kingnovel Chapter 1311 Sensing Something Bad Was About to Happen
Chapter 1311 Sensing Something Bad Was About to Happen
Mitsui Ryuichi felt his heart pounding violently, as if something was happening. He frowned and said to his assistant.
"Give me two pills."
The assistant quickly took out the medicine from his bag and handed it to Mitsui Ryuichi, then unscrewed the lid of the thermos and handed it to him.
Ryuichi Mitsui took two pills and felt a little better. He closed his eyes wearily. He was only fifty years old, yet his health was so weak. Back when he served in the Kwantung Army, he was young and full of energy.
It was already dark, and the drizzle continued to fall. Pedestrians wearing trench coats, top hats, and carrying umbrellas walked along the street, all glancing up enviously. Mitsui Ryuichi closed his eyes wearily and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, his assistant gently nudged him.
"President, President, we've arrived."
Mitsui Ryuichi gave an "oh," rubbed his face, and then spoke to his assistant.
"Take the pipa, let's get off the carriage."
The auctioneer sat in the conference room, a slight frown on his face. The Duke's butler had just called, asking if he could wait a few minutes during the transaction; he was on his way, no problem.
A servant came in and bowed.
"Mitsui Ryuichi and the others have arrived."
The auctioneer nodded and quickly went to the door to greet him, as was polite.
When Mitsui Ryuichi and his group arrived at the door, they saw a young woman in a beige suit. They knew this was the Sotheby's little princess their son had mentioned.
"Hello, I am Ryuichi Mitsui of the Mitsui Group."
"Welcome, Mr. Mitsui. I am Nicole Kidman Sotheby's. Please come in."
In this setting, Mitsui Ryuichi walked in front, followed by four high-ranking monks, and then his assistant, who was carrying a box that looked quite heavy.
After sitting down in the reception room, Shohei Onishi spoke impatiently.
"Madam, please take out the gold seal so we can examine it."
The auctioneer crossed his legs, looked down at his fingernails, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Mitsui, what about what you promised others?"
Ryuichi Mitsui could not have been an indecisive person, given that he was able to expand his family business. He waved his hand, and his assistant presented the box with both hands.
The auctioneer clapped his hands, and two middle-aged men walked in from outside. One of them was carrying a sandalwood box, while the other was empty-handed. They walked up to the auctioneer, bowed, and said...
"Miss."
The auctioneer pointed to the box on the table with his fingernails, which were painted with cardamom.
"Check it to see if it's the mother-of-pearl inlaid rosewood five-stringed pipa,"
Several high-ranking monks' eyes lit up when they saw the sandalwood box, and the head monk Hojo Tsukasa trembled as he murmured something.
"This is the box, the one that held the gold seal."
The middle-aged man opened the box on the table, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and carefully examined the only five-stringed zither from the Tang Dynasty. After looking at it for about ten minutes, he nodded to the auctioneer.
The auctioneer tilted his head, and the middle-aged man holding the sandalwood box placed it in front of Mitsui Ryuichi. Before Mitsui Ryuichi could react, Hojo Tsukasa had already rushed over.
His hands trembled as he carefully opened the box and took out the gold seal. This gold seal of the King of Han-Wonu was made of gold with a snake-shaped knob, square in shape, and the front was engraved with three lines of the five characters "King of Han-Wonu" in seal script. However, in the Han Dynasty, the character "Wo" was a variant of "Wei".
With tears streaming down his face, Hojo Tsukasa clutched the golden seal tightly to his chest, clasped his hands together, and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.
Mitsui Ryuichi finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed to the auctioneer.
“Miss Sotheby’s, I know that auction houses have their rules, but we would like to know who entrusted this gold seal to your company. As long as you tell us the truth, you can name your price.”
The auctioneer's expression gradually turned serious, and she stood up to look at Mitsui Ryuichi.
"President Mitsui, how much do you think Sotheby's reputation is worth? And how much money do you have to offer? You must be joking."
Ryuichi Mitsui sighed deeply, realizing he had been presumptuous, and quickly bowed deeply.
"I apologize, Miss Sotheby's. It was my rudeness. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave."
He was efficient and didn't ask where Da Bao was. He already knew Da Bao's identity anyway, and frankly, he didn't believe Da Bao had sent someone to steal the golden seal.
Charlotte Qin's actions have now spread throughout Europe. What is a gold seal worth? How could a super-rich man like him do such a thing?
Furthermore, knowing that Charlotte Qin is Chinese, it is reasonable for him to raise the price in that situation. After all, Mitsui Ryuichi had lived in China for nearly seven years and knew the cohesion and patriotism of the Chinese people. It would be strange if he didn't bid for something like this.
So when Mitsui Ryuichi was about to leave, Onishi Shohei and the others, having already obtained the golden seal, did not want to cause any further trouble, so they silently followed behind Mitsui Ryuichi.
Suddenly a clear voice came from the doorway.
"Mitsui Ryuichi, don't rush off, we still have some scores to settle."
Mitsui Ryuichi was taken aback. He stopped and looked towards the door.
Da Bao, dressed in a white suit and white leather shoes, walked in with a smile. When he saw the auctioneer, Nicole Kidman, he smiled and took out an exquisite box from his pocket.
"Miss Nicole, this is the latest necklace from Graf Jewelry. I hope you like it."
Today, Nicole Kidman Sotheby's has thoroughly investigated Charlotte Qin, and of course, what she found out is exactly what Da Bao has made public.
To her slight disappointment, this Charlotte Qin, despite his young age, was already married. His wife was none other than the daughter of Princess Sophia of France. Although Sotheby's auction house was incredibly wealthy, in terms of social standing, it was far inferior to that of the French princess.
The auctioneer took the necklace, opened it, and saw that she, too, frequently bought jewelry from Graff Jewelry and knew that the necklace was worth £80,000. She happily thanked Da Bao.
Da Bao has always respected monks, regardless of nationality, because judging from the expressions on their faces, they are all truly practicing asceticism.
Greetings, masters!
Onishi Shōhei and the others were very satisfied with Daitō's attitude and quickly returned the greeting with their hands clasped together.
Ryuichi Mitsui stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.