Chapter 37: Two Big Shots Throwing Money at Each Other

Meanwhile, in Box B01.

Yuan Yongqin kept a close eye on the bidding below and asked Qiao Nian, "Someone has bid up to 4 million. Do we follow?"

Standing by the edge of the platform, Qiao Nian looked down at the precious medicinal herbs laid out below, her eyes narrowing with a defiant glint. "Follow! I am determined to get this!"

Yuan Yongqin nodded, her gaze instantly turning resolute. She walked to the balcony and picked up the bidding paddle.

"B01, 4.3 million."

Below, there were specialists dedicated to observing the bidding in each box.

"C09, 4.4 million."

"B02, 5 million."

"F08, 5.1 million."

Qiao Nian toyed with her phone in one hand, her attention focused on the auction below. Her gaze was nonchalant, and her porcelain-white face carried an air of casual indifference.

Yuan Yongqin followed with seven or eight consecutive bids. The number of bidders gradually dwindled, leaving only the box next to them, which followed every single bid, and even raised the price by a full tier every time!

"B02, 7 million."

Fu Sinian had called out for over a dozen rounds. Seeing that the price was approaching 10 million, a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was just a legendary Chinese medicine; whether it actually possessed miraculous effects as rumored was still uncertain. Was it worth spending this much money?

But Ye Wangchuan hadn't spoken, so he could only grit his teeth and raise the bid time and time again.

"B01, 7.3 million."

"B02, 7.8 million."

"B01, 8 million."

The staff responsible for calling out the bids below shouted incessantly. What started as a large crowd of bidders had gradually narrowed down to the B section, with Box 1 and Box 2 competing against each other, while people in other boxes had turned into mere spectators.

"Who are the people in B01 and B02? It's just a fleshy lingzhi, is it really worth it?"

"Tsk, it's already up to 8 million."

Inside Box B02, Fu Sinian's handsome face was pale, and the fine sweat on his forehead wouldn't stop. His brows were tightly knit as his starlit eyes looked toward the man in the box, and he paced the room anxiously.

"Wangchuan, it's 8 million. Are we still following?"

Ye Wangchuan said nothing, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

He hadn't expected someone to compete with him so relentlessly, following him all the way to this point.

Fu Sinian tried to persuade him from the side, "I know you want to buy this to try it for Chenchen, to see if it can cure his illness. But honestly, no one knows if this thing actually works. Medical technology is so advanced now; there will come a day when Chenchen's illness can be cured. There's no need to waste money like this."

Ye Wangchuan's sharp jawline possessed a powerful tension. He tossed his smoking cessation stick onto a side table, lifted his chin, and commanded Gu San, "Go find out who is in the box next door."

"Yes, Master Wang."

Gu San hurried out of the room immediately.

"Wangchuan, you..." Fu Sinian hesitated.

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, looking both bloodthirsty and elegant. "One more bid."

Helpless, Fu Sinian could only raise the paddle.

"B02, 8.9 million!"

...

Qiao Nian was playing on her phone in the box when a message from Wei Lou popped up.

[Wei Lou is a Hundred Feet Tall: Qiao Xiaonian, you've provoked a ghost. I see the other party is in a rhythm of fighting you to the bitter end. It's at 8.9 million already. Tsk~ You're going bankrupt!]

Yuan Yongqin hadn't expected it to be this difficult either. She turned back to consult Qiao Nian, "The other side bid 8.9 million. If we keep going, they might keep following. What should we do?"

Qiao Nian lifted her eyes, her gaze incredibly wild. "Then just bid 10 million directly. If they want to follow, let them!"

Money? She had some.

10 million wasn't enough to make her go bankrupt.

She wanted to see exactly how far the people next door would go!

(End of Chapter)