would flow in, something many people dreamed of.

To climb the ladder, besides perseverance, you also need opportunity. It's not something anyone can climb.

"Haha, I'm just being too much. Not convinced? Come and bite me!" Tan Chong laughed heartily, his expression brimming with pride. Since he'd already offended them, he might as well offend them even harder!

"You!" Qian Haoming was also extremely angry. This was clearly a lack of respect!

Zhao An stopped him, sneering, "Let's go. Actually, that thing isn't even worth five thousand. I was just checking to see if there were any idiots who'd fall for it. I didn't expect one to actually do it. By the way, if you have the time, why not go back and check if your son is yours, you cuckolded slave?"

"What did you say?" Tan Chong was furious. He hit someone in the face, what was the point?

Zhao An ignored him, grinning cheerfully as he left. Things he set his sights on would never be taken away from him. Since they were fighting for it, he'd take it first. I'll take it back later, idiot!

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