C7 (2/2)

But the worst part was that the skirt was cut high on both sides, almost to the base of her thighs. With every step he took, Qiao Anxiao felt that the scenery under his skirt was about to be seen.

Was this really the style she liked? The bright red dress was still so exposed, the heels so high she doubted life.

She followed him obediently, afraid that she would make a mistake. Before she entered the auction house, she would check everyone out and hand over the communication device to someone else.

She watched as he handed a round plate to the staff member. After checking it, the staff member handed it back to him. She politely smiled and said, ”Please, Mister Fu.”

After entering the meeting room, Fu Siming sat down with Johann. Not long after, the auction started.

As the auctioneer entered the stage, the audience suddenly burst into an uproar of sighs. This auction was indeed one of the most famous jewelry designers in France. Even the auctioneers were top-notch in their field.

”Welcome to today's auction. I won't say much. Today's auction item is a classic piece designed by Ms. Yvonne in 1976, Eternity. The details are written in the booklets at hand. In addition, Ms. Yvonne says she will donate all of the proceeds from today's auction to charity. I hope you will have a pleasant evening. ”

The auctioneer turned around and said, ”The auction begins. The starting bid is one million.”

”2 million!”

He raised the bid to two million in an instant, but no one withdrew from the bidding for the time being. In the end, the bid rose to five million.

Qiao Anxian looked at the necklace placed on the stage and really couldn't see anything special about it. He could only say that the world of the rich was really hard for people to understand.

Such extravagance, to be able to squander several million without even blinking an eye. How expensive must a several million dollar necklace be!

Fosmin noticed Joanna's absent-mindedness and could not help but mock her. Did you think I would bid and give it to you? ”

When Qiao Anyan heard this, he shook his head and said, ”You must not! ”Even if you dare to gift it to me, you wouldn't dare to take it!”

Fu Siming slightly narrowed his eyes. He was extremely displeased with Qiao Yifan's performance. He pressed the bell beside his seat and leisurely said, ”8 million.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes focused on Fu Siming and Qiao Anyan. From five to eight million, that was almost double the amount!

Qiao Anzhi was so scared that he almost fainted. He could not say a single word.

She saw the people around her cast envious glances at her. Some whispered, ”This Madam Fu is so lucky. Mister Fu is willing to spend so much money just to please her.”

”Eight million, is there a higher price?” The auctioneer's gaze swept across the bidders below the stage. No one continued to bid.

Just as he was about to announce the price, someone suddenly called out, ”Ten million.”