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"Aunt Zhou, Old Li's collection includes many unique treasures that could fetch over a hundred million in auction. If Old Li is determined to save his son and puts all his prized possessions up for sale, while it may not reach several billion dollars, ten million is certainly achievable," Yue Hui remarked with a smile.
"That would be quite something. But how could Old Li's son owe so much money?" Zhou Rongli muttered. Even though her own son was quite wealthy now and could easily produce a hundred billion, several billion dollars was still an astronomical figure for her.
"That's hard to say. 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 hasn't done so. This time, he's planning to auction off his collection, which includes several 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 from Hangcheng's elite circles, she was well-informed about many matters.
Jiang Chen listened but didn't pay much attention. To him, antiques were merely products of time; a few thousand years didn't seem long at all. For something to be considered a true antique in Jiang Chen's eyes, it had to be at least ten thousand years old.
Of course, Jiang Chen still held some anticipation that this auction might bring him some surprises. After all, through the 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 were a few items that could catch Jiang Chen's eye.
With over an hour until the auction began, everyone wandered through the exhibition hall. Most attendees were collectors who stood in small groups in front of various exhibits, discussing them animatedly.
Although these exhibits could be considered exquisite pieces, they paled in comparison to what was set to be auctioned off that night.
Jiang Chen and his group lingered before each exhibit. He examined their condition closely; however, most were just ordinary antiques with historical value but little significance in his eyes—some were merely decorative items.
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 uninterested in them.
The venue was bustling with hundreds of attendees. As soon as Zhou Pingyong entered, he had no interest in looking at antiques; instead, he scanned the room for a military bigwig he knew.
After searching for a while without spotting him, he couldn't help but worry. If that military figure suddenly couldn't make it today, he would miss the 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 felt anxious.
"The auction doesn't start for over an hour; there's no rush. Let's wait a bit longer," Zhou Pingyong reassured them while also trying to comfort himself.
About ten minutes later, several men in their thirties or forties entered the room, standing tall in suits.
Just by their demeanor and stride, it was evident they came from military backgrounds. As soon as they walked in, Zhou Pingyong's eyes lit up with excitement.
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