Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

When the last piece, a Song Dynasty Ru ware tea bowl, was sold, the auctioneer picked up the gavel, slammed it heavily on the table, and announced with great enthusiasm and excitement: "Ladies and gentlemen, all items in this Cohen Auction House High-End Private Auction have been sold. The auction is now successfully concluded!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a round of enthusiastic applause erupted throughout the room. She raised her hand, gently rubbed her temples, and a hint of weariness flashed in her eyes.

The intense bidding for several hours, the high tension, and the calm and composed handling of the whole process left her physically and mentally exhausted, but even more so, she felt the joy of regaining what she had lost.

Looking at the large screen in front of her, she was filled with mixed emotions. After several hours of fierce competition, after a war without gunpowder, she finally managed to bid on all the precious cultural relics from the Tang and Song dynasties that had been lost overseas for many years. They were about to embark on their journey back to the motherland and would no longer drift overseas and be homeless.

Yang Linshuo and other patriotic wealthy Chinese also showed gratified smiles, exchanged glances, and their eyes were filled with pride—they had contributed to the protection of cultural relics in their own way.

After the auction, Jiang Wenxi followed the auction rules and, guided by staff, went backstage to complete the transaction procedures. Appraisers and security personnel accompanied her throughout, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment to prevent any accidents.

During this time, the representative of the collector who had entrusted the cultural relics to her approached her again. He looked at Jiang Wenxi with a touch of emotion and a hint of barely perceptible awe in his voice.

"Ambassador Jiang, I must admit that you have great courage, determination, and strength. I never expected that you would pay such a high price for these cultural relics, which I deeply admire."

If this person hadn't looked calculating, Jiang Wenxi probably would have believed him.

Jiang Wenxi looked at him, her expression calm and composed, her tone calm yet firm, her voice clear and powerful, each word clearly reaching his ears: "These cultural relics are our country's national treasures, our nation's historical memory, and the concern of countless Chinese people. No matter what, I must bring them back to our country."

"This is not about courage or showing off, but something I had to do."

Upon hearing this, the collector's representative merely sneered and said, "But I wonder if Ambassador Jiang can afford such a large sum of money?"

The auctioneer standing nearby quickly interjected, "Ambassador Jiang, I regret to inform you that if you fail to pay the full amount this time, you will be listed as a dishonest person. In that case, we will take back all the items auctioned today, and you will also have to compensate our auction house for its losses."

Before the two could think further, Jiang Wenxi raised her chin and uttered two words in a calm tone: "Swipe the card."

As soon as he finished speaking, the accompanying assistant immediately stepped forward and handed the black card to the auction house staff. The staff member took the black card with both hands, his fingertips trembling slightly, and quickly turned to process it.

All eyes were focused on the POS machine, and the air seemed to freeze—38 billion, such an astronomical figure, whether the payment could be successfully made was on everyone's mind.

A few seconds later, the POS machine beeped softly, and the words "Payment Successful" appeared in large green letters on the screen.

At that moment, the collector's representative and the auctioneer's manager turned deathly pale. They exchanged a glance and saw shock, panic, and a hint of resentment in each other's eyes—they simply couldn't believe that Jiang Wenxi had actually paid 38 billion in one go without the slightest hesitation or difficulty.

Their calculations seem so laughable and pathetic in the face of absolute power.

Jiang Wenxi didn't bother to look at them again, her impatience undisguised. She slightly raised her lips and softly uttered two words: "Soul Jade."

Before the words were finished, the backstage door was suddenly pushed open, and a series of synchronized footsteps echoed, making the ground tingle slightly.

Hun Yu was dressed in a specially made black uniform, his posture upright like a pine tree. Behind him were dozens of security personnel also dressed in black uniforms. They were agile, with cold expressions and sharp eyes. They exuded a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay. They walked towards them step by step. They were people from the Zhenhun Security Group.

The entire room fell silent instantly. Those who had been whispering earlier held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.

Most of the people present were celebrities from the business and art collecting worlds. No one was unaware of the significance of Zhenhun Security Group—it was not only well-known in China, but also a top-tier security group with a global reputation, possessing formidable strength and ruthless methods.

Rumor has it that every member of the Zhenhun Security Group has undergone the most rigorous training, and is at the top level in combat, reconnaissance, and emergency response.

To complete their mission, they spared no effort, fighting to the death, and never failed once.

More importantly, they have extremely high prestige internationally, and even some top powers dare not provoke them easily.

No one expected that Jiang Wenxi could actually get the Zhenhun Security Group to come and protect her; this strength had already exceeded everyone's expectations.

The collectors' representatives and the auction organizers were so frightened that they froze, their palms sweating, and their unease grew stronger.

Hun Yu led the way to Jiang Wenxi, bowed slightly, and performed a respectful and standard etiquette. His tone was humble yet composed: "Miss, everyone is in place. We have prepared everything you requested. You may go back and rest."

"Young Miss?"

These three words exploded like a thunderclap throughout the room. The collector representatives and the auction organizers were completely stunned; the color drained from their faces, leaving only disbelief and terror.

They originally thought that Jiang Wenxi and Zhenhun Security Group had only an employment relationship, but now it seems that this is not the case at all! Hunyu calls her "Miss", which means that Zhenhun Security Group is actually Jiang Wenxi's business. Those seemingly fierce security personnel are not her employees, but her subordinates!

The prominent figures around them were also stunned, gasping in astonishment. Their initial admiration for Jiang Wenxi turned into deep awe.

They subconsciously felt a pang of worry for the auction organizers and collector representatives.

They knew the strength of the Zhenhun Security Group all too well. If these people wanted to get rid of these two people silently, it would be as easy as turning their hands, without leaving any trace.

These two people are likely to pay a heavy price for their foolishness.