"I'm so pissed!"
Taking the elevator back to the surface, Berkeley cursed Jiang Chen for being a busybody, and cursed Emma for making a fool of him. He vaguely remembered how the people around him had looked at him when he had left the venue with his tail between his legs.
He had never been so vexed before!
A Porsche was parked on the side of the road. When the driver saw his young master coming, he immediately got out and opened the door for him.
Compared to the first few days of opening, there were a lot more vehicles on the road in Penglai. Some rich people's cruises had their own garages, and wherever the ship went, the car could be driven there. Berkeley obviously belonged to this category. When he came to Penglai, he sailed directly from the private port in California.
Berkeley sat in the car with a gloomy expression.
"Drive back to the hotel."
"Yes."
Seeing that the young master was in a bad mood, the driver could easily guess that he must have encountered something unpleasant at the banquet. As a professional lackey, this was a good opportunity to share the young master's burden! Halfway through the drive, the driver estimated that Berkeley's mood was a little better, so he asked tentatively.
"Master Berkeley, who is so daring to make you unhappy?"
"Jiang Chen," Berkeley said emotionlessly.
The driver suddenly shuddered.
[Fu * k, there's no solution!]
However, soon, Berkeley added another sentence.
"And Emma."
After explaining the cause and effect to the driver named Tate, Berkeley leaned back in his seat and stopped talking. Thanks to Emma, he still had to think about how to explain it to his father. After all, his father valued his reputation more than anything else.
Even in the end, he wasn't wrong at all. It was his own consciousness.
With Jiang Chen's protection, no one could touch Emma. However, this didn't pose a problem for Tate. Before he drove for this rich young master, he was a Hollywood paparazzi. In order to get that salary, what kind of underhanded methods had he not seen?
His eyes turned, Tate held the steering wheel, lowered his voice, and tilted his head.
"Young master, I have a trick."
"Speak," Berkeley said impatiently.
"Since this bitch is relying on the umbrella above her head to do whatever she wants, then let's remove this golden umbrella of hers first before touching her people. Just … "Tate lowered his body and whispered a few words next to Berkeley.
After listening, Berkeley's eyes became brighter and brighter. He suddenly laughed and slapped his thigh.
"Haha, Tate." Berkeley put his arm around Tate's shoulder and laughed. "You're so bad!"
In an instant, his bad mood was swept clean from his mind.
Just you wait! I will make you pay the price!
Berkeley licked the corner of his mouth. He had already begun to plan in his heart how to torture the arrogant girl when he got his hands on her.
…
The waiters removed the dazzling array of cooked dishes and replaced them with exquisite and delicious desserts. The sweet but not greasy ice cream stimulated Jiang Chen's taste buds. Even if he didn't like sweets very much, he couldn't help but fall in love with this unknown ice cream.
Jiang Chen secretly made up his mind. After the party was over, he must go to the kitchen to get the recipe of this ice cream and let Ayesha learn how to make it for him.
After the desserts were served, the guests were almost done, and the party also entered the final and most critical part – the charity auction.
The items auctioned at the auction were all donated by people from all walks of life. For example, Jiang Chen donated a pen he used before, priced at 100,000 US dollars. Compared to Julian Schnabel's "Pearl on the Pacific", a pen was undoubtedly shabby. However, the important thing in this auction was not what was sold, but how much money was donated.
Because it was a charity auction, most of the people sitting here were successful people with status. After winning the item, the organizer would announce the name of the winner to satisfy the vanity of these donors.
Under the guidance of the waiters, Jiang Chen and Xia Shiyu came to the venue next door and sat in the corner of the venue.
The guests had already taken their seats, and the messenger standing at the door gently closed the door.
Seeing that it was almost time, the host of the party, Mr. Galloway, walked on the stage, held the microphone, coughed slightly, and then looked at the guests with a smile.
"I'm very happy and grateful to see you here today. We are gathered here for the same purpose, for those who need help …"
The opening remarks were not the slightest highlight. For Jiang Chen, an atheist without compassion, the content of what Galloway said did not arouse his interest. Compared to charity, he was more concerned about what interesting things he could get from this auction.
Jiang Chen was not disappointed. When Mr. Galloway said the closing remarks, a beautiful woman in a UNICEF uniform next to him came forward. In the red brocade wooden box in her hand, there was an antique looking teacup.
"The teacup used by Queen Victoria. It has a history of two hundred years. The donor is Duke Edward from London. The starting price is 5 million US Dollars!"
There was applause in the venue. People sent their respect to the generous Duke and then raised the bidding cards in their hands.
In the end, the teacup once used by the queen was sold for a sky-high price of 17 million US Dollars.
The second item was also an antique. There was nothing much to say.
When it came to the third item, Jiang Chen suddenly became excited.
Because the item that was about to be auctioned was the pen he used. The starting price was 100,000 US Dollars!
To be honest, he was quite looking forward to the price of this pen. However, the reality was very cruel. The auction was silent for two seconds, and no one bid. Seeing that his pen was about to be sold, Jiang Chen's expression suddenly became awkward.
[What the fu * k, this is a bit over the top!]
Looking at Jiang Chen's embarrassed look, Xia Shiyu pursed her lips and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
She took the card, wrote a string of zeros on it, and was about to bid for the pen for him.
But at that moment, the other side of the venue raised the card. The host suddenly looked over there and exclaimed.
"One million US Dollars! Ten times the price! The winner is Carmen Rothschild! Let's give our applause to this generous gentleman, to this generous family … "
The applause continued, but Jiang Chen felt a little embarrassed.
He then noticed that Carmen, who was sitting there, was smiling at him and raising his glass.
[Well, at least someone knows what's good.]
The fourth item was the finale of "Pearls of the Pacific", which caused a small wave of excitement at the auction. The starting price was 5 million US Dollars, and each bid increase must be no less than 100,000 US Dollars. However, as soon as the painting was put up, a certain rich man directly doubled the price. 10 million US Dollars!
Unfortunately, his competitor was Jiang Chen.
After some competition, when the hammer hit for the third time, the painting was finally sold for a high price of 110 million US Dollars. It was bought by Jiang Chen. A painting sold for 110 million US Dollars. Even though there were many rich people in the audience, it was inevitable that they would be shocked by the horrifying price.
A lot of celebrities cast naked looks at Jiang Chen, and at the same time, they cast naked jealousy at Xia Shiyu, who was sitting next to him. They wished they were the ones sitting there.
The fifth item appeared and immediately attracted Jiang Chen's attention.
It was an inconspicuous notebook.
To be precise, it was a codebook.
And the origin of this codebook was a bit special …
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