"Now what is auctioned is the pipe Einstein used before, with his signature on it."
When Julian opened the red cloth on the glass showcase, a scream came from the banquet hall.
Watson also picked up the telescope and carefully looked at the cigarette pipe. It was an ordinary jujube wood pipe, and there was a row of dense teeth marks on the tip of the cigarette, which proved that it was indeed a used pipe.
In the middle of the pipe, there was a line of signature: "Einstein!"
Seeing that everyone was eager to have a try, Watson shook her head. Einstein was indeed great, but he couldn’t have sighed his pipe. Who would give his used pipe to others with signature?
So, the heir of the pipe must be lying.
Julian seemed to have seen through the guests' doubts. She took out a certificate and said,
"These are the notarization results of four historical experts."
"They think the signature is true. It is indeed Einstein's signature."
A group of interested people was rubbing their hands together. It was known to all that Einstein was a fan of pipes.
When Einstein was recruited as a lifelong member by a smoking club in Montreal, he told people, "I believe smoking with a pipe can make us have a more calm and objective judgment on the things in the world."
No matter what, with Einstein's signature on it, the cigarette pipe immediately became extraordinary.
Looking at the heated atmosphere, Julian let out a sigh of relief. All the guests were rich and powerful socialites. It was her first time to host such a valuable auction, which was no different from a challenge for her.
If it couldn't cause a sensation, it was her dereliction of duty.
So, she had to be perfect from the very beginning. Every auction item was carefully selected.
Now it seemed that the first auction item had become a hot topic.
"The starting price is 1 million. Now the bidding begins!"
Watson habitually raised the card, "1 million and 10 thousand!"
Return rate: about 2 times!
Just one cigarette pipe that Einstein might have used was worth 2 million. Watson thought that the rich people were all rich and idle. Why not use 2 million for something else.
His former boss David and his wife Sophia were also invited. At this time, David also noticed the price caller Watson.
For David, Watson was a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.
He always thought that this fellow would slowly fade out of his sight, but Watson would always appear in front of him again when he was about to forget this person.
Every time he saw the news or interview of Watson, his head would ache.
The last time when he saw Watson and the police kill 20 gangsters together, David's scalp tingled. Perhaps he had done too much wrong, he was always afraid of being retaliated by Watson.
He was jealous. Why was this guy always so lucky? He found big loopholes again and again and was about to surpass him.
He could have comforted himself that Watson was just a pauper. Although he had slept with his woman, he still gained the upper hand.
In the past, he could still be complacent about the wealth that Watson could not earn all his life, and comfort his injured heart.
But now, Watson is quickly accumulating wealth in the treasure hunting market. David’s pride is gone, and there is only distorted jealousy left.
Why could a worker climb up to him? How could he be surpassed by a worker who worked for him?
Who knew how much he had done to become today’s David?
Why? A man who worked for him could earn more by luck than him.
The distorted jealousy triumphed over his fear of Watson. He smiled gently and said to the wrinkled Sophia beside him, "Honey, I like this pipe very much. It has Einstein's signature. I can show off my new collection to my business friends in the future."
"Well, since you like it, let's buy it. But you have to be more active when you go back tonight."
David couldn't help shivering when he heard the woman's words. Thinking of the old woman's quirks, he felt sick, but he still nodded and said, "I will do whatever you want."
Hearing this, the lady nodded with satisfaction. She raised her card and said, "1 million and 500 thousand!"
"1 million and 500 thousand once. Is there any higher price?" Julian's voice immediately rose to a higher level. 1 million 500 thousand had already exceeded her expected price.
Sophia didn't know Watson, but Watson knew Sophia.
This lady was the widow of an old aristocrat. She was in charge of a large amount of wealth and had an exceptionally rich family.
David got the initial fund for starting a business by sleeping with this old woman.
In the past, Watson had done a lot of private things for David, so he had known the existence of the lady behind David.
Looking at the gentle David beside the lady, Watson immediately knew what David was thinking.
He immediately raised his card and said, "2 million!"
All the guests present whispered. 2 million was not a big sum of money for them, but there were only two possibilities for them to spend so much money on a decorative pipe. Either they were Einstein's fanatic fans, or they were super fans of pipes and this pipe had a special meaning for them.
Everyone looked at Sophia, wondering if this lady would continue to give a higher price.