jdhmnovel Chapter 347: Sky-high Bids
Chapter 347: Sky-high Bids
A CEO named Ye made the first bid: "One hundred and ten million!"
Zhao Ruoming recognized this person as a participant in the Dark Blood Feast. The auction was originally just a cover for these people to attend the Dark Blood Feast, but this piece of snowflake amber was too precious, which lured this person to the event.
The auctioneer smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, sir. I haven't finished yet."
President Ye's face was not looking good. As one of the male protagonists at the Dark Blood Banquet, he naturally had a beloved woman. He just shouted out in a fit of excitement.
"The minimum bid increment for this piece of snowflake amber is 50 million yuan each time." The auctioneer said with a smile.
Hey!
There was a burst of inhalation sounds in the field.
No one here is short of money, but even if they are, they would not squander it like this!
What? This piece of snowflake amber can make them immortal like amber?
As soon as the auctioneer said this, half of the people who wanted to bid immediately gave up.
President Ye gritted his teeth and said angrily: "One hundred and fifty million!"
Jiang Huiyi bit her lip and said, "Old Duan, do you want to raise the price or should I?"
Duan Hongji did not answer Jiang Huiyi. He raised the number plate in his hand and said, "Two hundred million."
Everyone looked at him sideways. He is indeed the richest man Duan! I just saw Mrs. Duan whispering to Duan Hongji - the richest man Duan must have gone down this path just to win a smile from his rich wife!
Duan Ye's gluttonous snake was at a critical moment. It had finally eaten a small snake into a huge fat python, but suddenly he heard Duan Hongji's bidding voice. His hand trembled - snap, his snake was killed.
Duan Ye no longer cared about the dead snake and raised his eyes in shock: "Second brother? Did I hear it wrong just now?"
Although Duan Chengfang was also very surprised, he managed to control his expression: "Keep your voice down."
The auctioneer on the stage smiled like a brilliant autumn chrysanthemum: "The highest bid is currently 13 million from Mr. Duan Hongji, No. . May I ask..."
Duan Ye's expression can only be described as shocking: "Ah? Two hundred million for a broken stone? When I wanted to buy a sports car, it was only tens of millions, and the old man gritted his teeth to give it to me!"
"Miss Duan, what do you know?" Theodore, who was sitting next to him, said sarcastically, "Some things naturally have special memories - your father is a lovelorn man."
As someone who had experienced Duan Hongji's love story with Jiang Huiyi, Theodore's thinking naturally connected with Jiang Huiyi.
Duan Ye said impatiently, "Get lost. My dad spends his money, so it's fine for me, his son, to complain a few times. What does it have to do with you, you sissy?"
Theodore arranged a bunch of pink, red and flowery clothes for Duan Ye, causing Duan Ye to lose face and be laughed at by Duan Chengfang and Duan Jizhi for a week. Young Master Duan still holds a grudge!
The veins on Theodore's forehead twitched a few times.
Duan Ye should be thankful that he is Duan Hongji's son, otherwise he would have been a box of ashes by now.
While the few of them were arguing, the bid for Amber had soared to 400 million.
Duan Hongji raised the price steadily with extraordinary calmness. But judging from his expression, the 400 million he threw out seemed to be no different from four dollars.
For some reason, in Duan Hongji's calm demeanor, everyone sensed an unusual stubbornness and cold fanaticism.
It’s very disturbing…
A graceful and lazy voice sounded: "Five hundred million."
Who would actually raise the price by 100 million?
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a flaxen-haired young man holding the hand of the girl next to him with one hand and holding up his number plate with the other - No. 31, exactly the opposite of Duan Hongji.
Francois smiled wickedly: "Five hundred million."
Duan Ye stuck out his tongue: "There's definitely something wrong with your brain."
Theodore sneered: "This is the only correct thing you have said since I met you."
"Come on, you're just laughing at me." Duan Ye glanced at Theodore in confusion. "After all, he is rich and smart, but you are poor and stupid. What's the name of a foreign book? Rich Dad Poor Dad. You two are the rich older brother and the poor younger brother."
Duan Ye inherited Duan Hongji's tongue, which was always mean and vicious. Theodore cracked his hands and told himself not to bother with the idiot.
Duan Hongji looked at Francois from a distance across the crowd. His eyes were deep and calm like lake water, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Five hundred and fifty million."
From this moment on, the bidding had actually turned into a game between two top tycoons. Francois sneered and raised his hand again: "Six hundred million."
Miss Jia said to Jia Renlu in the audience, "Is it that serious? Six hundred million can buy a truckload of amber, right?"
Jia Renlu said, "Just wait and see. Duan Hongji spent more than 3 billion to marry the daughter of the Jiang family. What is 600 million?"
Duan Hongji: "Six hundred and fifty million."
No matter how cold and arrogant Feng Liuxue was, he couldn't help but glance at Francois at this moment: "Forget it, there's no need."
As Francois's "wife", Feng Liuxue was very familiar with Francois' cash flow. Francois's base was in France, and he came to Haicheng to capture Theodore. The most he could take out was about 700 million yuan.
Judging from the current situation, 700 million yuan is not enough to support this auction!
Feng Liuxue still loves François and doesn't want him to waste his money on this.
Besides, what would happen if Duan Hongji took the photo? When the other party got the amber, wouldn't Feng Liuxue just kill Duan Hongji?
On this vast high seas, who can do anything to the Queen of Darkness?
Why bid when you can buy it for free?
Francois sneered: "Cher, for you, I will not give in."
Feng Liuxue held François' hand tightly.
Francois held up his number plate: "Seven hundred million."
Duan Ye's eyes have turned into dead fish eyes.
"Second brother, I feel like I'm a spendthrift enough on a normal day." Duan Ye murmured.
Duan Chengfang nodded, "You are quite self-aware."
"But why do I feel -" Duan Ye touched his dog head, "Compared to the old man, I am already considered frugal and simple?"
"The Duan family was built by my dad and mom. How can the way dad spend money be the same as yours?" Duan Chengfang glanced at Duan Ye.
Duan Ye snorted: "Second brother, second brother, you are just too blindly obedient..."
Duan Hongji raised the price to 750 million.
At this time, everyone on the field was only interested in watching the show. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Duan Hongji and the one from the Mansfield family were both determined to get this piece of amber. But who would win in the end?
François remained calm, but Feng Liuxue felt that his hands were already sweating.
"Eight hundred million."
François said this almost through gritted teeth.
"Dad, should we stop them?" Miss Jia observed Francois's expression and frowned, "It's meaningless to ask for a high price, right? The Mansfield family is involved in organized crime. If the price is too high and they get angry, don't let them end up losing everything."
Jia Renlu and his daughter are both pragmatists. To them, a hundred yuan in their hands is much more valuable than ten thousand yuan that they have not yet eaten.
Eight hundred million, nine hundred million, or ten billion may sound good, but you have to be able to earn it and spend it!
Jia Renlu was also sweating. Earning 100 million yuan without doing anything was a good thing, but earning 1 billion yuan without doing anything was like a pie in the sky wrapped in poison. If the bid was higher than a certain limit and reached the boundary of being unfulfilled, the auction would lose its meaning.
"How to stop?"
Francois is a frequent guest at the Dark Blood Banquet, and the woman next to him is even more of a ruthless character, known as the Queen of Darkness in the circle. Stop them?
He is here to make money, not to risk his life.
Qianjin Jia asked curiously, "The owner of the amber, didn't Master Er say he wanted to sell it to a loving couple? Why don't you just compare which couple is more loving?"
Yup!
Jia Renlu thought that Master Er's story was made up by Di Hantian, so he didn't take it seriously. He even didn't ask the auctioneer to mention it during the auction.
Now that Miss Jia reminded him, Jia Renlu realized that he had a ready-made excuse!
What matters is not how much money you have, but your feelings!
Money is a concrete thing, but feelings are an abstract thing. There is a lot of room for maneuver.
If the auction is terminated on the grounds of price, Duan Hongji or François might think more:
Do you look down on me? Do you think I can't afford so much money? Do you really think that our Duan family/Mansfield family are vegetarians?
But if you use emotion as the reason, it is much more reasonable.
——It’s not about money!
If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not loving your wife enough, or your wife for not loving you enough!
Even though I have a lot of money, I cannot exchange kindness for it. The original owner of this piece of amber has said so, what can I, as a middleman, do?
Not satisfied? Go find Erlingshan!
"Thank you for reminding me, Jinjin." Jia Renlu said quickly, "I'll make arrangements right away. We can't let them continue to argue."
When the price reached 900 million, another auctioneer came on stage and said with a smile: "Dear distinguished guests, you have been sitting here for an entire afternoon. I'm sure you must be hungry, right?"
Guests: No no no, we are not hungry, we are feasting our eyes!
The auctioneer continued, "It's already seven o'clock in the evening. We have prepared food and snacks for our distinguished guests..."
Guests: No, no, no, we don’t want to eat, we want to eat melon!
"You are the brains and blood of Haicheng, and your bodies are the lifeblood of Haicheng. We have hired the famous French chef Mr. Normandy and his disciples to carefully prepare healthy dishes for you."
After the auctioneer finished talking a lot of nonsense, he said with a smile: "This auction will be temporarily suspended. We will continue after you finish dinner."
Everyone present was smart and knew that the auction organizer was going to "mediate" privately. There was nothing strange about this. So although they were eager to try, they still left tactfully.
The people on the scene were led by the waiter to the restaurant, while Duan Hongji and Jiang Huiyi, and François and Feng Liuxue were led to two separate rooms.
Jia Renlu's attainments in cherishing his life and being sensible were extremely high, and he tried his best to avoid situations that might lead to conflicts.
A powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Compared to Francois, who was far away across the ocean and would be kicked out sooner or later, Duan Hongji, his old lover who had been entangled in Haicheng for several years, was more important. Therefore, Jia Renlu chose to meet with Duan Hongji in person, while his daughter Jia Qianjin would negotiate with Francois.
Jia Renlu walked into the room with a smile on his face, and saw Duan Hongji sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring at him expressionlessly.
Jia Renlu was startled by this cold look, and auspicious words came out automatically: "Hey! Old Duan, I haven't seen you for a long time, you look better and better!"
After saying this, Jia Renlu secretly slapped himself. How long has it been since Duan Hongji was shot? Isn't he lying with his eyes open?
Fortunately, Duan Hongji didn't mind. He raised his hand and motioned Jia Renlu to sit down.
Jia Renlu had been bullied by Duan Hongji for many years and was already very good at pretending to be his grandson, so he immediately took the opportunity to sit down.
"Why did you stop the auction?" Duan Hongji asked, "François sent you to be a lobbyist?"
"How could that be possible!" Jia Renlu said with a forced smile, "It's my fault, actually. Actually, there's a story behind that piece of amber..."
As Jia Renlu spoke, he took out his cell phone and placed it on a stand on the coffee table in front of Duan Hongji.
"This is what the original owner of the snowflake amber told me before the auction. For the sake of evidence, I recorded his conversation."
Jia Renlu had just asked Di Hantian for this video. He thought it was a last-ditch effort, but he didn't expect the other party to actually take it out.
Duan Hongji did not move, but Jiang Huiyi leaned on Duan Hongji with a smile and clicked on the video with trembling hands.
The camera quickly focused, revealing a person's chin and a pair of old hands.
Judging from the skin condition, the person in the picture is undoubtedly an elderly person. The old man stroked the amber in his palm and said slowly: "This amber is me and my wife..."
In the other room, Miss Jia also played the video to François and Feng Liuxue.
François raised his eyes coldly: "Show me what this means - do you think that Cher and I don't love each other enough?"
"Mr. Mansfield is joking." Miss Jia said with a smile, "It is precisely because I think you two are a perfect match that I showed you this video to put you and Miss Feng at ease."
Francois's expression eased a little. Seeing this, Miss Jia said, "There is just one thing. Master Er is a conservative person. In his eyes, a couple must at least be married through three matchmakers and six engagements, have a formal wedding, and have a legal certificate.
"Mr. Francois and Miss Feng are distinguished guests from France after all. The old gentleman may not be able to understand your French ID. That's why I came to inform you."
Miss Jia's words were extremely implicit - how many couples were there at the Dark Blood Banquet? They were all in a sadomasochistic relationship that lasted for more than a decade and still couldn't get a certificate!
Not to mention that Feng Liuxue is a killer, if he takes out his ID card, there will be a big question mark whether he is an illegal resident...
After saying this, Miss Jia tactfully left the room.
François's face had turned livid.
Feng Liuxue sat on the sofa, not saying a word, just looking at the other person with a cold and arrogant look.
Francois' lips moved and he said, "Cher, in my heart, you are my only wife."
Feng Liuxue sneered, "Oh? Then what do you think of that person in your family?"
"I don't love her at all!" Francois said anxiously, "I hate her! I wish I could drink her blood and eat her flesh! Cher, how can she compare with you!"
"So what you mean is that you want to announce to the public that I am your wife?" Feng Liuxue said with a smile.
The expression on Francois's face froze for a moment.
After a long while, François finally uttered a few words with difficulty: "Xue'er, can you give me a little more time?"
François didn't dare to look at Feng Liuxue's expression, and said quickly: "She is the one my father chose for me. You know how difficult it was for me to get the position of the head of the Mansfield family. Theodore is still eyeing her covetously, and although my remaining brothers look honest and decent, they are actually as fierce as wolves and tigers..."
Feng Liuxue's expression gradually relaxed.
François uttered the lines fluently: "At this juncture, I cannot go against my father's wishes. In any case, I can only keep Liu Xue for the time being."
François held Feng Liuxue's hand and said affectionately: "Xue'er, give me some more time! When I have settled everything, I will definitely give you a status..."
Although François usurped the throne, he was a good boy who obeyed his father's wishes.
Old Mansfield, the good-for-nothing father, and François's group of useless brothers and sisters with childish minds were stupid when they were alive and useless when they died. Only at this moment can they make use of their remaining energy.
The Mansfield family is so great! No piece of waste is superfluous!
Francois has been saying this for two or three years. Ever since he married Feng Liuxue, his days have been full of critical moments.
Feng Liuxue just happens to fall for this. As the heroine of an ancient novel, Feng Liuxue has a biggest hobby - waiting for a man to grow up and fulfill his promise, no matter what kind of scumbag he is.
After listening to François's affectionate confession, Feng Liuxue said nothing more and just gently pressed his hand.
Francois responded with a firmer grip.
"Then what are you going to do with our Amber?" Feng Liuxue said softly.
Francois sneered: "Even though it was photographed by Duan Hongji, it may not be in his hands!"