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Several days later, the international top auction hall was brightly lit, with a dome hanging high and crystal chandeliers reflecting a cold and luxurious light.

The venue was packed, with the front row almost entirely occupied by ambassadors, ministers, royal envoys, and heads of national cultural heritage institutions from various countries.

They, who used to be so witty and composed in diplomatic settings, sat upright and solemn today, the air so tense it felt like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at the slightest touch.

In the most central and prominent seat of the entire venue, Jiang Wenxi, dressed in a neat formal suit, stood tall and exuded a cool and aloof temperament.

She sat upright, her fingertips lightly resting on the armrest, her gaze calmly sweeping across the entire room. She did not deliberately exert pressure, but she exuded an aura of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position and whose word was law, causing hundreds of people in the room to unconsciously hold their breath.

The host walked slowly onto the stage, his voice steady and powerful, each word clear and resonant: "Welcome to this special auction of overseas repatriated cultural relics. All items in this auction have clear provenance, complete documentation, and legal ownership. This auction follows only one rule—the highest bidder wins. Once the hammer falls, the deal is finalized immediately. We will not accept private negotiations, diplomatic pressure, or unconditional return."

The last sentence, deliberately slowed down and emphasized, struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every foreign representative.

They then truly realized that Jiang Wenxi wasn't just talking; she genuinely dared to put all the face, dignity, and historical artifacts of every nation on the auction stage for open bidding, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The first item up for auction is a royal bronze ritual vessel from an ancient European country, lost for hundreds of years. Exquisitely crafted and of immense historical value, it is a textbook example of national treasure. Starting bid: 100 million.

"One hundred and thirty million!" The Italian representative raised his sign first, his tone urgent, his eyes fixed on the bronze ritual vessels on the stage, afraid that someone else would beat him to it.

Before he could finish speaking, the representative from Country F immediately raised his hand, his tone arrogant and forceful: "One hundred and fifty million! Only we are qualified to collect cultural relics of this caliber."

The Italian representative's face darkened, and he glared fiercely at the F country representative, gritting his teeth as he added, "One hundred and eighty million! This is our national treasure; it's none of your business!"

The entire room erupted in uproar. The representatives of the two countries were on the verge of conflict, their eyes practically radiating gunpowder.

No one dared to hesitate, and no one dared to lower the price or wait and see.

They knew better than anyone that this was no ordinary auction; it was a battleground for national dignity, diplomatic credibility, and national pride.

If they can't even bring back their own national treasures, they will not only have to resign and lose face, but their country will also become a laughing stock in the international community.

"Two hundred million!" The representative from Country D suddenly raised his placard, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence, instantly breaking the standoff between Italy and France.

The Italian representative was trembling with anger, but could only grit his teeth and continue to raise the price: "Two hundred and twenty million!" The F country representative, not to be outdone, shouted directly: "Three hundred and thirty million!"

In just three minutes, the price skyrocketed from 100 million to 330 million. The host's voice trembled slightly: "330 million once! 330 million twice!"

The Italian representative, veins bulging on his forehead, abruptly stood up, almost roaring, "4.5 million! This is our entire budget, and no one can take it from us!"

A collective gasp filled the room. The F country representative, his face ashen, wanted to continue raising his placard, but was pulled back by his assistant—the approved budget from home had been exhausted, and any further increase would be a violation. The D country representative also slowly lowered his hand, his expression resentful yet helpless.

Jiang Wenxi sat upright in the main seat, lightly tapping the table with her fingertips. Her eyes were expressionless, only showing a faint, cold sarcasm.

When they auctioned off China's lost national treasures, how composed they were in raising prices, how indifferent their eyes were, as if those artifacts, which carried centuries of civilization, were nothing more than ordinary commodities.

Today, fortunes have turned, and it's their turn to fight tooth and nail for something that rightfully belongs to them, to the point of losing face, going bankrupt, and humbling themselves.

"4.5 million once! 4.5 million twice! 4.5 million three times!"

"Clang—" The gavel fell, sealing the deal. The first item was sold.

The Italian representative, utterly exhausted, slumped back into his chair, his shirt soaked with cold sweat, his face ashen.

And this is just an appetizer.

The second item up for auction is a gilded Buddhist pagoda from an ancient Asian country. Completely gilded and inlaid with gemstones, it is a core symbol of the country's Buddhist culture. Starting bid: 100 million.

"One hundred and thirty million!" The representative of that country immediately raised his placard, his tone urgent. But no sooner had he finished speaking than the representative of Country H raised his placard to add: "One hundred and fifty million! This kind of Buddhist artifact has deep roots in our culture and should rightfully belong to us."

"Bullshit!" The country's representative slammed his fist on the table in anger, pointing at the South Korean representative and shouting.

"These are our national treasures, what does it have to do with you? Stop trying to claim kinship and steal cultural relics! Three hundred million!"

The representative from Country H remained expressionless, a provocative smile playing on his lips: "Three hundred and fifty million! If you're so capable, then add more; otherwise, don't bother making a fuss here."

All eyes instantly focused on the representatives of the two countries. Ambassador Yuan stood to one side, looking helpless yet understanding—this was exactly the effect Jiang Wenxi wanted, to make them tear off their diplomatic pretense and expose their true greed and eagerness for the sake of their own cultural relics.

The country's representative was so angry that he trembled. He immediately pulled out his encrypted phone, his eyes red, and connected with high-ranking officials in the country, shouting for additional budget.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his card, his voice hoarse: "Five hundred million!"

The H country representative's expression finally changed. He looked at his assistant, who gently shook his head—the budget was already exhausted and could not be increased further.

In the end, the representative from Country H could only reluctantly lower his hand, glaring fiercely at the representative from Country H with eyes full of resentment and malice.

"Five hundred million once! Five hundred million twice! Five hundred million three times! Clang—" The gavel fell, and the country's representative slumped into his chair, letting out a long sigh of relief, but his face was full of bitterness—they had almost exhausted their entire year's cultural relic protection budget for this pagoda.

The third, fourth, fifth... each time a valuable treasure lost by another country appeared, it sparked a near-frenzied battle, even more intense than the previous one.

Representatives from Switzerland and Austria fiercely competed for a medieval oil painting, bidding from 5 million to 10 billion. The entire bidding process was intense, with each increase imbued with a palpable tension. The Swiss representative even declared on the spot, "This painting is a national treasure lost to us. Even if it drains our national treasury, we must buy it back!"

In the end, the Swiss representative won the bid with a sky-high price of 10.8 billion, his face ashen and his hands trembling slightly.

Representatives from Country Y and the Netherlands were locked in a fierce bidding war over a bronze sword, with the price escalating from 4.2 million to 6.4 million. When the Dutch representative ran out of budget, he angrily shouted at the Country Y representative, "You're not here to protect cultural relics; you're just showing off!"

The representative from Country Y responded with a sneer: "If you're so capable, then raise the price; if not, then shut up. This is the rule set by Ambassador Jiang: the highest bidder wins."