Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1303 Niu Niu's Checkbook

Everyone present turned to look when they heard the sound. They saw a tall, slender young man in a white suit holding a baby girl, followed by an old man in a blue robe.

They strolled leisurely into the auction hall, the little girl holding up a number paddle – it was number one.

This immediately sparked a flurry of discussion, with everyone speculating about the identity of this young man from the East. How could he possibly be holding number one?

Da Bao carried Niu Niu and sat down in the first seat of the first row, while Uncle Qing stood in the corner with his hands in his sleeves, waiting for Da Bao to call him.

Henry Macmillan squinted at the young man from the East. Just as Anthony was about to stand up and speak, Henry Macmillan stopped him and shook his head.

John Davis, not wanting to lose face in front of Nomasab, slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair and stood up.

"Easterner, what do you want to do? This is Europe, our white people's territory. It's not your place to let a child run wild here."

Da Bao said leisurely.

"I've heard that Sotheby's is the most impartial auction house. Don't you consider whether a person is rich or poor when you hold an auction? Do you also consider skin color?"

Despite John Davis's immense wealth, Sotheby's deals with the global market, and a mere billionaire is hardly a threat to them.

The auctioneer said with a stern face.

“Mr. Davis, if you are a racist, please leave. Our Sotheby’s auction house operates on the principle that as long as you have money, you are our God, our customer, regardless of race or skin color.”

Besides, given your status, you are not qualified to act recklessly at Sotheby's auction house.

John Davis's face turned bright red. He hadn't expected that even a junior auctioneer at Sotheby's wouldn't show him any mercy, especially in front of the woman he was pursuing.

However, he was well aware that he was indeed far from Sotheby's auction house, so he didn't dare to retort and could only sit down dejectedly.

John Davis glanced at Norma Sabu, who was sitting next to him, looking at Da Bao with great interest.

John Davis gritted his teeth and raised his number.

"Two million and fifty thousand pounds."

The auction then continued.

Before he finished speaking, Niu Niu raised her number again and shouted in a clear and loud voice.

Five million pounds.

The auctioneer was a little embarrassed. He looked at Da Bao, who shrugged and spread his hands.

"What's wrong? A bunch of poor bastards, wanting to buy things but afraid to spend money, adding ten thousand or fifty thousand to the price. If you want to buy things, you should do it like my sister. If you like something, you should show the value of the necklace."

The entire auction house fell silent. Everyone here was worth over a million pounds, but spending five million pounds on a necklace? That was a joke.

Anthony's face also flushed red. Da Bao's words were an overreaction, as his father was a shareholder of Standard Chartered Bank. What do banks do? They print money. Even someone like him was being called a poor wretch. This was something no one could tolerate.

Henry Macmillan could never see through this young man from the East. He was an extremely deep-thinking person, a trait he inherited from his father. He stopped Anthony and silently shook his head.

John Davis couldn't hold back any longer; he jumped up and roared.

"Sir, please watch your words. Everyone here is an elite of England, and you are not allowed to insult them."

Da Bao glanced at him sideways.

"If you think I'm wrong, then please keep raising the price. Why this impotent rage?"

John Davis gritted his teeth and turned to the auctioneer.

“Miss, I demand that this gentleman verify his funds. I don’t believe he has that much money to pay. He’s just sending a little girl to cause trouble at the auction.”

Niu Niu's eyes widened as she looked at the auctioneer.

“I have money, I really have money,”

With a wave of her hand, Uncle Qing walked over with small, quick steps. When Henry saw this servant, his eyes became even sharper. Most Europeans see Asians the same way, unless they are people with strong observation skills, like Henry Macmillan, who could tell at a glance that Uncle Qing was different from others.

This servant is clearly castrated. My goodness, apart from that mysterious ancient country in the East, no other country deserves to have such a servant.

Now, Da Bao's identity became even more mysterious in his eyes.

Uncle Qing handed Niu Niu her little schoolbag with both hands. This schoolbag was specially made by Da Bao. It was a pure cowhide schoolbag with both shoulders, modeled after the kind that students in later generations would carry.

Niu Niu opened her schoolbag and took things out one by one. The Sotheby's auctioneer was indeed very professional; she waited for Niu Niu with a smile the whole time.

When she saw Niu Niu finally take out a pen and a checkbook, her expression changed, and everyone present changed as well. These were all well-informed people who usually carried checkbooks in their pockets.

Of course, I know that the checks Niu Niu took out were Standard Chartered Bank traveler's checks, which have no upper limit and are payable on demand. Regardless of whether there is money in the account, the bank will cover it all.

Anthony was stunned. He recalled an amusing story his father had told at the dinner table a few days earlier.

Standard Chartered Bank's stock has always been the highest, but a few days ago, the CEO suddenly convened a board meeting and clearly pointed out that the bank's largest shareholder had changed.

However, this shareholder did not participate in the bank's management. To compensate, the bank issued the largest checkbook, and the president stamped all the checks. Look at the traveler's checks that the little girl took out; they have black and gold dragon patterns on them, proving that this is the largest checkbook.

Anthony dared not speak. Clearly, this young man and the little girl were connected to that mysterious major shareholder, someone he couldn't afford to offend.

The little girl was lying on the chair, counting on her fingers to figure out how many zeros she needed to write. The auctioneer quickly got down, squatted down next to her, and smiled as he helped her calculate how many zeros she needed to write.

Da Bao didn't care at all. He crossed his legs and lazily watched Niu Niu and the auctioneer.

Niu Niu wrote the check herself in a crooked hand, tore it up, gave it to the auctioneer, and even thoughtfully asked him a question.

"Sister, do you have enough money? If not, I'll write you more."

Everyone loves Niu Niu's adorable appearance. The auctioneer glanced at Da Bao and quickly smiled.

"That's enough, definitely enough, little sister. Take pictures of whatever you like."

Niu Niu nodded vigorously and pried her fingers open.

"Buy the best for my sister-in-law, then for my sister Susanna, and this necklace is for my mother."

Da Bao affectionately patted her little head...