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He released his grip, his gaze lingering on my face for a few seconds. "Are you nervous?"
"I..."
" manager Lu," Zhang Ming suddenly appeared from nowhere, a flattering smile plastered on his face. "President Wang is waiting for you over there."
Lu Chen nodded, glancing back at me before leaving. "Relax, no one here will eat you."
I watched his retreating figure, feeling my cheeks flush. Lin Yue walked over, her tone suggestive. "It seems manager Lu is quite special to you."
"Don't joke around," I whispered. "He just happened to pass by..."
"In Hengsheng, nothing is 'just happened,'" Lin Yue took a sip of champagne. "Especially not Lu Chen's actions."
I was about to ask more when the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed. A spotlight illuminated the stage as the host began to introduce the main event of the evening—the charity auction.
"It's starting," Lin Yue said softly. "Watch closely; this is the real battlefield."
I noticed Lu Chen sitting in the center of the front row, his long fingers lightly tapping on the armrest as if deep in thought. Zhang Ming sat diagonally behind him, occasionally glancing in Lu Chen's direction.
Halfway through the auction, a Qing Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain Vase sparked intense bidding. When the price reached five million, Lu Chen suddenly raised his paddle. "Ten million."
The crowd gasped.
I noticed Zhang Ming's expression darken as he quickly typed something on his phone. Just then, my phone vibrated with a message from an unknown number: "Find a way to make manager Lu withdraw from the bidding; you'll be generously rewarded afterward. —Zhang"
I looked up in shock and met Zhang Ming's meaningful gaze. He raised his glass toward me, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yue noticed my unease.
I handed her my phone. After reading it, she scoffed softly. "Just as I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"That Qinghua Porcelain Vase is a counterfeit," Lin Yue whispered. "Zhang Ming wants to use this to embarrass Lu Chen in front of everyone. It seems he can't wait to climb up the ranks."
My heart raced. "Should we tell manager Lu...?"
"No need," Lin Yue replied with a mysterious smile. "Do you think Lu Chen wouldn't know?"
Sure enough, just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, Lu Chen suddenly stood up. "Wait a moment."
The room fell silent.
"I just received an appraisal report," he held up his phone. "This Qinghua Porcelain Vase is a counterfeit. I suggest we halt the auction immediately to avoid damaging the organizer's reputation."
The scene erupted in chaos. I noticed Zhang Ming's face turn pale in an instant, and he nearly dropped the wine glass from his hand.
As Lu Chen turned, his gaze swept through the crowd and locked onto mine with precision. He nodded slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
In that moment, I suddenly understood Lin Yue's words—nothing in Hengsheng is ever "just right." Lu Chen had known everything all along; he was merely waiting for the perfect moment to reel everything in.
And I, it seemed, had unwittingly become a pawn in this game of power.
After the banquet concluded, I stood at the hotel entrance waiting for a car. The night breeze lifted my skirt, bringing a hint of chill. Familiar footsteps approached from behind, and I turned to see Lu Chen standing on the steps.
"What did you learn tonight?" he asked.
I pondered for a moment before replying, "In Hengsheng, the truth often lies beneath the surface."
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