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“Aunt Zhou, Old Li's collection includes many unique pieces that could fetch over a hundred million in auction. If Old Li is determined to save his son and puts all his treasures up for sale, while it may not reach several billion dollars, he could still manage to gather ten billion,” Yue Hui said with a smile.
“That would be quite something. But how could Old Li's son owe so much money?” Zhou Rongli murmured. Even though her own son was wealthy now and could easily take out a hundred billion, several billion dollars was still an astronomical figure for Zhou Rongli.
“That remains unknown. However, I heard that the Huaxia government has sent representatives to this auction. Many collectors have donated their rare antiques to the national museum, but Old Li has not. This time, he plans to auction off his collection, and among them are a few treasures of Huaxia. The government is concerned about these treasures falling into foreign hands, so they intend to participate in the auction to secure those items,” Yue Hui explained. Being part of Hangcheng's elite, she was well-informed about many matters.
Jiang Chen listened but did not pay much attention. To him, antiques were merely remnants of time; several thousand years was not long at all. For something to be considered a true antique in Jiang Chen's eyes, it would need to be at least ten thousand years old.
Of course, Jiang Chen was somewhat hopeful that this auction might bring him some surprises. After all, through his experiences over the past few years, he had discovered that there were indeed some remarkable treasures on Earth.
Li Huan Guo, as one of the first collectors in the country, had amassed enough treasures to fill a museum. Perhaps there would be a few items that could catch Jiang Chen's eye.
The auction was still over an hour away from starting, so everyone began to explore the exhibition hall. Most attendees were collectors who stood in small groups in front of various exhibits, discussing them enthusiastically.
While these exhibits were certainly exquisite, they paled in comparison to what would be auctioned off that evening.
Jiang Chen and his companions lingered before each exhibit. He examined their condition closely; however, most were just ordinary antiques with historical value but little significance in Jiang Chen's eyes. Some held only decorative value.
Zhou Pingyong, Zhou Pingming, Zhou Pingnan, and others also arrived. They greeted the elderly lady before keeping their distance from Zhou Rongli's family.
They were unwilling to engage with Jiang Chen, who was equally disinterested in them.
The venue was bustling with hundreds of attendees. Upon entering, Zhou Pingyong had no interest in the antiques; instead, he scanned the room for a military bigwig he recognized.
After searching for a while without success, he couldn't help but worry. If the military figure suddenly couldn't make it today, he would miss his chance to undermine Zhou Rongli's family.
“Brother, has that military bigwig arrived yet?” Zhou Pingming and Zhou Pingnan were now relying heavily on their elder brother and were understandably anxious.
“The auction starts in over an hour; there's no rush. Let’s wait a bit longer,” Zhou Pingyong reassured them, trying to comfort himself as well.
About ten minutes later, several men in their thirties or forties entered the hall, standing tall and dressed in suits.
Just by their demeanor and stride, it was clear they came from a military background. As soon as they entered, Zhou Pingyong's eyes lit up with excitement.
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