The Amazing Son In Law Chapter 84

Soon, the car arrived at the Convention and Exhibition Center.

The Convention and Exhibition Center features a striking circular dome structure, surrounded by shops selling flowers and birds, with the auction house located in the center.

This center, newly constructed last year, boasts both grandeur and an air of antiquity.

Charlie followed Jasmine as they took the scenic glass elevator to the sixth floor.

As the elevator doors opened, they were greeted by an exhibition hall filled with artistic flair, its walls adorned with antique calligraphy and paintings. This was the auction house.

In front of them, an auction table was covered with a red carpet, while cozy sofa booths were set up beneath the stage. The table was laden with imported wines, beverages, and fresh fruits for the guests to enjoy.

Compared to the last auction, it was evident that the Treasure Pavilion had invested significantly this time; the cost for renting and arranging the venue likely approached one million.

Jasmine’s box was situated in the center of the front row. Just as they were about to move forward, they heard a sudden commotion behind them.

Charlie barely had time to turn his head before being jostled aside by several people pushing their way in from behind. He frowned slightly, observing a group entering through the passage, led by several bodyguards.

“Is Mr. Yaleman also here?” Jasmine gasped softly, gazing up at the crowd.

The group that had squeezed in consisted of guests attending the auction, all of whom had gathered around a middle-aged man in a blue gown, who exuded a cold and haughty demeanor. Their expressions were filled with deep respect.

Charlie took a glance and remarked, “So this is Mr. Yaleman. He certainly makes an impression…”

Mr. Yaleman moved through the throng, withdrawing a light yellow triangular talisman and handing it to the most obsequious boss nearby. In a casual tone, he stated, “Since our paths cross today, here’s a free amulet for you. It will ensure your safety and prosperity.”

“Thank you, Mr. Yaleman.”

The boss, taken aback and eager to please, accepted the amulet and clutched it to his chest like a treasure. He declared to those around him, “Mr. Yaleman’s amulets are highly effective. I request one every year. Thanks to him, my business has expanded tremendously in recent years.”

The onlookers were visibly envious. Some openly sought an amulet from Mr. Yaleman, but he ignored their pleas.

An assistant beside him sneered and announced to the crowd in Hong Kong Mandarin, “Do you really think Mr. Yaleman will just give you an amulet? Others who come to our Mystery Court must pay at least $200,000 each!”

The crowd snapped back to reality and someone shouted out almost immediately.

“It’s a rare opportunity for Mr. Yaleman to visit Aurous Hill City. I’m willing to pay $200,000 for a peace amulet. Please, give me one!”

“I want to buy one too! Please, just one for me!”

“Mr. Yaleman’s peace amulet is a rarity. $200,000 is nothing, I’ll take five!”

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as numerous business owners began putting down deposits to purchase Mr. Yaleman’s peace amulet.

“Form an orderly line, one at a time,” the assistant said impatiently as he recorded their names, stirring up a lively scene.

Charlie couldn’t help but mutter, “Why is this peace amulet so costly? It’s absurd how easily money is made.”

His voice, although not loud, caught Mr. Yaleman’s attention, who abruptly looked up and scowled at him.

Mr. Yaleman pushed through the crowd, approached Charlie, and scrutinized him. “My friend, from your tone, do you have a problem with my peace amulet?”

Charlie replied calmly, “I believe this peace amulet isn’t worth that much money.”

A voice from the crowd immediately chimed in, “You’re clueless! Mr. Yaleman’s talismans are a bargain at $200,000!”

“Exactly! Many people are fighting over talismans priced at $2 million!”

“Someone like him could probably only afford the cheap ones sold at a temple!”

Mr. Yaleman regarded Charlie with disdain and said, “You can eat whatever you like, but you should keep your thoughts to yourself. The point of having a brain is to think before you speak, it’s best not to pretend to know what you don’t.”

With that, Mr. Yaleman contemptibly curled his lip and stepped into the exhibition hall.

Charlie remained unfazed, disregarding Mr. Yaleman entirely.

Jasmine, sensing the tension, awkwardly said, “Mr. Wade, please don’t take it to heart. Mr. Yaleman can be quite temperamental.”

Charlie shook his head dismissively and replied to Jasmine, “Let’s go inside as well.”

Guests began to filter into the venue. The host, Finn Baxendale, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, took the stage, delivered a few standard speeches and then transitioned into the auction segment.

The auction was officially underway!

Since the previous auction had been temporarily canceled, there were even more items on offer this time, and the number of guests had doubled.

The first item brought to the stage by two attendants was an antique copper incense burner, from which white mist curled and a peculiar scent wafted.

The auctioneer introduced it “This is a pine and crane backflow incense burner from the Tang Dynasty, a treasure gifted by the Tang Emperor to the calligraphy and painting master, Banks Dongpo. The accompanying boxes of ambergris are imperial artifacts from the Tang court that cannot be used without permission, as the production method has been lost. It refreshes the mind and slightly elevates one’s spirits!”

He then gestured for the attendant to light the incense.

One of the attendants, dressed in a cheongsam, carefully scooped some incense with a silver spoon and lit it.

White smoke cascaded down the sides of the incense burner like a waterfall. In the hazy atmosphere, the pine and crane designs appeared lifelike, as if they were about to flap their wings and take off.

A faint, enchanting fragrance filled the auction hall, rejuvenating everyone present.

Charlie nodded appreciatively, noting, “This is indeed authentic ambergris made from sperm whales and this traditional incense-making technique is largely lost today.”

The auctioneer struck the gavel twice and announced, “The starting price for the Songhe Backflow Incense Burner is $800,000, with bids increasing by $100,000 each round.”

This incense burner, finely crafted and possessing collectible value, drew bids from the audience, each one raising their paddles eagerly.

Soon, it was sold to a bidder for $1.6 million.

Following that, seven or eight more items were showcased, all high-quality antiques that captivated the audience.

The atmosphere in the venue was vibrant as guests enthusiastically placed their bids.

Jacob watched with great interest but noted he was low on funds, otherwise he might have jumped in.

However, Charlie remained entirely uninterested in these collectibles.

Although these items were valuable, they were primarily for collection and held little significance for him.

At that moment, an attendant entered with a white porcelain plate holding a string of purple beads glimmering under the lights.

The auctioneer announced, “These are natural purple marshals from the East China Sea, sourced from rare pearl shells. The beads are perfectly round and uniformly sized, truly a rare and exquisite find.”

This string of purple marshals was priced reasonably at $400,000.

Charlie glanced up and immediately placed his bid.

“Five hundred thousand!”

Jacob’s eyelids fluttered in surprise, and he quickly interjected, “What are you bidding on? Pearl necklaces typically go for only a few tens of thousands; $400,000 is a rip-off! Don’t bid on this!”

Charlie looked at the pearls, thinking of Claire and smiled, “I believe Claire would look great wearing them. Marshals promote calmness and she has been under a lot of stress lately and hasn’t been sleeping well.”

Jacob hesitated, wanting to voice his concern but ultimately chose silence since Charlie was buying it for his daughter.

The necklace’s collectible value was low, prompting no other bids.

Just as the auctioneer was about to close the bidding, a voice unexpectedly piped up.

“Six hundred thousand!”

Charlie turned to locate the source of the voice.

It was Adam from the Quinton family, who had previously attempted to harm himself. He smirked as he addressed Charlie, “Sorry, but I also have an interest in that necklace!”

Charlie frowned in disbelief. Why was he here? Hadn’t Graham confined him?