Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again-Chapter 650: Over Thirty Million

The starting bid for the hairpin Shen Jue was entrusted to bid on was just over four hundred thousand. Three other ladies placed a few bids, but seeing that Shen Jue was determined to get it, they didn’t continue, and finally, Shen Jue got it for less than two million.

Rong Qingqing took a look and understood why Shen Jue had to personally attend.

If it weren’t for Shen Jue coming himself, this hairpin would’ve been a hot competition.

With Shen Jue there in person, most people saw how determined he was and, after a couple of bids, ceded to him.

Rong Qingqing rubbed her chin, thinking these people were quite discerning.

After Shen Jue finished signing the paperwork, Rong Qingqing scooted over and whispered, "Is it always this easy and quick for you to bid on things? Will no one compete with you for that painting later?"

Shen Jue couldn’t hold back a laugh, "Do they think I’m some kind of local king?"

Shen Jue shook his head, "To most people attending the auction, this hairpin is just a trinket they fancy, it has no real collection value. Since I want it, they’re happy to let me have it. But that famous painting, you’ll see later."

Initially, Rong Qingqing deeply suspected that Shen Jue was putting on airs.

Later, when the bidding for the painting reached thirty million, Rong Qingqing was not feeling very well.

Shen Jue kept bidding, and since Rong Qingqing wanted it, Shen Jue was determined to get it.

In normal times, Rong Qingqing would’ve already pushed Shen Jue’s hand down.

But the System specified they needed it.

"You’re really something, last time it was one million, now it’s jumped straight to over thirty million, System, you’re getting carried away."

Rong Qingqing sneered repeatedly, "I underestimated your game."

Rong Qingqing thought it would at most be a little over ten million this time.

"Host, why are you angry? Look, your man is happily bidding on a painting for you! Ten thousand hours, you won’t get ripped off or fooled."

"Wouldn’t buying gold for over thirty million be better?" Rong Qingqing asked, "To buy a painting I can’t even appreciate?"

"What’s important isn’t what you buy, it’s the way your man spends money for you—isn’t it handsome?" the System asked.

"I used to think you were Shen Jue’s high-level henchman System, now I suspect you’ve upgraded—into a trash System draining Shen Jue’s wallet."

System: "..."

Let the Host think whatever they want, anyway, none are correct.

The System went silent and wouldn’t respond to Rong Qingqing’s flowers regardless.

Finally, the painting was secured by Shen Jue for thirty-six million five hundred thousand.

Watching Shen Jue pay, Rong Qingqing felt her heart bleeding.

But upon hearing the System announce task completion, Rong Qingqing felt slightly comforted.

"Congratulations Host on completing the task; task reward: ten thousand hours of life span."

"System automatically deducts ten thousand hours to offset debt; Host currently owes fifty thousand hours, keep it up!"

The little comfort she felt was instantly wiped away, and Rong Qingqing suddenly felt unwell again.

"Why the expression?" Shen Jue finished signing and turned to see Rong Qingqing’s constipated look, slightly amused, "Weren’t you just sneakily smiling?"

"How do you know that? Got eyes on the back of your head?" Rong Qingqing rubbed her face.

"Ears caught the sound of your delight," Shen Jue ruffled Rong Qingqing’s head, "Want anything else? If not, let’s go."

He could even hear those mere seconds of joy, what sharp ears he has.

Rong Qingqing shook her head, just this one painting already cost over thirty million, her heart was bleeding, let alone buying anything else.