"Wait a mont!"
Just as the host was about to announce the ownership of the supre Cistanche, Tao Pinggui shouted out, almost yelling, "I bid 110 million!"
Holy shit!
Once again, exclamations of surprise echoed through the venue.
Everyone knew the supre Cistanche was precious, but was it really necessary to go this far?
It had already reached 100 million, and he was still raising the bid—had Chairman Tao gone mad?
"Uncle, the price is too high, why don’t we go to Xiang City or so other auction to see?"
Tao Donglai suggested, "If that doesn’t work, I can make a few more trips and look for herbal rchants in the Changbai Mountains or Qilian Mountains..."
"Dong Lai, your Super Brother #2 can wait, but I can’t wait!"
Tao Pinggui, however, shook his head and glanced down at his crotch, firmly saying, "I need to cure my illness today!"
As a man, what is most important is down there.
You see, Tao Pinggui used to enjoy the company of won every night, never sleeping without a woman in his arms.
Rembering the embarrassnt with Luo Zitong in bed last night, he couldn’t wait to take Super Brother #2 imdiately, to go back and properly teach Luo Zitong a lesson.
"Uh..."
The sudden bid from Tao Pinggui left the host sowhat dumbfounded, montarily forgetting to continue the auction.
"200 million!"
Mo Han raised his second finger and said indifferently, "Chairman Tao, if you have the guts, keep up!"
"Fuck your mother!"
Tao Pinggui couldn’t help but curse, "300 million! I bid 300 million!"
"Uncle, calm down!"
Tao Donglai hurriedly grabbed Tao Pinggui, urging him, "We can’t fall for this kid’s trap; only a fool would buy it for 300 million!"
"No way!"
Tao Pinggui, his mind set like a scale which wouldn’t budge, made it clear he intended to fight to the death with Mo Han.
A 280-year-old supre Cistanche that started the auction at 10 million, its price had skyrocketed to 300 million?
Everyone in attendance was dumbstruck, even Wen Tianning, the Family Head of the Wen Family, Zhou Zhishan, the Family Head of the Zhou Family, and Zhu Wenjin, the Family Head of the Zhu Family, couldn’t help but shake their heads.
This Cistanche, at most, was worth 40 million, but now its price had increased nearly eightfold. It was not worth it at all.
"Third Brother, what do you make of this? Tao Pinggui seems desperate for this Cistanche, as if he has so deep trouble that forces his hand."
Zhu Wenjin, who enjoyed watching the spectacle, asked curiously.
Zhou Zhishan shook his head, a smile all over his face, "I’m not sure if Tao Pinggui has a bitter necessity, but I’m quite certain he’s definitely set for a loss today."
"Huh?"
Zhu Wenjin sensed sothing different in Zhou Zhishan’s words, "Third Brother, are you saying that Mister Mo won’t raise the bid any further?"
"Hehe, of course!"
Zhou Zhishan confidently remarked, "You don’t interact with Mister Mo very often, but when he really wants sothing, he doesn’t haggle—he gives a firm offer, and a price that one can’t refuse."
Zhu Wenjin was taken aback, "What do you an?"
Zhou Zhishan’s lips curved slightly upward, and with a gleam in his eyes, he looked toward Mo Han and spoke in a low voice, "Mister Mo would’ve bid a fixed price right from the start, and moreover, it would be an irresistible price."
Although Zhou Zhishan didn’t state the specific amount, Zhu Wenjin understood—the price should be over 300 million.
In fact, it’s no wonder, with Mister Mo having sold a Qiankun Elixir for 1 billion, how could he take a re few hundred million seriously?
"300 million? Tao’s Comrce Guild really has deep pockets."
Mo Han laughed, straightening his clothes but not raising his paddle again.
Those in the crowd who loved stirring up excitent were dissatisfied, with various voices speaking up, "What does this an? Isn’t he raising the bid?"
"Doesn’t Mister Mo have over 18 billion in his card? 300 million is nothing; bid higher!"
"Yeah, we haven’t had enough excitent yet. You don’t have to increase by 100 million each ti; 50 million is okay..."
The host also eagerly spoke up at this ti, "Guest #120, will you raise the bid? If not, this supre Cistanche will belong to Guest #16."
million! That’s a full 300 million!
Even without raising the bid, with the 2% commission rule, he could easily take a 6 million bonus! Anyone would be excited about that.
"I’d love to raise the bid, but the money in this card is borrowed."
Mo Han shrugged at Tao Pinggui and the others, spreading his hands, "Besides, spending 300 million on a dicinal plant—wouldn’t that be insane?"
"My head wasn’t slamd in a door, so why would I bid any higher?"
"Shh..."
Suddenly, hisses spread through the venue, with almost everyone looking at Mo Han with disdain.
You were just showing off with an 18 billion bank card, and now you say the money belongs to soone else and can’t be used at will. Isn’t that bullshit? Moreover, Chairman Tao has spent real money to buy this dicinal plant, and in your mouth, it has beco akin to having your head trapped in a door. Although it is indeed foolish, you shouldn’t mock soone to their face like that, right?
"Fuck!"
Even though he predicted this outco, Tao Pinggui still felt extrely uncomfortable, but with so many eyes on him, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.
"Alright then."
The host nodded and proceeded with the protocol.
"300 million once!"
"300 million twice!"
"300 million thrice! Let us congratulate the esteed Guest #16. This 280-year-old supre Cistanche is officially yours!"
As the words were spoken, the sa cheongsam-clad attendant from before took the supre Cistanche out of the glass showcase and presented it on a red silk tray.
"Chairman Tao, would you like to pay by card or transfer?"
"Card!"
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