"Talking so grandly, but it only sold for three hundred thousand, that's too little." The little girl pouted, saying somewhat discontentedly: "And there weren't many bidders either."

In fact, the little girl didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her dissatisfaction at all.

After all, twenty percent of the proceeds would be Xiao Feng's commission, the less it sold for, the less commission he would get.

Zhen Jinghan, who had attended numerous auctions, smiled and explained: "That's already quite good, in auctions, the items get better and more expensive as it progresses.

The people bidding just now are those who know they can't compete at the end, so they bid early.

Those really wealthy people, like Bi Quan, wouldn't bother with these appetizers."

Relieved after the explanation, the little girl said: "Oh, so that's how it is."

At this moment, the young monk came over carrying a tray, as usual covered with a red cloth.

Zhao Guo'an mocked: "It's not like getting a bride, covering it with a red veil, and after just a few steps, you lift it, isn't that pointless?"

Xiao Feng felt the same way but thought perhaps Hong Ren arranged it to pursue a sense of ceremony?

Just like the unveiling ceremony for a shop's opening, although the sign covered with a red cloth will face customers eventually, the ritual is still necessary.

"Next, this item is a paperweight that's accompanied my senior brother for decades. You benefactors can put it in your study or on your desk, it can ward off evil and also invisibly boost your aura."

Hong Ren confidently introduced to the wealthy people before removing the red cloth and displaying it to the audience.

However, upon seeing what was carved on the paperweight, the crowd couldn't help but start discussing.

"Is that a mythical creature?"

"I think it's a three-headed bird?"

"No, I think it should be called a six-tailed bird."

While everyone was arguing, an old man with gold-rimmed glasses and impeccably combed hair spoke up: "That's a Qiongqi, saying it's a mythical creature isn't wrong."

The surrounding people exaggeratedly acted as if they were enlightened, gathering around to seek advice, whether they really wanted to know or not, outwardly they all appeared to be very curious.

Watching this scene, Xiao Feng's gaze lingered on the old man for a moment.

At this moment, Zhen Jinghan pointed at the old man, softly reminding: "You should pay attention to this person, his name is Guan Huarong, he runs a multinational corporation and personally enjoys studying ancient literature.

His story is legendary; at twenty-three, he returned from studying abroad and took over his family's grain shop. Before a nationwide famine struck, he convinced his family to invest everything they had to hoard grain extensively, even mortgaging their house.

Then, when grain became scarce, his was the only shop with it, and he made a fortune by inflating prices, then quickly moved money to different ventures, reaping profits and then moving on."

"Profiting off a national crisis, no matter how legendary, he's still scum!" The little girl pouted in discontent.

Zhen Jinghan smiled, not refuting the little girl, simply stating: "Indeed, Guan Huarong has a poor reputation, but he's undeniably wealthy; among the people here, even compared to Bi Quan, he might be richer."

Xiao Feng nodded, no wonder this old man has so many followers, turns out he's like a god of wealth.

"Moving on after each profit?" Su Yuzhuo queried in confusion: "Isn't the essence of business about sustainability? Just taking one profit wouldn't make much money, right?"

Ever since deciding to redevelop his family's business and build his influence, Su Yuzhuo became extra sensitive to the word "profit." Coming across something he doesn't understand, he naturally asked.

"If you're still selling grain, moving on after one profit would never make a fortune, but in financial investments, this is common.

When they feel they've made enough, they simply take the money and run, then wait for the dust to settle, change locations, change identities, and find the next wave of gullible people."

Xiao Feng explained while drinking tea.

Su Yuzhuo slowly nodded, mentally noting: financial investment is a lucrative field.

Meanwhile, Lin Jiaxuan interjected: "Maybe because there are too many such people, centennial businesses are becoming rarer, almost extinct now."

"Who told you it's because of this that centennial businesses are hard to appear?" Xiao Feng countered.

"Then tell me why!"

Feeling a bit angry, Lin Jiaxuan thought, Why is this guy always going against me?

Silently disgruntled, Lin Jiaxuan glanced at Xiao Feng's teacup, unable to resist fidgeting.

Xiao Feng earnestly said: "In my view, centennial businesses are things of the past, they've lost the soil needed to be born nowadays."

"Why do you say that?" Zhao Guo'an asked, puzzled.

"In the old days, when transportation was inconvenient, say you're in the south and receive an order from a northern customer, delivering the goods could take anywhere from a few months to a year.

The efficiency of doing business was low, so naturally, the money was slow to come.

But now, whatever you want to sell, you can show all over the country, and it only takes a few days from ordering to delivery, the efficiency is many times what it was before."

After saying so much in one breath, Xiao Feng took a sip of tea before continuing: "The conclusion is, there's no need for centennial businesses nowadays.

Because now you can make in just a few years, or even less, the money it used to take a hundred years to earn."

Everyone nodded, agreeing with Xiao Feng's viewpoint.

Of course, Lin Jiaxuan was still slowly unconvinced: So what if you're right, I still don't agree!

Thinking this, she glanced again at Xiao Feng's teacup, noticing there was still half a cup of tea left.

"Hui Shiyi, Hui Shier." Xiao Feng waved his hand.

The two Martial Monks behind him immediately came closer with smiles: "Brother Feng, what are your instructions?"

Xiao Feng pointed to Lin Jiaxuan: "Keep an eye on her, if she dares touch my teacup, throw her down immediately."

"..." Lin Jiaxuan.

Though certainly vexed, she knew better than to go head-to-head with these monks, for they could collectively overpower even Uesugi Yumi; defying them would be suicidal.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly seemed to remember something, turning her head towards Xiao Feng and asking: "Oh right! Brother Xiao Feng, do you remember what that old man profiting from a national crisis was talking about…"

The little girl scratched her head for a moment before recalling: "Oh, right, it seemed to be called Qiong… Qi, do you know what Qiongqi is?"

"Of course!" Xiao Feng boasted proudly: "But my mouth's a bit dry from all the talking, let's let old Zhao answer this one."

"Hehe." Zhao Guo'an flashed a "seen through everything" smile: "I bet you couldn't answer in the first place, right?"

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