"Seems like rumors can't be trusted."
Zhen Jinghan frowned slightly and said, "They all say Bi Junxian is different from other rich kids, but now it seems he also has that 'dad-sabotaging' nature."
"This has nothing to do with rumors," Zhao Guo'an chid in, "He just hasn't t old Xiao earlier. If he had t old Xiao earlier, he'd have started sabotaging his dad long ago."
"What do you an by that?" The little girl wasn't happy and said, "Why does a rich kid eting brother Xiao Feng an they'll sabotage their dad? Make yourself clear!"
Zhao Guo'an chuckled softly, saying, "Do I even need to say anything? It's obvious."
"Fine, you're not gonna say it?" The little girl nodded, looking at Zhen Jinghan, "Jinghan sis, you don't know, old Zhao has quite the heavy taste, he's eaten..."
Zhao Guo'an hurried forward to stop her, "Little lady, didn't we agree not to bring that up?"
Xiao Feng didn't pay attention to the noise behind him because Bi Quan was staring at him fiercely at that mont.
The two stood there, one tall and one short, staring at each other, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Bi Quan spoke first, "Young man, the world is small, I'll rember you."
It wasn't that he couldn't stand Xiao Feng's gaze, but keeping his neck up like that is uncomfortable for anyone, especially for soone Bi Quan's age; he couldn't keep it up much longer.
Xiao Feng shrugged indifferently, "As long as you rember."
After speaking, he sat down in a calm manner, as if nothing had happened.
Bi Junxian, finally coming back to his senses, started to explain, "Dad, actually I..."
"No need to say anything further, no matter how influential he might be, we're not pushovers; worst-case, we'll fight to the end." Bi Quan said coldly.
He runs a film company, inevitably linked to the entertainnt industry, and if push ca to shove, he could stir public opinion to blow up the situation.
Of course, that's on the premise that the opposition is stronger than him; if they're weaker, that simplifies things imnsely.
At the mont, without question, the ones feeling most stifled are Bi Junxian and Bi Quan.
Conversely, the one happiest is undoubtedly Hong Ren.
This old monk never dread a relic's single price could reach forty million, surpassing expectations by an unimaginable margin!
Hong Ren even thought, declaring the auction over now wouldn't be a problem.
Precisely because of this, thinking about how there are four more relics to sell, the old monk almost couldn't contain his laughter.
And all of this was thanks to the person upstairs who was casually drinking tea—Xiao Feng.
As he cald down, Hong Ren said, "Next, we will continue to seek auspicious bidders for the relics, with an unchanged starting price of three million. All benefactors may bid."
However, after a while, no one made an offer, seemingly intimidated by the previous eighty million for two relics, contemplating an appropriate bid.
"Ten million!"
Guan Huarong raised the number plate in his hand; this ti, he didn't say ambiguous warnings like before.
However, upon shouting his bid, he glanced at Xiao Feng on the second floor, his eyes carrying a aningful look.
Honestly, recalling the bidding process and considering Bi Quan and Bi Junxian's defeated state carefully afterward,
Guan Huarong had begun to suspect there was so secret collusion between Hong Ren and the people upstairs.
But this suspicion is hard to prove; standing out rashly would only disadvantage himself.
So, after pondering back and forth, Guan Huarong decided to act low-key, pretending he hadn't noticed anything and just bidding normally.
"Brother Xiao Feng, do you want to outbid them?" The little girl looked eager, still not satisfied with the thrill of bidding.
Xiao Feng shook his head, indicating he wasn't continuing to bid.
The saying goes to quit after two, and having twice started bidding and then walked away halfway is enough to make people uneasy, especially when both tis it's the biggest tycoons here who were troubled.
Under such prerequisites, the little girl just needs to shout, and imdiately no one dares speak up; the deal would utterly collapse.
As for the relic being auctioned by Guan Huarong for ten million, Xiao Feng felt it didn't matter much; let him take it.
"The look Guan Huarong gave was rather intriguing," Lin Zhiyan said slowly, "He may have sensed there's sothing fishy between us and Hong Ren."
Xiao Feng chuckled, "Not just him, Bi Quan might realize it too, but... even if he notices sothing's off, so what?"
That one sentence showcased his absolute dominance and indifference!
Indeed, so what?
Back in Jiangcheng, Xiao Feng was able to bring the Shen Group from its peak to bankruptcy; could Bi Quan and Guan Huarong be any stronger than the Shen Group?
At the end of the day, talking tough without capability is arrogance without knowing the limits of the sky.
Having capability ans you're confident!
And objectively speaking, Xiao Feng's current confidence seed over the top, sowhat providing a sense of arrogance.
But now, holding the ability to defeat soone as legendary as Uesugi Yumi with eighteen Martial Monks, who could say he doesn't have reason to be inflated?
...
Unsurprisingly, the fourth relic was taken by Guan Huarong for ten million.
However, this set a benchmark.
Although the starting price remained unchanged at three million, bidding below ten million was clearly impossible.
Guan Huarong, a figure like the God of Wealth, bought it for ten million, and anyone who bids below it might earn his ire.
If Guan Huarong was determined to sabotage soone, only a handful in attendance could truly ignore him.
"Let's go, there's nothing worth seeing anymore." Xiao Feng finished his half cup of tea, stood up, and headed downstairs.
Now, this auction seed secure.
In terms of achievents, it may not be unprecedented, but it's certainly unparalleled!
By the latter part, Hong Ren had beco sowhat numb.
After all, having an achievent of auctioning two relics for eighty million sets a precedent, hearing figures like one to two million afterwards felt like drizzles, failing to stir his nerves.
When all the tycoons exited the side hall, Hong Ren sat down on the floor, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and took long to calm down.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Hong Ren let out a long sigh, "Amitabha, my goodness, this ti we've made at least over a billion!"
Behind him, a little monk squatted down, reminding, "Master, don't get too excited too soon; you still have to give twenty percent to those eighteen senior brothers."
"..." Hong Ren.
Indeed, it's not just those eighteen selfish fellows, but also Xiao Feng and his crew, who get twenty percent too.
Thinking of this, Hong Ren began trembling again.
Except this ti, the trembling was from heartache rather than excitent.
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