The auction hall became more peaceful after Lin Qian's and Wang Yu's departure.
Later on, a few more items were put up for auction. The auctioneer looked longingly at the masked man, hoping that he would bid for yet another item. But she was left disappointed.
After his successful bid on the pair of red-soled shoes, the masked man had been sitting quietly in a corner. Meanwhile, Qiu Mu-Cheng kept stealing glances at him.
Earlier on, for just a brief moment, Qiu Mu-Cheng had really thought that the masked man was Ye Fan.
Their voices and their body builds were so alike after all.
But in the end, Qiu Mu-Cheng shook her head and quashed that line of thinking.
"What's wrong with me? Why do I keeping thinking these unrealistic thoughts?" "How could he be Ye Fan?" Under the dim lights of the hall, Qiu Mu-Cheng hesitated for a while, but she failed to pluck up the courage to confirm the truth for herself.
She knew Ye Fan all too well. He had been born in the countryside and was of common stock. How could he possibly have the same presence and magnanimity as the masked man?
"His temperament is too poor~”
Qiu Mu-Cheng looked at the pair of high heels and white jade hairpin in her lap. She really liked them, but she was not a greedy woman. If she had a right to something, she would take it. But if it did not belong to her, she would refuse it.
"I will wait till the auction is over, and then return them to him.”
Qiu Mu-Cheng did not turn him down earlier because she did not want to embarrass him in front of everybody. That was all. She did not have any ulterior motives nor was she hoping to reap any benefits from her action.
The time passed quickly and, just as the auction was about to come to an end, the organizers unveiled the final item on the list. Surprisingly, it turned out to be a small car.
"I am sure you have heard of this saying. Rather than a Land Rover or BMW, the discerning buyer looks for a Phaeton."
"Yes. The last item to be auctioned is a car from Volkswagen's low-key line - a Phaeton.”
"This car is the epitome of low-key luxury. I believe this car is perfect for those people who wish to keep a low profile!"
During the auctioneer's speech, her gaze remained on Ye Fan.
And Ye Fan did not disappoint. He was going to bid for this item.
Since he was planning to buy a car anyway, he might as well buy one at the auction. Not only would he get a car, he would also be doing a good deed.
Perhaps Ye Fan's display of extravagance earlier had frightened everyone else. After Ye Fan had made his opening bid, very few of the attendees tried to compete with him.
The auctioneer had been hoping that the participation of the nouveau riche would raise the price of the car. But it had the opposite effect instead. In the end, Ye Fan managed to get the million-yuan car with a relatively low bid. And once again, he gifted it to Qiu Mu-Cheng.
"Damn it!"
"A million-yuan car for a beauty~"
"Awesome!”
"This is the highest level of skirt-chasing!"
All of a sudden, an uproar erupted in the hall. Many wealthy young men felt ashamed of themselves. Although they liked beautiful women too, there was no way they could be as forceful and extravagant as the masked man.
"Wah~"
"I am so envious~"
"If only that was for me!"
Many of the ladies looked at Qiu Mu-Cheng, envy and jealousy evident in their eyes.
And once again, Qiu Mu-Cheng found herself in the limelight. A number of the wealthy young men present looked at the elegant beauty and sighed inwardly.
"It's a shame. A pretty girl like her is going to become someone else's lover?"
Almost everyone thought that, after Ye Fan's formidable onslaughts, the lady in the purple dress would definitely be moved. And she would most probably offer herself up to the masked man this very night.
"This auction has ended on a satisfactory note. All the proceeds will be donated to charity."
"But, before we call it a night, I would like to thank the masked gentleman for his support, on behalf of Yunhai Auction House."
"But may I know how to address you, sir?" The auctioneer asked suddenly.
And everyone turned to look at Ye Fan. Qiu Mu-Cheng's heart tightened in her chest as she waited for his answer.
"My surname is Chu."
When she heard the answer, the light vanished from Qiu Mu-Cheng's eyes.
As expected, she had been overthinking things.
"Mr. Chu, you have been spending lavishly tonight. And you have overbidded on the auction items. Does it hurt to spend so much money?" The auctioneer was obviously trying to get close to a wealthy customer like Ye Fan, by giving him the opportunity to brag at the end of the auction.
Ye Fan did not shy away from the invitation and he went up to the stage.
"Does it hurt to spend so much money?" On the stage, Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.
"Why should it hurt?"
"Money is meant to be spent. Otherwise, it's no different from a pile of waste paper. Money can only realize its value when it's being used."
"Moreover, the couple of millions that I spent tonight is only petty cash to me. But to the people living in the mountainous areas, this amount of money could very well be their life-saving straw and their oasis in the desert."
"One should never forget his roots. Now that I am doing well for myself, the ones I worry about the most are the people suffering in the mountainous areas."
"I wish to thank the organizers for giving me this opportunity to help the needy. Let us pursue happiness together. We are all dream chasers after all."
Applause, thunderous applause broke out in the hall.
"Whoa!”
"It's such a moving speech!"
"This is how a real tycoon should behave?"
"This is the magnanimity of a great person!"
"I am crying. What about you?"
"It's a great speech!"
Ye Fan's speech was majestic and greatly elevated his style. The venue erupted into a frenzy once more.
Even Li Er, the boss of the Cloud Clan, was taken aback when he heard the speech.
He could not help but think that Mr. Chu was truly a great man.
With his state of mind alone, he could surely accomplish great feats.
"To me, tonight is surely a night that will live on in my memory."
"Because, tonight, not only did I help the children living among the beautiful mountains, I also met a beautiful lady."
Ye Fan's voice continued to resound through the venue. He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, and his proud gaze swept through the crowd below him. Finally, his gaze landed on Qiu Mu-Cheng and remained there.
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