After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

The next second, the rusty, complex fragment of the star track mapping instrument was carefully carried onto the auction stage by staff wearing white gloves.

The spotlight shone precisely on it, casting long, distorted shadows on the intricately marked circular rings.

It was as if unseen, ancient markings were quietly moving through the air.

The auctioneer's voice rang out at just the right moment, carrying a perfect balance of mystery and allure:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the item presented here today has a rather peculiar origin."

According to information provided by the anonymous seller, it was salvaged from the wreckage of a merchant ship of unknown nationality that sank in the Strait of Malacca two hundred years ago.

Its specific functions have long been lost to the annals of history.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the prickled-up ears in the audience, before casting a hook:

"Some scholars speculate that it may be a strange compass that combines astronomical observation and feng shui."

Some say it was a secret tool used by ancient alchemists to find the formula for immortality.

The truth remains to be discovered by discerning collectors.

Starting bid: $500,000. Now, place your bids!

For most of the buyers present, five hundred thousand dollars was not even pocket change.

But this thing is too strange. There is no clear dating, no clear lineage, and even its function is only speculated.

Buying it feels more like paying for a vague and unrealistic story.

Ye Tian straightened his back slightly.

He could feel the tangible gaze of the lynx on his left, and the urging that demanded no mistake.

He smiled faintly, calmly raised the number plate in his hand, and spoke in a clear and steady voice:

One million US dollars.

Ye Tian's voice echoed clearly in the auction hall.

Instantly, a noisy discussion broke out in the room.

Doubled directly?

Who is this young man?

Did they really figure it out, or are they just fools with too much money?

Several probing, even mocking, gazes shot from different directions and landed on Ye Tian.

The auctioneer's eyes lit up, and his smile widened: "One million US dollars! Mr. Number 77 has bid one million! Any higher bids?"

"One million one hundred thousand." An elderly man with gray hair, sitting in the front row, held up a sign, speaking calmly as if he were buying vegetables at the market.

"One million two hundred thousand." A voice came from another direction.

"One million five hundred thousand." Ye Tian raised his paddle again, without hesitation, and the price jumped by three hundred thousand.

The old man glanced back at him, shook his head slightly, and gave up.

"One million six hundred thousand." A new competitor.

"Two million." Ye Tian raised his paddle for the third time, raising the price significantly again.

The murmurs in the room grew louder; this was no longer a bidding war, but more like a declaration of sovereignty.

"Two million one hundred thousand."

"Two and a half million." Ye Tian raised his paddle again, announcing a round number.

His face was expressionless, his eyes fixed intently on the surveying instrument on the platform, seemingly oblivious to the gazes and whispers around him.

The lynx sitting to his right had its brows furrowed tightly.

His hands, resting on his knees, had knuckles that were slightly white.

Ye Tian's reckless price-raising tactics completely disrupted his plans.

Their goal is to get the goods, not to be a money-giving child!

"Two million six hundred thousand." A calm female voice came from the call center.

The lynx finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Just as Ye Tian was about to raise his hand again, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Tian's wrist!

"Boss Ye, please control the pace!"

Even though we'll reimburse you in the end, you still need to bid fairly!

The lynx's voice was squeezed out from between its teeth, extremely low, yet carrying a hint of warning.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Ye Tian looked coldly at the lynx.

"Don't forget, you are the ones asking me for a favor now. If you can't afford it, you don't have to pay."

Get lost, don't delay my auction!

Ye Tian snorted coldly and glared sharply at the lynx.

The lynx instinctively released its grip.

"Two million seven hundred thousand." The telephone order desk made another bid.

The auctioneer turned his gaze toward Ye Tian, ​​his expression questioning.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes focused on Ye Tian, ​​waiting to see if he would raise the price again.

"Four million." Ye Tian casually raised the bidding paddle.

"Whoosh!"

The entire audience immediately erupted in commotion.

It jumped from 2.7 million to 4 million!

This is no longer a bidding war; this is asserting sovereignty against the anonymous buyer on the other end of the phone!

There was silence on the other end of the call center.

The auctioneer had to repeat, "Four million! Mr. No. 77 has bid four million! Any higher bids?"

The lynx's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He glared fiercely at Ye Tian, ​​his chest heaving violently, clearly trying to suppress his anger.

The hyena on the other side tensed up, and its hand inside its coat twitched slightly.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Wang Yuyan's eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual.

She clearly remembered the two Asian men with distinctive features who had been keeping a close eye on Ye Tian's movements.

At the moment when Ye Tian announced the astronomical price of four million US dollars, causing a stir throughout the room, one of them very naturally turned sideways, quietly left his seat, and headed towards the emergency exit on the side of the auction hall.

His movements were fluid and went unnoticed by anyone except Wang Yuyan, who was constantly observing.

That man is very likely a contact person inside Ye Tian Antique City, or someone who has connections with the Wang family.

His departure may have been to prepare for the next move.

At the same time, she looked at the auction table again.

Under the spotlight, in the center of the rusted compass of the surveying instrument, was a dark blue-gray gem the size of a pigeon's egg.

At that moment, the light happened to pass by at a certain angle, and the exterior of the gemstone flashed a reflection in a regular geometric shape that was not something a natural gemstone should have!

Wang Yuyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Records in ancient Wang family books state that some sophisticated antique-making techniques involve using special processes to implant extremely small crystal structures into the exterior of gemstones in order to simulate the spirituality of certain lost gemstones.

Could this faint glow mean the gemstone is fake?

But if it's a fake, Ye Tian couldn't possibly not be able to tell, so why would he spend so much money to buy it?

Is there some secret hidden here?

"Four million, for the first time!"

The auctioneer's voice pulled her back to reality.

On the other end of the call line, that calm female voice finally rang out again: "Four and a half million."

The atmosphere inside the arena became even more tense.

"Six million!" Ye Tian raised the price without hesitation.

Buying a piece of junk that I don't even know what use it is for six million?

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The call center remained silent.

The auctioneer excitedly shouted, "Six million! Mr. No. 77 has bid six million! Any higher bids?"

Lynx's eye twitched violently, and he growled angrily at the teammate beside him:

"Is he insane? Six million US dollars for this junk? We need to stop him, or we won't be able to explain ourselves to the boss when we get back!"

Just then!

"Clatter!"

The magnificent crystal chandelier at the top of the auction hall flickered twice without warning, and then the light suddenly went out.

Immediately afterwards, all the auxiliary spotlights were also turned off!