My Perfect Female CEO

Nagano Yoko, Charles, Hose, and Ying Zi were inside a private box.

"My people tried to infiltrate the auction house, but unfortunately, they failed miserably, and suffered heavy losses," Nagano Yoko lamented. "Looking at this monitoring system and security akin to a fortress, I deeply regret it; no wonder we failed. Just the security at the periphery is enough to catch one off guard, let alone the vigilance inside the auction house. Even if we have some understanding of the auction house’s atmosphere, it’s merely some superficial knowledge—the hidden or inconspicuous parts are far more perilous."

Nagano Yoko, who once prided herself on knowing the ins and outs of auction houses, now found her previous notions shattered.

After entering the auction house, she discovered many extraordinary aspects, making her awestruck.

Seeing some delicate, hidden surveillance gadgets pop into view, Nagano Yoko became a bit unsettled.

"Such thorough preparation is infuriating; it’s just a second-rate auction house, but the security is as if it’s a major event; it’s laughable," Ying Zi grumbled enviously.

Her comment was naturally rooted in resentment due to Namie’s sacrifice having a direct link with the auction house.

Namie and her crew composed half of Nagano Yoko’s formidable contingent, and just perished—how could there be no hatred?

"The fuss made by the auction house is merely because they anticipated our power, hence beefing up security," Charles glanced at Nagano Yoko, saying with a peculiar expression, "Anyone who underestimates or acts recklessly will obviously fall into a trap. The fate won’t be promising, and leaving this dangerous place alive seemingly becomes improbable."

"That’s the situation. It’s no exaggeration to say this place is a painstakingly prepared trap laden with defenses; once you jump in, there’s hardly a chance to get out," Hose interjected.

Charles naturally knew the extent of casualties Nagano Yoko faced at the auction house here; along with West Koshu’s death, it prompted an alliance between them. Otherwise, their forces wouldn’t have banded together.

"The auction is about to start; many industry tycoons from surrounding cities have gathered here," Nagano Yoko, brushing aside unpleasant topics, proactively said, "This competition is about to begin; a bloody, fierce bidding is inevitable."

"If my funds fall short, we can only merge our capital together; how does that sound?" Charles asked Nagano Yoko, "We’ll split the treasure, but account for the expenses separately, ensuring no one suffers any loss."

"Exactly as it should," Nagano Yoko replied with a smile.

"The auction is starting." Ying Zi’s gaze first landed on the stage.

Inside the box where the four were, a silence fell upon them as they awaited the appearance of their target.

Backstage at the auction, Zhang Lu, Ji Jie, and other relevant personnel monitored the proceedings through a large screen.

"Surely no one would disrupt the auction scene, right?" Ji Jie expressed concern.

"Probably not, as doing so at this juncture would be suicidal," someone replied.

"Regardless, vigilance is key. The biggest crisis we must manage is post-auction, not during. If someone attempts disruption now, they should be dealt with directly," Zhang Lu said coldly.

On the stage, the host stepped up and, after exchanging a few pleasantries, went straight to the theme without unnecessary words.

"Next, let us present the first auction item, a Bronze Incense Burner from the Song Dynasty. Collectors and enthusiasts are encouraged to bid. The starting price is 800,000, with a minimum increment of 10,000. The first round of bidding begins now," announced the host, as the Bronze Incense Burner appeared before the audience via an elevator.

"850,000."

"900,000."

"1,100,000."

"1,180,000."

With a full smile, the host focused on the screen in front of them.

All the bid amounts from the first round were displayed, arranged by size.

Those interested in the Bronze Incense Burner were few yet numerous.

As data streamed from the boxes through bidding devices, the host’s smile remained, while remaining fixed on the video and thoughts raced through their mind.

Ye Fan and others appeared indifferent.

Charles, Nagano Yoko, Ma De, and others were equally unconcerned.

Their sole aim was the Ancient Painting.

Other items undoubtedly couldn’t pique their interest.

Bidding continued; amounts on the host’s screen reshuffled repeatedly.

"The first round of bidding concludes, with the highest offer at 1,450,000," the host’s voice echoed, "Next, round two begins; if no further bids come forth, then the Bronze Incense Burner will indeed have a new owner."

Round two showed little change.

Evidently, those bidding were contemplating.

No one wanted to squander money senselessly; worth on its own suffices, provided it’s within expectations. Otherwise, extra increments were affordable; above that, it’s beyond their limits.

Round two concluded, with a highest bid of 1,560,000.

"Now, we commence the third and final round of bidding," the host’s voice seemed laced with a smile.

"1,570,000."

"1,590,000."

"1,600,000."

"1,610,000."

The host observed as the screen showcased these four dominant figures incessantly shifting.

No further changes appeared, symbolizing the conclusion of the third round.

The highest bidder at 1,610,000 was poised to acquire the first auction item.

"Mr. Wu from box eighteen, with a bid of 1,610,000, has won the first auction item. Congratulations to Mr. Wu," the host announced warmly.

This straightforward statement conveyed many issues, certifying the patron.

Should there exist any doubts, they could naturally be amended, which would preclude mishaps.

Scattered applause emanated from the boxes, congratulating Mr. Wu within box eighteen.

Sounds remained low without any noise.

"Though slightly outside my budget, it’s satisfactory," Mr. Wu internally mused.

"Should’ve added another 10,000 or 20,000," the tycoon who bid 1,600,000 noted with minor regret.

The auction thereby commenced amidst such tense atmospheres.

Various patrons placed bids, vying for their respective beloved items.

The atmosphere was congenial, without any conflict; everyone relied on their skill to bid.