The employee, who had previously been cold toward Ding Fan, now wore an expression that seed to have changed by magic. In just the blink of an eye, his previously frosty deanor had transford into a face full of smiles.
"Sir, this is the VIP passage. Please, this way!" the employee said respectfully, pointing to the VIP passage nearby.
At this mont, seeing the employee's subservient deanor that was even more pronounced than that of Henry's a mont ago.
Hmm?
Henry, standing by, looked at the employee in disbelief. Ding Fan was dressed plainly, clearly not soone of wealth or status, so why would the employee allow Ding Fan to use the VIP passageway?
It was well known that only the top fifty nas listed on the invitation could use the VIP passage.
"Are you sure you haven't made a mistake, should he be using the VIP passage?" Henry approached the employee and asked.
In Henry's view, allowing Ding Fan to use the VIP passage must've been an error in the employee's part.
"There's no mistake, this gentleman's invitation is for the supre VIP!" the employee said.
Supre VIP?! Henry blinked repeatedly, sowhat puzzled. This was the first ti he had heard of a "supre VIP."
"The so-called 'supre VIPs' are those within the first ten numbers on the invitation list. They are the supre VIPs." Perhaps sensing Henry's confusion, the employee explained.
"The first ten invitations?" Henry was startled, and then turned to look at Ding Fan. Could it be that this man before him held an invitation number within the top ten?
At that mont, Henry glanced at the invitation in the employee's hand.
The employee was handing Ding Fan's invitation over to an assistant, so Henry could see the number clearly written on it. It was unmistakably the number eight!
What the hell! How is that possible!
Henry nearly doubted his own vision. Number eight, that was number eight!
The numbers on these invitations signified one's status. The lower the number, the more distinguished the person's status.
Here he was, a mber of Denmark's Royal Family, and he only held number thirty-six, yet this man had number eight.
He had wanted to flaunt his superiority in front of Su Maner upon learning of Ding Fan's number, but to his surprise, Ding Fan's number was astonishingly high.
Number eight, supre VIP!
And he himself? rely a VIP.
"Brother Fan, you're only number eight, by the way, what number was that mber of Denmark's Royal Family?" Mu Zi seized the mont to comnt.
If gravity hadn't kept him grounded, Henry might have shot into the sky with indignation a mont ago. The sight of his smugness was nauseating. Now was the perfect ti to deflate Henry, and Mu Zi wasn't going to let it slip by.
At this, even soone as thick-skinned as Henry felt his face flush with embarrassnt. He had been trying to show off his superiority just monts before.
Looking at it now, it all seed like a clown's performance.
Henry was just an ordinary VIP, while Ding Fan was a supre VIP. What could he possibly boast about in front of Ding Fan?
Without another word, Henry hung his head and hurried toward the VIP passage, not even saying a word to Su Maner beside him.
He had tried to impress and only succeeded in losing face.
Henry left. Although Su Maner wasn't fond of him, they were business partners after all, and such social formalities had to be maintained.
Therefore, after having taken one look at Ding Fan, Su Maner followed behind.
Mu Zi couldn't help but smile triumphantly at Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, I just blew away your love rival..."
Ding Fan was speechless, but he didn't want to argue with Mu Zi, knowing that he might say sothing even more shocking, which would only make things worse for Ding Fan.
Ding Fan then turned to the employee and said, "This is my friend."
The employee said very respectfully to Mu Zi, "As is customary, supre VIPs may bring two people with them."
"I'll just bring this one friend," Ding Fan said.
Cheng Bufan and Qi Luoi were together, and Ding Fan didn't want to separate them, so he could only take Mu Zi with him.
After completing the entrance formalities, a lady dressed in a cheongsam ca to greet them.
This naturally was the treatnt for a supre VIP. The Cheongsam Lady, with graceful movents, curtseyed deeply to Ding Fan before softly speaking, "Esteed guest, this way please!"
The surrounding people waiting in line watched as Ding Fan was being escorted by the Cheongsam Lady, and couldn't help but cast envious glances his way.
Although everyone was here for the auction event, the treatnt was far from the sa. Supre VIPs, indeed, were in a league of their own!
The cheongsam lady led Ding Fan through the VIP passage and finally into a private room. Entering this private room, facing the auction stage, was a large floor-to-ceiling window.
With Ding Fan's knowledge, this glass should be one-way, allowing soone to see from the inside out, but not the other way around.
The private room featured plush couches, a delicate tea table, complete with all the necessary tea sets, and an incense burner that wafted delicate tendrils of smoke.
On the side of the room was a computer that was turned on, and next to it sat a beautiful female staff mber...
Overall, the private room gave off an impression of grandeur and opulence...
It seed that this was indeed a place for receiving VIPs.
Ding Fan sat down. At this ti, Mu Zi was busily brewing fragrant tea and having a great ti playing with the two children.
After about half an hour had passed, a stirring piece of music started playing, followed by a very enchanting woman, wearing a cheongsam and exposing her long white legs, stepping onto the auction stage.
Ding Fan was seated not far from the auction stage. His Divine Sense scanned around, and to his surprise, he found that this seemingly coquettish woman was not as simple as she appeared.
This enchanting woman was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Yet, her cultivation was astonishingly powerful, Earth Level third grade.
One must know that Ye Qingyun, who was so formidable and dominated Yanjing, was also only Earth Level third grade. What's more important was that Ye Qingyun's age was more than three tis that of this woman.
This woman was rely an emcee for the auction event.
The fact that a general emcee possessed such an impressive cultivation indicated that this auction event must indeed have a substantial foundation.
"...Friends who have traveled from all over the world to join us here, first I would like to represent Qiankun Auction Event and thank everyone for coming..."
Once the female emcee finished speaking, the entire auction event erupted with enthusiastic applause.
The emcee was quite adept at setting the pace. She waited until the surrounding applause subsided before she continued speaking.
"First off, let introduce myself, I am the emcee for this auction event, and my na is ng Die. Over the next three days, I will be hosting for you all..."
Afterward, ng Die briefly went over so of the auction rules.
The so-called rules were actually not complicated. That was to say, for items auctioned at the event, the auction house would take a twenty percent commission.
This commission was not small, but no one present raised any objections, indicating that everyone was accustod to and approving of this commission rate.
Beyond that, bidding for items at the auction was based on one's abilities, with no ceiling. ng Die emphasized this point.
At this auction event, all bidding was based on abilities, and if anyone caused trouble, Qiankun Auction House would be unforgiving. Even if you were the God himself, the auction would not indulge you.
Although ng Die seed to be joking, no one in attendance took it as a joke.
Qiankun Auction House had the strength to back up its words, and even major sects would not dare to cause a ruckus here.
After a series of instructions, ng Die announced that the triennial auction event was now officially underway.
As soon as ng Die made the announcent, the venue burst into another round of warm applause. The mont everyone had been eagerly anticipating had finally arrived.
At this point, Ding Fan called over the attendant who was waiting to the side in the private room. Naturally, Ding Fan had co to the auction with so items to sell.
For this occasion, Ding Fan intended to part with Foundation Establishnt Pills.
These pills were all Second Grade Pills, and Ding Fan rely wanted to test the waters with them.
In preparation for the auction event, Ding Fan had also prepared a third grade Rising Spirit Pill. The so-called Rising Spirit Pill was a crucial pill that could help a Human Level Martial Artist break through to the Earth Level.
It was known that while the gap from Human Level to Earth Level seed to be rely one tier, often that single tier was enough to thwart many.
So people spent their entire lives stuck at the Human Level Peak without a breakthrough, which showed just how difficult it was to advance to the Earth Level from the Human Level Peak.
Ding Fan's plan for the first day was to sell three Foundation Establishnt Pills. After assessing the situation, he would then bring out the third grade Rising Spirit Pill.
At this auction event teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Ding Fan inevitably needed to be cautious and careful, for any mishap might lead to an irreversible catastrophe...
Ding Fan handed over the three Foundation Establishnt Pills to the staff mber on the side.
After confirming the grade, the staff mber inquired about Ding Fan's expected price.
As was the case with the auction in Yanjing, the sellers at the auction could request to trade for items or to be paid in money. Ding Fan pondered for a mont before deciding to opt for a monetary exchange.
He then set the price at ten million per pill. Mu Zi who accompanied Ding Fan had also beco accustod to such events. She didn't find a price tag of ten million to be inappropriate at all. In her view, if after a round of bidding soone managed to purchase it for fifty million, then they would have snagged a huge bargain.
The staff mber completed the registration, and then she took Ding Fan's pills to the back to wait for the auction...
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