Chapter 885: Chapter 587: The Auction Begins_2 Chapter 885: Chapter 587: The Auction Begins_2 Liang Bing personally arranged Yang Shulin in the middle of the front row, and as Liang Bing nodded and left, at the entrance, a group of top bosses continuously entered the hall under the escort of their female attendants.
Clearly, the seating arrangent here was according to the stature of these top wealthy elites.
Next to Yang Shulin sat Ross, the family head of the Rothschild family, and beside this elderly man was Edward Gaoxiu, the luxury goods titan worth one hundred seventy trillion.
On Yang Shulin’s other side sat the King of the Satt Nation and Alder Klee, an internet tycoon who was worth two trillion.
Following them was Wei’er, the “Princess of Jewelry,” who was also a top-tier elite worth trillions.
Then ca various other top-tier individuals worth over five hundred billion or princes and princesses.
Originally, with Yang Tianxia’s status, he could only sit at the very back of the hall, alongside Sun Shangwu.
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However, now, as he put on the green ring, it signified his status as a senior mber of Yang Shulin.
The club’s seating was not solely based on the level of wealth but also on the mbership level.
In the entire club, only Yang Shulin and Ross had undertaken S-level tasks, making them the only two senior mbers.
As for the others, besides those two C-level mbers, all were the lowest D-level mbers.
The twenty-seven mbers who undertook tasks were all seated in the first two rows, and those after them were the accompanying mbers who hadn’t taken any tasks.
Among them was Mario from De Country, a real estate magnate worth seventy-five billion, but since he had not undertaken any tasks, he had to sit in the back.
However, Ren Wenxuan, the chairman of the Shangyuan Club worth only thirteen billion, had undertaken an entertainnt industry-related task and beco a D-level mber of the club, so he sat in front of Mario.
At the Longevity Club, wealth was no longer the only factor determining their status.
Instead, the club’s mbership level was crucial in deciding the services they could enjoy.
Here, even soone with a lowly status like Yang Shulin, who had no power, could enjoy the highest standard of services from the club because he represented the Yang family in undertaking an S-level task, becoming a senior mber, even sitting next to Ross himself.
One must know, if it were not for his senior mbership status, Yang Shulin would never have been able to get close to Ross himself in his lifeti, let alone sit next to him.
In the hall, as the top bosses each took their seats, Yang Shulin, sitting right at the central position in the front row, garnered the most attention.
Many people turned their gazes towards him, subtly or openly, which made Yang Shulin feel uneasy as if sitting on pins and needles.
However, at this mont, Yang Shulin kept reminding himself not to panic.
If he did, it wouldn’t just be him losing face but his entire Yang family.
As Yang Shulin adjusted himself, Ross Rothschild, who was already eighty-four, suddenly turned, a hint of a smile on his face, and then said faintly, “How is Yang Zhentian doing these days?”
Hearing this, Yang Shulin was montarily stunned, hesitated for a mont, and then bowed slightly, “My grandfather is now in the intensive care unit.
I ca here this ti to obtain a Longevity Pill to prolong his life.
If there were any offenses previously, please forgive us!”
The critical condition of Yang’s family head was no secret in the Capital City, and precisely for this reason, Yang Tianxia had cooperated with Chu Mo at all costs to obtain the Longevity Pill to save the elder.
After hearing this, Ross, who had old ties with the elderly head of the Yang family, first sighed softly and then waved his hand slightly, “Yang Zhentian isn’t as old as I am, unexpected…
But having a descendant like you ans he has soone to carry on his legacy.”
After saying this, the old man closed his eyes to rest, speaking no more.
However, at this mont, Yang Shulin felt a slight relief.
Now that his grandfather had relations with Ross, he hoped that Ross might not bla him anymore for taking over the task.
At that mont, the stage lights suddenly lit up, and as a young man in a formal suit slowly walked toward the podium, the previously noisy hall instantly quieted down, all eyes fixating on the handso figure upon the stage.
Chu Mo, wearing golden sunglasses, slowly approached the front of the stage.
His gaze swept over the more than a hundred top-tier wealthy individuals below him, his eyes faintly filled with a proud and triumphant look.
This was the fruit of his labor over the past year.
And these hundred-plus ultra-rich individuals from all over the world would beco his unparalleled network.
Taking a soft breath and with a slightly relaxed expression, Chu Mo slowly began to speak:
“Today marks the first gathering of the Longevity Club.
To ensure that everyone arrives and leaves in high spirits, I have prepared a small gift for all.
For this session, the club will issue two S-class missions, two C-class missions, and twenty-three D-class missions.
Everyone who accepts a mission will automatically beco a mber of the club at the D level or higher.
Upon departure, each guest will receive a Longevity Pill.
However, I know that many of you haven’t received a mission.
Please, do not worry.
Considering everyone’s enthusiasm, our club has specially set aside one Longevity Pill to be distributed via auction.
All esteed guests present who did not receive a mission can bid for this Longevity Pill.
Our Longevity Pills do not have a reserve price.
Everyone may bid according to their needs, even if it’s only for a dollar, as long as you find it worthwhile, you can take the pill ho.
I won’t waste any more of your ti.
Now, the Longevity Pill, item number one, bidding starts now.”
On stage, as Chu Mo’s calm words concluded, the hall initially fell into silence.
At that mont, Chu Mo saw the gathering of top magnates exchanging glances, but no one took the initiative to speak up.
Clearly, they also didn’t know how to start the bidding, waiting for soone to voice their own idea of value.
Chu Mo wasn’t in a hurry.
He just quietly waited.
The reason he had specially set aside this Longevity Pill for auction was to find out how much these top magnates valued it.
Unlike the previous missions which couldn’t be quantified by money, thus the specific price of the Longevity Pills remained unknown.
But now, with this thod, direct bids would reveal the true worth of a Longevity Pill.
As ti ticked by, silence still ruled the hall.
A minute later, seeing that no one had placed a bid yet, Chu Mo suddenly turned his head slightly and nodded to a spot beside him.
Monts later, the exquisitely beautiful Winnie, her fair and delicate fingers cradling a small wooden box, gracefully approached.
Chu Mo took the box from Winnie’s hands—a simple box constructed of the highly valuable Golden Phoebe Wood.
Not to ntion the pill inside, the box alone might be worth several hundred thousand.
As Chu Mo gently opened the box in his hands, a faint herbal fragrance imdiately perated the entire hall.
At this mont, many of the elite wealthy in the hall saw the legendary Longevity Pill for the first ti, their eyes widening in awe.
In Chu Mo’s hand, the Longevity Pill was only the size of a fingernail cap, smooth and lustrous, with even a few small characters carved on it, representing its na and number.
“Longevity Pill, number 002!”
This was the second most precious pill after the one taken by the elderly Situ, and every pill issued by the Longevity Club in the future would be stamped with a number to ensure every pill’s origin could be traced.
At that ti, as Chu Mo gently lifted the pill in his hand, the previously quiet hall finally began to stir.
“One million!”
That was the first bid.
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