With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu tapped her knee again with her fingertips.

"Seventeen, tell me, how long has it been since we parted?"

"It's been over a year, host." Seventeen's energy aura fluctuated slightly within her sleeve. "I didn't expect him to actually return to his homeland."

"I thought he had settled down in the port city."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept over the figure again. The silver coin flipped between the other person's fingers; back in Hong Kong, he and a group of men in black had been watching her the whole time.

"Shen Muyan has never mentioned him to me during all these trips to Hong Kong."

"I guess this person has returned to their home country and no longer poses a threat."

"Um."

"Host," Seventeen's voice lowered, "back then in Hong Kong, he issued numerous warrants for your arrest and hunted you down. These are both old and new grudges against him."

"What suggestions do you have?"

"Get him."

Jiang Zhiyu was almost amused by those two words, but she managed to hold it in and kept her face buried in her small handbag, pretending to tidy up her things.

"You're becoming more and more like me."

"This isn't my doing," Seventeen snorted, "it's all thanks to your teachings, host."

……

Jiang Zhiyu's mental energy had not left the Henry family seat. She could clearly see the young woman in front of White, who was now slightly turned to the side.

She didn't turn around, but spoke in a very soft, short voice, which only White behind her could hear.

"White."

"Yes, madam."

"Keep an eye on it."

"Yes."

"Last time you suffered a setback in the port city, causing us to lose that bronze artifact. This time, several pieces from our collection had to be auctioned off by the head of the family. Write down who won each and every one of these items."

White paused for a moment while playing with the silver coins.

"Yes."

"Especially those who overestimate their abilities."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu slightly raised her eyelids.

Overestimating one's abilities.

These four characters are quite interesting.

The woman continued speaking, her voice still very low.

"If it weren't for the incident in Country M, which required the family to pay a large sum in compensation, there would have been no need to bring out these bronze artifacts. Fortunately, they were all recently acquired, so the family head isn't too concerned and will let those overconfident individuals bid on them first."

There was a brief pause.

"I'm afraid they'll have the money to bid, but not the life to claim the prize."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly.

Seventeen exclaimed "Ah!" in her mind.

"Host."

"I'm listening."

"This behavior is exactly the same as back in Hong Kong." Seventeen's voice was full of anger. "Back then, you won that bronze tripod. They brazenly tried to steal it, and ended up suffering a great loss at your hands, returning home bruised and battered. And now they're doing the same thing."

"I guess that's why he was transferred back to the family headquarters—he was very dissatisfied with White because of this. Now that he's in charge of the auction, he'll definitely do his best to perform well."

Jiang Zhiyu slowly placed the small handbag back on her lap, sat up straighter, and listened attentively.

The Henry family had long been wary of people trying to take advantage of the museum's success, so they simply put a batch of their recent collections, which they didn't care about, on the auction as bait.

Whoever wins the bid, it's on their tab. After the auction ends, send people to hunt them down, stealing what they need and silencing the witnesses. This way, they can both use the public's "eager to cash out" rhetoric to boost liquidity and eliminate potential rivals.

clever.

To a normal person, it appears to be an impeccable series of moves.

Unfortunately—

This does not apply to Jiang Zhiyu.

Seventeen had also thought of this, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Host, shall we bid on this square pot?"

What do you think?

"Take a picture!"

"Oh! Aren't you afraid of their coordinated attacks?"

"They only deserve to call it a series of moves if they can snatch it away." Seventeen's wings fluttered gently inside her sleeve. "Besides, this square pot is exactly what we're looking for. If someone else buys it, we'll have to go through all that trouble again. It's easier to just buy it ourselves."

"That's what I think too."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze returned to the podium.

The auctioneer had taken the bronze square pot from its box and placed it in the center of the display stand. Under the light, the bronze surface gleamed with a warm, dark sheen, its patterns clear, though its exact age was indiscernible.

The Asian faces in the audience fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyu's mental energy swept across the entire room, quickly assessing the bidding competitors.

There were many eager to make a move at the venue tonight, but few eager to buy. Most buyers wouldn't dare touch such a valuable piece as the Fanghu – because everyone knows that taking on a hot potato at this time usually doesn't end well.

—Except for those who don't know the inside story, genuinely like it, or are truly unafraid.

"Host, those who don't know the inside story have a low chance of getting in; those who can enter this auction are all seasoned veterans."

I might genuinely like one or two, but I'll only be a runner-up for a few rounds at most.

"We're probably the only ones who aren't afraid."

Starting bid: £80,000.

The old gentleman tapped the door lightly with his small hammer.

"Has anyone made a bid?"

A brief silence fell over the room.

A few seconds later, an Eastern businessman sitting in the middle left cautiously raised his sign.

"Eighty-five thousand."

"Ninety thousand."

Jiang Zhiyu gently lifted her card.

The old gentleman's gaze swept over, and he nodded slightly.

"Miss in the corner, 90,000. Anyone bidding higher?"

"Ninety-five thousand." The wealthy businessman from the East gritted his teeth and added another sum.

"One hundred thousand." Jiang Zhiyu said calmly.

"100,000 per time, is there any price increase?"

The room fell silent.

The wealthy Eastern businessman hesitated for a few seconds, quietly put down the sign, and shook his head.

The old gentleman raised his small hammer high.

"One hundred thousand pounds for the first time."

"Ten thousand pounds, a second time."

Jiang Zhiyu felt White's gaze fixed on her.

That gaze lingered on her for three seconds, scanning her from head to toe.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyu has a mixed-race appearance, with Eurasian features, long wavy hair, blue contact lenses, and is dressed elegantly, but her specific identity is unknown.

She could imagine what White was thinking right now.

"One hundred thousand pounds for the third time."

"Smack."

The hammer fell.

"make a deal."

Jiang Zhiyu bowed slightly to the old gentleman.

Seventeen suppressed a laugh from inside her sleeve.

"Host."

"Um."

"White's gaze is so blatant, it's practically burning a hole through you."

Jiang Zhiyu slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"Look, this is business delivered right to our door."