"Final bid—one hundred and fifty million!"
The crowd gasped. A hundred and fifty million, just like that?
That painting could have gone for fifty million at most, but the price tripled.
People looked around, stunned and speechless. Whispers spread like wildfire from one corner to the other.
"Wait… aren't they not inheriting anything?"
"Where did he get that kind of money?"
"Isn't he only in his teenies?!"
Unfazed, Lu Zi Zhen stepped forward and pulled out his bank card. It was sleek. Black. Embossed with a platinum crest shaped like a 'Crowned Cipher'—simple, elegant, unmistakable.
For a moment, the room went silent with jaws wide open.
Then—
"Wait... Is that—?"
"The Crown Cipher?!"
"Oh my god... I have only heard of that in rumors!"
"Even Lu Zhi Hao doesn't have one of those!"
"The qualifications to get one are insane—you don't apply. They come to you!"
"I heard only five people have it worldwide!"
"That one ain't owned by just anyone."
