CHAPTER 280: CHAPTER 98: OFF THE RAILS (PART 2)

"Damn it," Chang Chi knew she had been too careless this time, which led her to inadvertently lose to that useless woman, Su Ziceng. She angrily walked out of Subi Auction House and saw Hang Yishao walking together with Su Ziceng, although they were not alone. Walking with them was Mr. Terence from Christie’s Auction House.

Mr. Terence was taking out some business cards from his pocket and handing them out to several people present. Tonight, not only had he witnessed a special auction, but he also keenly sensed business opportunities. Mo City, located on the coast of the East Sea in Country Z, and the rising auction industry, meant that this trip’s gains were more than just these.

"Miss Su, I have already discussed the suggestions I just mentioned with Chairman Su earlier, and I sincerely hope that you will consider my advice carefully. This would be best for both of our long-term developments," said Mr. Terence before shaking hands with everyone to bid farewell.

Outside the auction house, it had become quiet. Su Ziceng was still wearing the inner venue’s gown, exposing her shoulders in the air, which, due to the cold, started to shiver from goosebumps.

Her shoulders now bore an added coat, Hang Yishao was standing beside her, gazing at her with an indulgent look that had never been seen before. At this moment, Su Ziceng had not noticed these, her emotions were initially exhilarated by the successful hosting of the auction, then fluctuated dramatically due to Mr. Terence’s proposal.

Chang Mei and Su Qingzhang sat in the back seat of the car, which was driving smoothly. After a day full of ups and downs, even Su Qingzhang, who was experienced in the business world, felt somewhat exhausted.

"That young man who went on stage, do you have some impression of him? I think he looks somewhat familiar," Su Qingzhang searched his memory but found few traces. What shocked him tonight was not the varied tactics of Su Ziceng, but that young man who held a cushion and could easily distort the truth, instantly attracting almost everyone’s attention.

"He is said to be a lecturer from Kelly Women’s College," Chang Mei also pondered for a moment, but did not have much impression. Pello and Ye Taina do not look alike which is why Su Qingzhang and Chang Mei couldn’t find many similarities between the two.

"He seems talented, and I see that the Wen family appreciates him. Think of a way to poach him," Su Qingzhang was always troubled by the lack of someone to take over his business. Su Ziceng would eventually marry away, and with Yang Wuxu’s child in her womb, there would be a lengthy period of gap, during which he needed someone to assist in his business.

"This isn’t urgent. I’ll get in touch with some acquaintances at Kelly, and what do you plan to do about Subi Auction House?" As Subi Auction House was initially managed mostly by Chang Mei, no one knew its details and future prospects better than her.

"What do you think? Christie’s offer is quite substantial," Su Qingzhang commented on this matter in the tone of a businessman.

"Responsible for providing goods globally, plus senior auctioneers, and additional funding of fifty million, only asking for forty-nine percent of the shares, this offer is very tempting," Chang Mei remarked. The main industries of the Su family were still in mainstream sectors such as mining and real estate; it was not feasible to divert too much money and effort into managing an auction house with an uncertain future.

"I am a businessman, a profitable business must be done," Su Qingzhang had declared his final word.

Su Ziceng was sent home by Hang Yishao. The spring night sky at ten o’clock, with stardust like grains of sand. The car window was wide open, and as April had set in, Subi Auction House had won this battle. But before she could be enveloped by joy, she fell into a serious dilemma.

Hang Yishao heard a muffled sigh. The car slowed down, "Ziceng, don’t overthink it." Hang Yishao knew she was still troubled by Mr. Terence’s "shareholding plan."

He didn’t want to see Su Ziceng so troubled. His woman only needed to stay at home and be the young lady of the house every day. Thinking of this, Hang Yishao again spoke with the youthful bravado unique to young men: "With me around, you don’t need to worry about anything."

God knows, this was what Su Ziceng hated the most. She remembered that when they first got married, Hang Yishao had assured Su Qingzhang in exactly this way.

Seeing that Su Ziceng had neither turned her worries into joy nor said a word, Hang Yishao grew more puzzled. He freed up a hand and went to touch Su Ziceng’s forehead. His hand met empty air; Su Ziceng had dodged his hand.

"I’m fine," her tone obviously said otherwise, "I don’t plan to give up Subi Auction House," for some reason, Hang Yishao’s intimate gesture made her somewhat uncomfortable. Su Ziceng firmly stated, as if trying to convince herself.

"Uncle Su won’t agree," Hang Yishao felt awkward for a moment, still withdrew his hand, "From a business perspective, allowing internationally renowned Christie’s Auction House to invest is the right move. They didn’t even propose a buyout but only suggested buying a forty-nine percent stake."

"What I need to do is to keep things running on a normal track," Su Ziceng said these words just as the car stopped at the Su family’s doorstep.

Yes, what she needed to do was to keep Subi Auction House operating on a normal track, so that in ten years, Subi Auction House was still solely owned by the Su family, only then could "Yellow Love" normally appear.

But everything she was doing now seemed again unconventional. Pondering Su Ziceng hadn’t had time to react when her cheek was lightly pecked.

"Don’t think too much," what Hang Yishao was doing now wasn’t ordinary behavior anymore, he was never a tender lover, but wasn’t this precisely what she had long hoped for. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast votes and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)