She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620: The Cloud Auction

Benson took the glass of wine handed to him and downed it in one go. The gesture prompted the two to glance at each other.

Gracie absentmindedly played with her goblet, interestedly examining the blood-red liquid within.

She slowly spoke, "Young man, this wine packs quite a punch. Drinking it like this can easily lead to intoxication."

"Not your concern."

"Tsk tsk, is this how you talk to your elders?"

Gracie raised the goblet with a faint smile, her red lips pursed as she took a sip. She closed her eyes, savoring the slightly bitter and astringent taste spreading across her tongue. Miraculously, after swallowing, she experienced an unprecedented hint of sweetness. This was the charm of wine – bitter first, then sweet. Tasting wine was not just about savoring the drink; it was about savoring life, and even more so, the journey of life.

After both had calmed down, Sam finally mentioned the purpose of calling them out – the map.

"It's been almost two months. Haven't you found the map?" He asked in a cold tone.

Benson, looking troubled, shook his head and replied in a chilly voice, "It's not that I haven't looked, but Cheyenne has been suffering from memory loss and hardly remembers anything."

Gracie and Sam exchanged glances. Sam tapped the table rhythmically with a slender finger.

"Is there a way to stimulate her memory recovery quickly?"

"There is."

The exquisite woman affirmed, "That would be-hypnosis!"

As she spoke, Gracie suddenly placed her goblet on the table. The bottom of the cup collided with the tabletop, emitting a faint sound.

Hypnosis?

Benson's hand, hidden beneath the table, clenched into a fist. He had a question at the tip of his tongue, but for some unknown reason, he swallowed it.

Tomorrow would be the final stage of the competition, with other contestants busy studying medicine. Cheyenne, however, accompanied by Yvonne, Jay, and Connor, headed to the Cloud Auction in Onistead.

It was renowned as the most distinctive auction in the country. Anything you brought could be sold as long as there was a buyer. From boring northern black soil to the air, even worn socks... Even a single strand of hair could be given a price tag.

It featured high-end creative solutions, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, medicinal materials, and some world-renowned jewelry. Only those with VIP membership could enter for trading. However, VIP membership for the Cloud Auction was not easily obtained; at the very least, it had to be a first-class player.

Membership was divided according to the money earned from the auction. 100 million could reach Level 1, 1 billion for Level 2, from 2 billion to 5 billion for Level 3, and from 5 billion to 10 billion for Level 4. Level 5 was from 10 billion to 50 billion, Level 6 was from 50 billion to 100 billion, and those above 100 billion were esteemed guests.

So far, the entire Cloud Auction membership had expanded to over forty thousand people nationwide, with no more than ten esteemed guests. Behind them lay mystery and power, making people curious.

When she took out her VIP card, surrounding passersby, including Yvonne and Connor, were stunned. Was their new master this wealthy?

Cheyenne fell into deep thought. In her fragmented and vague memories, when they gave her the card, it was just Level 1. However, when she swiped the card at the door earlier, she found that the number on it had changed to "2. 8". So now she was definitely at Level 2, about to ascend to Level 3.

The security guards, who initially looked down on them, as they were dressed in the most ordinary clothes, forced a bright smile.

"Please come in," he said.

Cheyenne ignored him, raised her legs coldly and headed towards the venue.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

As an auctioneer, she had been in this business for almost ten years and could tell at a glance that the jade pendant was top-grade imperial green.

The carving and design were also clever, and the minimum bid of the it would be over 300 million.

With a one percent commission, her commission could be as high as tens of thousands.

Shortly after, an old man in a black suit and matching pants appeared in front of the crowd.

He had long hair braided into a twist behind his head.

The end of the twist was tied with a piece of goose-yellow tassel, swaying with each step and drawing attention.

Jay quietly tugged at her clothes and whispered in a childish voice, "Master, why does this old man look like a big girl with a braid?"

His voice happened to be heard by Freddie, and a pair of displeased eyes looked over, scaring Jay into closing his mouth.

This old man had a fierce glare.

He didn't look like a kind person at all.

Cheyenne pulled him closer to her and raised her head to explain to Freddie, "Children say what they like. You're well into old age, so don't argue with a child."

With that, Freddie raised her chin arrogantly and hummed.