What surprised Yang Fei was that Li Shun, with whom he had fought the previous night, had still not arrived.

His seat remained empty.

Seeing the gaunt old man and the middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his head looking excessively shocked,

Yang Fei knew that the final showdown of the auction would inevitably be between Kong Erhu and Lanting Hotel.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Kong Erhu.

Just then, Kong Erhu also turned his head, his gaze fixed firmly on Yang Fei.

In the air, it was as if sparks were flying.

The two of them seemed like wild wolves that had encountered each other in the jungle, baring their sharp canine teeth, ready to fight and hunt.

Bang!

On the bidding platform, the auctioneer with a stern face knocked the gavel, indicating that the auction had officially begun.

The atmosphere on-site immediately tensed up.

The bustling audience seats, too, were infected by the tense atmosphere and fell silent.

In fact, the audience had a predictable sense of how things were going to unfold.

With Li Shun absent from the auction, the shares in Qingquan Stone Upstream were 100% Kong Erhu's.

Nobody believed that the small Lanting Hotel could withstand the powerful Kong Erhu Group.

The situation was completely one-sided.

Indeed, no sooner had the auction started than the host announced the base price of 2 million.

Mr. Jing from Kong Erhu's side raised his paddle and bid a high price of 4 million.

Hiss!

Nearly everyone collectively gasped.

Clearly, they knew the management rights of Qingquan Stone Upstream were worth more than 4 million.

But as soon as Kong Erhu made a move, he swept in with a sky-high price of 4 million.

His ostentatiously wealthy appearance indeed scared everyone.

"5 million..."

The middle-aged man with the head injury raised his paddle once, increasing the bid by 1 million.

The other old man looked even more distressed and chose not to follow up with a bid.

Many people cast sidelong glances at Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi.

Their eyes revealed schadenfreude and mockery.

The total value of the small Lanting Hotel, at most, wouldn't exceed 1.5 million.

These two bumpkins dared to show up at such a high-class auction.

It was simply a matter of life and death.

Just then, Yang Fei received a text message on his phone.

He glanced at it and a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes.

The middle-aged man with the head injury raised another bid.

Kong Erhu snorted, his vicious eyes glancing at the middle-aged man.

Immediately, the middle-aged man jumped in fright, turning pale.

He looked like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head.

"6 million!"

Mr. Jing raised his paddle, and the host on the platform shouted loudly.

"6 million for the first time. 6 million for the second, 6 million for the third time..."

"8 million!"

Before he could finish, Yang Fei lazily raised his paddle.

At the same time, he yawned indifferently.

It was as though the astronomical figure just called out was nothing more than ten bucks.

"What, 8 million? Did that guy just say 8 million?"

"Good heavens, did I hear wrong?"

…

Exclamations erupted from the audience seats.

Nobody had expected that the small Lanting Hotel had such deep financial resources!

Moreover, the way Yang Fei threw around large sums of money without batting an eye exuded an effortless air.

This auction was only just beginning.

In the audience seats, several garishly made-up women were already throwing flirtatious glances at Yang Fei.

There were many rich men.

But there were few men who were so wealthy and yet could make women's hearts flutter like this.

In a sealed room on the fourth floor of Ginza Building.

A plump woman watched with interest the LCD screen on the wall.

The screen was broadcasting the events unfolding in the auction hall.

The woman's gaze was fixed on Yang Fei's face.

She appeared both surprised and curious, looking very interested.

Behind the woman stood a man in a suit, standing straight.

If Yang Fei had seen him, he would have recognized that this was the man he had encountered at the elevator entrance.

He had once asked Yang Fei to meet his boss, but Yang Fei had refused.

Kong Erhu's complexion became even more sullen and terrifying.

In fact, he had never intended to put out 6 million.

He had only thrown such a hefty sum to suppress Lanting Hotel.

But what Kong Erhu had never expected was that Lanting Hotel's funds were so abundant!

Tough situation to get out of!

"10 million!"

Grinding his teeth, Kong Erhu snatched the bidding paddle from Mr. Jing and raised it high.

His face turned beet red.

"10.01 million!"

Yang Fei, without even lifting his head, casually raised his paddle.

"You're courting death!"

Kong Erhu burst into a furious rage and exploded with anger.

His eyes glared venomously at Yang Fei.

Several thugs behind Kong Erhu also pulled out weapons like Swing Sticks and Daggers and closed in.

The two hosts on the auction stage had never seen such a scene before.

Both were so frightened they crawled under the table.

Yang Fei let out a hey with a chuckle and slowly stood up.

He looked coldly at Kong Erhu and his group.

"Huaxia is a country of laws, do you dare to make a scene in public? Don't want to mix in this world anymore, huh?"

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a long drag, then slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Money talks, bullshit walks!"

All the people were staring blankly at Yang Fei.

In so many years, no one had dared to talk to Kong Erhu like this to his face.

Did this kid have too much gall?

Kong Erhu's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

He never imagined that the funds for this auction would rise as high as 10 million.

Thinking he had the winning ticket, he had prepared at most just 10 million for the auction.

In the underworld auctions, often what counts isn't so much the funds but various means behind the scenes.

Kong Erhu never expected that, after playing so many tricks in the preliminary stages, he would actually lose on the money front, which was what he was least short of.

And the opponent had only bid a million more than himself.

It was clear that they knew his prepared funds would not exceed 10 million.

A meager amount of money can force a hero's hand, but this is too much bullying!

"You..."

Kong Erhu was so angered that his chest seemed about to burst.

His fingers pointed at Yang Fei, trembling slightly.

Kong Erhu swore he had never been so humiliated.

"Heh, why are you pointing at me, got the guts to keep bidding or what?"

"Why are your eyes so wide, showing off how big they are?"

"Your damn eyeballs are about to pop out; does that help?"

"I just have a million more than you, how about that?"

Yang Fei shrugged his shoulders and said lazily.

His mean spirited words followed one after another, like a string of beads falling out of his mouth.

He seemed determined not to stop until he vexed Kong Erhu to death.

"...I'm going to kill you!"

Kong Erhu roared and snatched a Dagger from a thug next to him.

He was about to pounce on Yang Fei when Mr. Jing desperately clung to his waist.

He anxiously reminded, "Boss, this is a public place."

"We have plenty of ways to deal with him, don't make trouble for yourself."

It was as if Kong Erhu did not hear Mr. Jing's words and struggled violently.

His heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, ice-cold.

Damn it, there's a traitor!

How did this bastard know that he had only gathered 10 million in cash?

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