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As he spoke, he hurriedly gestured to his staff, handing them a thick certificate of ownership for the cultural relics. Holding the document with both hands, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with pleading and urgency, and continued, "Ambassador Yuan, we know we were wrong. We are willing to return all the cultural relics we looted from China back then. In addition, we are willing to return two-thirds of the 38 billion yuan that Ambassador Jiang paid for the auction of China's national treasures to make up for our mistakes. We only ask that you intervene and persuade Ambassador Jiang to stop the auction and return our national treasures to us. You should be able to see our sincerity, right?"

He adopted an extremely humble posture, almost pleading—he knew all too well the strength of the Zhenhun Security Group and Jiang Wenxi's temperament. If Jiang Wenxi really insisted on holding the auction, they would have no way to stop it and could only watch helplessly as their country's national treasure was auctioned off to others. In that case, they would not only be unable to explain themselves to the country, but might even bring trouble upon themselves.

The foreign delegation members standing nearby were deathly pale, their brows furrowed, their lips pressed into a thin line, their hands clenched tightly together. Their voices trembled with urgency and a desire to explain: "Ambassador Yuan, please help us! There must be some misunderstanding regarding Ms. Jiang Wenxi's actions! We know we shouldn't have participated in the illegal trade of cultural relics, and we shouldn't have plundered China's cultural artifacts. We have deeply realized our mistakes! We are willing to offer cultural relics of equal value in exchange, hoping only to bring back our national treasures. We beg your understanding and to speak properly with Ms. Jiang Wenxi!"

The Middle Eastern tycoon representative who had maliciously inflated prices and provoked the Chinese ambassador at the Geneva auction was now devoid of his former arrogance, his expression humble and his tone earnest: "Ambassador Yuan, we know we were wrong, we really know we were wrong! At the Geneva auction back then, we shouldn't have maliciously inflated prices, shouldn't have provoked Chinese collectors, and shouldn't have ignored the feelings of the Chinese people."

"Now that our national treasures are being auctioned off, we truly understand the heart-wrenching, helpless feeling the Chinese people experienced when they watched their country's treasures being put up for auction. We earnestly request your intervention to mediate and ask Ambassador Jiang to show leniency. We only ask to retrieve our national treasures; we will never dare to do such a thing again!"

Looking at these diplomats and wealthy representatives who were usually arrogant and rude, but were now bowing and scraping and begging, Ambassador Yuan felt no pity, only endless mockery.

He spoke slowly, his tone calm yet firm: "Gentlemen, first of all, I want to tell you that Ambassador Jiang's bidding for China's national treasure was not funded by our embassy or by the state, but by her own private funds."

Do you really think someone who can casually produce 38 billion yuan and control the Zhenhun Security Group would be short of your meager compensation?

He paused, then continued, "Secondly, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this auction was not handled by our embassy, ​​nor was it a state event; it was Ms. Jiang Wenxi's personal event."

"The national treasures from various countries that she possesses were all acquired through legal channels. Every transaction has a complete record and is notarized, fully complying with relevant international regulations. They have absolutely nothing to do with the 'ownership of national treasures' that you are talking about."

"As for the ownership of the cultural relics you mentioned, I can tell you clearly that from the moment Ms. Jiang Wenxi completed the acquisition and obtained all the legal documents, the ownership of those cultural relics no longer belongs to your country."

"In the international art market, 'whoever holds it owns it' is an unspoken ironclad rule. Back then, you seized our Chinese cultural relics by plundering and reselling them, and you acted recklessly based on this ironclad rule."

"Now that Ms. Jiang Wenxi has legally acquired and possesses cultural relics from your country, she is naturally protected by this ironclad rule."

Ambassador Yuan's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone present.

Their hopes vanished instantly, replaced by deep panic and resentment.

They spoke one after another, their tone becoming increasingly urgent and their words increasingly earnest. Some of them showed expressions of remorse, constantly confessing their past mistakes.

Some, however, remained undeterred and pleaded with Ambassador Yuan to intervene and negotiate with Jiang Wenxi.

"Ambassador Yuan, I beg you, please speak with Ms. Jiang Wenxi! We really can't afford to lose those national treasures!"

"Yes, Ambassador Yuan, isn't Ms. Jiang Wenxi the ambassador of China? Could your country intervene and negotiate with her to persuade her to terminate the auction and return our cultural relics?"

"We are willing to pay any price to get our national treasures back. Please help us!"

Ambassador Yuan shook his head helplessly as he looked at their pleading faces.

However, due to international relations, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

He slowly picked up the landline on the table and said calmly, "I can call Ms. Jiang Wenxi and mention your demands, but I can't guarantee she'll agree. After all, her decisions are never something anyone can control."

Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately brightened up, nodded in unison, and said eagerly, "Thank you, Ambassador Yuan! Thank you, Ambassador Yuan! We would be eternally grateful if you would just make the call and get Ms. Jiang Wenxi to agree to return our cultural relics!"

Ambassador Yuan didn't say another word. He slowly dialed Jiang Wenxi's number, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, his eyes calmly watching the people in front of him who were like ants on a hot pan.

He knew in his heart that Jiang Wenxi's decision had already been made, and this counterattack had only just begun.

The moment Jiang Wenxi saw the name on the caller ID, she knew immediately—those people must have arrived.

Before the call even connected, she had already roughly guessed the other party's purpose.

They came all this way for the cultural relics that had been scattered overseas and were now all in her hands, just wanting her to "return" them.

But how is that possible?

Jiang Wenxi's lips curled into a faint, yet chillingly cold, smile. She slowly picked up her phone, lightly touched the screen, and answered the call.

Before she could speak, a slightly hesitant voice came through the receiver: "Ambassador Jiang, are you available now?"

"Nothing, speak." Jiang Wenxi's voice was cold and indifferent, without a trace of extra emotion, conveying an unquestionable sense of distance even through the airwaves.

"That's right," the other party quickly explained.

"I've heard that you're currently preparing for a special auction of overseas cultural relics. Several diplomatic representatives from various countries have gathered at the embassy, ​​hoping to discuss the return of these relics with you in person. Would you be willing to spare some time to meet with me?"