Twenty million!

The other party smiled as they named their price.

He Zhijun responded immediately without hesitation, "Alright, Wuji Group will take it!"

Su Enping grew anxious. "Twenty-five million!"

"What? Are you crazy, Su?" He Zhijun raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"If you think I'm crazy, He, then step aside and let Fusu Group handle this!" Su Enping sneered.

A Sui-Tang jade carving at two to three million is still a bargain for Fusu Group.

Fusu Group is known for creating hype around antiques.

With their influence, even if the carving costs thirty million, they could easily profit a few million in a year or so.

"Twenty-six million!"

He Zhijun, fully aware of the true value of the jade carving, raised the bid.

He didn't believe Su Enping would give up so easily.

"Thirty million!" Su Enping locked eyes with He Zhijun, challenging him.

The relentless bidding caused many antique enthusiasts and wealthy attendees to frown.

But knowing Su Enping's usual style, they could only shake their heads.

Just as He Zhijun was about to reconsider bidding, recalling Ye Chen's earlier words, something unexpected happened.

On the other side, Zhao Qian, a wealthy upstart, couldn't hold back.

Tens of millions meant little to him.

"Thirty mi—"

Before he could finish, Ye Chen intervened.

"Uncle Zhao!"

"Huh? Xiao Ye, what's wrong?" Zhao Qian paused.

"This isn't worth thirty million. Don't bid further! I know money isn't an issue, but your reputation is. If this gets out, people might laugh at you." Ye Chen smiled.

The entire room fell silent.

What did that mean?

Was he implying both Wuji Group and Fusu Group's appraisal teams misjudged the item?

Ridiculous!

"Dad, listen to Ye!"

Zhao Jiwei quickly urged his father.

Others might not know Ye Chen, but Zhao Jiwei did.

If Ye dared to speak up, the jade carving was undoubtedly overvalued.

"Alright!" Zhao Qian hesitated briefly but chuckled, dropping out of the bid.

Meanwhile, Su Enping shot Ye Chen a cold, disdainful glance.

A Sui-Tang jade carving not worth thirty million?

Unless Fusu Group's appraisers made a mistake.

At their auctions, such carvings usually fetched five to six million more in profit.

But given Zhao Qian and Zhang Xingguo's presence, Su Enping refrained from making sarcastic remarks.

"Xiao Ye, is something wrong with that jade carving?"

Zhang Xingguo, Zhang Jingshan's father, quietly asked Ye Chen.

"It's not from the Sui-Tang period," Ye Chen replied with a grin.

Zhang Xingguo froze.

Before he could ask further, he noticed several people glancing toward them. He kept quiet.

Soon, after Fusu Group acquired the jade carving, bidding for other antiques heated up.

The Xuande blue-and-white Dragon King jar and Guiguzi Descending the Mountain painting triggered frenzied bids.

Many attendees were wealthy and deeply passionate about antiques.

But Zhao Jiwei, following Ye Chen's subtle cues, prevented his father from participating.

Likewise, He Zhijun refrained from further bids, bewildering Wuji Group's appraisers.

How could they let such valuable items fall into a competitor's hands?

He Zhijun offered no explanation.

In the end, Fusu Group secured the two blue-and-white vases for a staggering 360 million.

No one expected such rare items at this antique exchange, escalating into a bidding war.

"He, is Wuji Group facing financial issues? Can't even compete with us anymore?"

Su Enping smirked victoriously after completing the transaction.

The jade carving was one thing.

But the Dragon King jar and Guiguzi painting would cement Fusu Group's dominance in the antique world.

Once auctioned, the vases would fetch no less than 400 million.

Su Enping savored his victory, thankful for organizing this exchange.

Before He Zhijun could respond, Ye Chen suddenly laughed.

"Su, don't celebrate too soon. Didn't you notice the other bidders have left?"

"What?"

Su Enping and He Zhijun froze.

Their appraisal teams froze.

Even Zhao Jiwei, Zhao Qian, and Zhang Xingguo stopped in their tracks.

They looked around.

Sure enough, those who previously bid against Fusu Group had disappeared.

Su Enping's face turned pale.

Something felt wrong.

"What do you mean?" Su Enping swallowed nervously.

"Take the jade carving back and inspect it closely. Sui-Tang carvings are known for their intricate craftsmanship. Yet, if I'm not mistaken, parts of that carving seem excessively rough—unlike Sui-Tang work.

As for the blue-and-white vases, check if the cobalt blue matches Yuan Dynasty characteristics. Pay attention to the base glaze and foot. Study them carefully."

Ye Chen smirked.

If Su Enping hadn't provoked him earlier, Ye wouldn't have exposed the flaws.

But now, Ye felt compelled to strike back.

The room buzzed with whispers.

The sudden disappearance of bidders aligned with Ye's claims.

The doubt spread like wildfire.

Proving the authenticity of the jade carving and vases would be Fusu Group's only way to save face.

Otherwise, they'd bear the shame of misjudgment.

A fatal blow to any antique group.

"Impossible! We've handled countless blue-and-white pieces. How could we misjudge this?"

Fusu's appraisers angrily protested before Su Enping could respond.

"If it's genuine, bring it back for further analysis. If not, feel free to demand compensation from me," Ye said nonchalantly.

His confidence stirred more murmurs.

The appraisers trembled with frustration.

Su Enping stood pale, speechless.

Ignoring him, Ye turned to He Zhijun.

"He, since I'm here to help Wuji Group, let me show you something truly rare."

"What... what rare item?" He Zhijun snapped out of his daze.

"This."

Ye lifted a piece of golden silk from the Ming Dynasty.