I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 91 Something feels off.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Locke gave it a hard bang, almost breaking the hammer in his hand.

This price is somewhat stifling, even somewhat dangerous.

Although this is a top private exchange in Boston, it is rare for such a high price to be achieved. The last time this price was achieved was a year ago, when a top work by Jean-Honoré Fragonard, a masterpiece of Rococo art, was auctioned.

But now, the situation seems to be getting a little out of control.

"Is this kid eyeing Lowell?"

"So, what do you think? Do you think Lowell will go for it?"

"I think so, they're Lowell, after all!"

"Yes, if they can't even outbid a down-on-his-luck old nobleman at the auction, then we shouldn't let them come to the club next time."

At this moment, Lowell's face turned green. He never dreamed that Luther would raise the price by 80,000 and ask for 200,000 in one go!

Two hundred thousand!

This is a full two hundred thousand!

This is provocation; this is simply disgusting!

Keep in mind that even a painting by Van Gogh would only fetch ten or twenty thousand at most. Only the most top-tier artworks could possibly break that price barrier.

The two sides had bid so hard for a small Catholic box that Lowell felt it wasn't worth it, but he couldn't give up because the other Wasps were watching.

If they can't even beat an old nobleman this time, it only means that the entire Lowell family is useless, which is absolutely intolerable for the Lowell father and son.

Thinking of this, he looked at his father, Lowell II, who also gave him a firm look.

"Two hundred and one thousand!" Lowell called out again.

He originally wanted to follow Luther's example and directly ask for 250,000 or something, but after thinking about it again, he gave up the idea.

What if this guy can't keep up and the price stops at 210,000? Wouldn't I be able to save 40,000 US dollars?

But he clearly underestimated Luther's determination to amass wealth. Without even looking up, he continued, "Three hundred thousand."

This caused an uproar in the venue; the crowd erupted in excitement and whispered among themselves.

"This kid's gone mad!"

"This guy's after Lowell!"

"I've also realized that he wants to humiliate the other person in front of everyone."

"My God, three hundred thousand... I haven't seen anything like this in a long time, except in New York."

"The last time it was this price was for that Rockefeller kid, who borrowed 200 million from his father, supposedly to buy Chinese porcelain."

"The Lowells have no way out; they absolutely cannot admit defeat today!"

"But don't worry too much, Lowell is very rich, he can afford to pay the price."

Just as the audience predicted, Lowell turned pale and became even angrier, but still called out a price of 31.

After calling out the price, he glared fiercely at Luther and said:

"You know perfectly well this thing isn't worth that much, yet you still ask for such a high price. What exactly do you want?!"

Upon hearing this, Luther smiled faintly and said to Lowell, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just don't want to lose to you..."

To generate a large amount of gold coins, you need to maximize the opponent's anger and make them lose their temper.

Sure enough, Luther made it sound so casual, but Lowell couldn't hold back his words on the spot.

"You don't want to lose to me?!"

Lowell's face turned from white to green, veins bulged on his forehead, and he looked like an enraged bull.

He could no longer maintain his feigned gentlemanly demeanor, slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and roared at Luther's nose:

"You gigolo German! Who do you think you are? If it weren't for that Irish nouveau riche Joseph supporting you, you'd be nothing more than a homeless vagrant who can't even afford to eat!"

A live-in son-in-law! A complete and utter live-in son-in-law! A lowly person who climbed up the social ladder by relying on women, does he even dare to put on airs in front of me?

Your family has been destined to lick shoe soles for generations! Today I'll show you that Boston has never been a place for impoverished Germans like you to run wild!

His spittle almost splashed onto Luther's face, and the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze.

But it didn't work; there was only a few seconds of silence before Luther's voice rang out again.

"Four hundred thousand..." Luther calmly raised the price again.

"you!"

Lowell paused, as if choked by something, and let out a muffled growl.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face turned from red to white, and his whole body trembled slightly.

The number reached a height he had never imagined: 400,000.

The number felt as heavy as a hammer blow, slamming into his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.

Even Boston's top rich kids would find it hard to afford this price.

He has already run out of cash, and even with the temporary assistance from old Lowell, this is the most he can get.

The father and son looked embarrassed, while Luther, on the other hand, seemed completely calm and collected.

He wasn't really worried. Even if Lowell stopped following him, he had his own ways of dealing with it, since he was the seller after all.

"You...you're insane! Absolutely insane!" Lowell practically screamed, his voice completely distorted. "This damn box isn't even worth four hundred thousand! You're just deliberately trying to mess with me!"

His eyes reddened, and he turned around abruptly to look at his father, only to see that old Lowell's face was also ashen, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

That seemed to be telling him, "Stop following, just leave it at that."

But after all, it's Lowell; how could she bear such an injustice? She's never suffered such an injustice in her life.

Admit defeat?

In front of so many people in Boston, in front of these old money guys, would he really admit defeat to a son-in-law he looked down on?

It would be better to let him crawl out from here; this is absolutely unacceptable.

Lowell couldn't care less about anything else; he had to win today!

"Forty-one..." He practically forced out the words through gritted teeth, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Luther's calm voice.

"Five hundred thousand."

The entire room fell silent.

Lowell opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

His hand hung in mid-air, trembling, but instead of falling down, he raised it again.

"Six hundred thousand!!!"

This time, he was utterly enraged and completely lost his mind. He wanted nothing more than to tear the guy in front of him to pieces, and he shouted out such an outrageous price just to overwhelm the other party with his imposing manner.

But the next moment, to everyone's surprise, Luther, who had been challenging Lowell all along, surprisingly said he was giving up.

He turned around, squinted, and smiled, "Six hundred thousand, so it's yours."

Lowell paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Locke Lang did not hesitate and immediately slammed his hammer down.

"Six hundred thousand, sold!"

Luther added insult to injury: "Mr. Lowell, you're not going to back out of this deal, are you?"

Half an hour later, on the way back, little Lowell recalled what had just happened and couldn't help but frown:

"Father, something feels off..."

P.S.: In 1927, Van Gogh was not yet famous. His works would not fetch astronomical prices until 1986. However, at that time, there was indeed a great trend of collecting European antiques in the United States.