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Someone pulled out an encrypted phone on the spot, his eyes red, and connected with high-level officials in China, shouting for additional budget;

Some people, their faces ashen, were repeatedly forced to hold up signs under the lens of global media, their dignity being repeatedly trampled upon;

Some people run out of budget and can only watch helplessly as their country's cultural relics are snatched away by other countries. They are so angry that they tremble with anger, but they can't even utter a word of protest.

Representatives from both countries nearly came to blows during the auction due to a heated bidding war, but were stopped in time by security personnel.

Jiang Wenxi looked at the scene without any surprise, as it was all within her expectations.

There were also auctions in China, with occasional price increases, but since multiple countries were involved, and there was a fear of causing trouble for Jiang Wenxi, so they were all small-scale operations.

Those countries that once held high and mighty, using "cultural relic protection" and "international practice" as excuses to detain Chinese national treasures for a long time and refuse to return them, are now humbled to the dust in Jiang Wenxi's auction.

The cameras flashed wildly across the room, and the scene was broadcast simultaneously to all parts of the world. No one dared to underestimate this young Chinese ambassador anymore, and no one dared to ignore her warnings.

When a highly symbolic fragment of an ancient Western mural was brought onto the stage, the atmosphere in the entire venue became extremely tense.

This fragment of a mural records the country's oldest civilization and is a "living fossil" of its civilization. Its loss would be a disgrace to the entire nation. Starting bid: 5 million.

"5.5 million!" The country's representative immediately raised his placard, his voice trembling but firm.

"6 million!" The Spanish representative raised his placard, his tone somewhat provocative—Spain has a long-standing conflict with the country where the mural is located, and this time they were deliberately trying to stir things up, either to win the bid and humiliate the other party, or to force them to pay an exorbitant price.

"6.6 million!" The representative of the country to which the mural belongs gritted his teeth and added more, his eyes bloodshot.

"7 million!" The Spanish representative raised his placard again, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

The price soared to over 8 million and then 10 billion, and the representative of the country to which the mural belonged grew paler and paler. The approved budget in China had been exhausted, but he dared not give up—if he did, he would be a sinner against the country.

"13 billion!" he roared, nearly collapsing, his eyes red with rage. "Please, stop robbing me!"

A moment of deathly silence fell over the room. Everyone was shocked by the price. The Spanish representative also paused, looking hesitant. 13 billion was already far beyond the actual value of the mural, and adding more would be a loss.

Just as the host raised his hand to bring down the gavel, the Portuguese representative slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his voice hoarse but resolute: "15 billion!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The representative of the country to which the mural belonged instantly turned ashen-faced, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He looked at the representative of Portugal in despair, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word—15 billion, even if they exhausted all their national resources, they couldn't raise that much.

The Spanish representative's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected the Portuguese Congress to suddenly interfere. He glared at the Portuguese representative, but there was nothing he could do.

The flashbulbs instantly focused on Jiang Wenxi.

She slightly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping lightly over the entire room. Her thin lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating every inch of noise, reaching everyone's ears: "Very good. Remember this price today. And remember—cultural relics are never won back with mere words."

In short, it exposes all hypocritical diplomatic rhetoric and tears away the fig leaf of all moral blackmail.

Those voices that once accused her of "damaging friendship" and "forcibly seizing cultural relics" have completely disappeared in the face of the astronomical sums and global media attention.

Everyone finally understood: Jiang Wenxi was not making things difficult; she was setting a rule—a rule for cultural relics that all countries must abide by and dare not violate from now on.

If you want to take back the cultural relics, you can.

Pay money based on ability, abide by the rules, and compete fairly.

Trying to get something for nothing, resorting to moral blackmail, diplomatic pressure, or delaying tactics? No way.

The auction lasted nearly four hours, with each item fetching astronomical prices and fierce bidding wars. The bidding process for each item was thrilling, with representatives from various countries tearing each other apart and exhausting their budgets for their own cultural relics. The scene was once out of control, but it was firmly restrained by the pressure emanating from Jiang Wenxi and the auction rules, and no one dared to really cause trouble.

They all knew that if they caused trouble, they would not only fail to obtain the cultural relics, but also completely offend Jiang Wenxi, making them even more passive in future cultural relic issues.

After all, the security team for this event is no pushover.

When the hammer finally fell, the total transaction amount set a new record for the highest global art auction in nearly ten years, a figure so astonishing that it shook the international capital market.

The entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned back to Jiang Wenxi.

She slowly stood up, her posture upright and her aura commanding. Her clear, cool voice, transmitted through the microphone, resonated throughout the venue and simultaneously reached every corner of the world: "All proceeds from this auction will be allocated to a special fund, dedicated solely to the repurchase, restoration, and protection of lost Chinese cultural relics and cultural heritage. Not a single penny will be used for any other purpose."

"From this day forward, if any party in the international community dares to interfere in my country's internal affairs regarding the ownership of cultural relics, apply double standards, or refuse to return them—"

She paused, her gaze sharp as a knife, and slowly swept over the representatives of various countries in the front row.

"Think about it first. What price have you paid today? How much face have you lost? Do you understand what the bottom line is?"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The expressions on the faces of the representatives from various countries were extremely complex—humiliation, resentment, anger, fear, and awe were all intertwined, yet they dared not utter a single dissent.

For the first time, they truly realized that Jiang Wenxi's strength was not simply due to money, connections, or background.

She holds cultural relics, embodies morality, grasps the rules, and has an ironclad conviction. She is unyielding and impervious to reason, yet she stands in a completely legal, just, and just position. No one can touch her, no one can do anything to her.

Just when everyone thought the auction was over and was preparing to leave in a sorry state, Jiang Wenxi calmly raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan immediately stepped forward and handed over three formal memoranda that had been prepared in advance and were carefully worded.

Jiang Wenxi looked calmly at each country in turn.

The voice was cold: "Many of your institutions still possess numerous lost treasures with clear illegal provenance that undoubtedly belong to China. For many years, you have refused to return them, repeatedly making excuses and even distorting the truth internationally, accusing our country of unreasonable pursuit of cultural relics."

"Today's auction saw you pay an exorbitant price to buy back cultural relics that should have been gradually returned to their rightful owners. This can be seen as paying part of the price for past mistakes."

She placed the memo gently on the table, her voice leaving no room for doubt.

"This is the official memorandum regarding the return of cultural relics. It contains three core points:"