Chapter 483 Come alive

"First, let's auction off the first item, the 20% concentration potion."

Jing Wenbin waved his hand, and the climax of the auction began.

In the crowd, Jing Yimai clenched his fists, his eyes so cold that they could almost freeze people to death.

The bidders sitting on his left and right suddenly felt a chill on their backs and couldn't help but move back.

Strange, I didn't turn on the air conditioner, so why is my neck frozen...

Everyone participated in the bidding, and the noise was getting louder and louder, almost enough to bring the roof down. The bodyguards squatting outside to be responsible for security were staring at the swarm of zombies that surged up from the bottom of the sea and gathered around the cruise ship, dumbfounded.

"No one can sleep tonight, wake them all up and defend!"

"If you mess up Mr. Bin's business, your heads will be in danger!"

The tense atmosphere rushed from one side of the deck to the other, and the sound of chaotic footsteps going up and down the stairs was endless.

What Xia Yan didn't expect was that even Chu Wanfu participated in the auction.

As the prices kept rising, her heart flushed. She looked in the direction where the prices were being shouted, secretly saying that these people were too low-key. They were all so capable, why couldn't they let her earn some money?!

Finally, the potion was bought by a woman with silver-white hair at the price of 80,000 level 5 crystal cores.

"Congratulations, ma'am! You've won the last potion in the world. Please go with the staff to pay the balance. A researcher will then contact you to assist with the rest of the process."

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, the silver-haired woman was escorted away by a group of high-level bodyguards.

A high price also means good follow-up tracking service.

It is impossible to drink the medicine in one gulp. Professionals are needed to formulate a reasonable plan based on the patient's physical condition. Without these, who would dare to spend a large amount of money and drink it in one gulp?

I'm afraid I won't die fast enough.

After the woman left, the atmosphere at the scene became a little depressing. Some people even got up from their seats and left, taking the exhibits they had photographed and rushing back to the base overnight to avoid being targeted by interested parties.

The auction went on as normal. Two hours later, Jing Wenbin walked onto the stage again, glanced at the large number of empty seats, and said:

"Now for the final auction item—experimental subject Chen Juqing. Starting price: three level four crystal cores."

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that the starting price of the final item in the auction would be so low.

"At that time, Mr. Bin said that he was dying, so there was no value in taking the photos, right?"

"What if we can squeeze out a few more drops of blood? It's a living person. The concentration must be higher than the previous potion, right?"

"As the saying goes, it's better to sell than to buy... If it can really be squeezed out of a high concentration, President Bin won't let it go, right?"

Doubts were voiced one after another. The main reason was that cheap goods were not good, and the man had a special identity. Unless all his value was squeezed out, how could it be so cheap?

Think about it, the potion just now was sold for 50,000 crystal cores, and now the starting price of the blood donor himself is only three crystal cores?

Everyone's confused minds suddenly woke up - this is a trap, don't buy it no matter how cheap it is, if there is any infectious disease or something, buying it will be suicide.

Amidst the whispers, Xia Yan suddenly received a long-awaited message.

[Trigger hidden mission - help the second parallel world's son of destiny to revive]

[No penalty mechanism, successful mission will reward you with a mountain bike]

[Note: It can be used regardless of the terrain, is super energy-saving, climbs effortlessly, and goes downhill without falling. It can be used as a sunshade with one click when the sun is strong, and can be used as an umbrella in heavy rain with one click. It is a must-have for travelers]

Xia Yan:?

Come to life.

She would do it even if there was no punishment mechanism.

"Four level four crystal cores." She held up the sign.

Auctioneer: "No. 250 bids for four crystal cores. Are there any other bidders?"

Number two hundred and fifty?!

Xia Yan turned over the sign and rolled her eyes in anger. No wonder the staff had been looking for the sign for a long time. It turned out that they were waiting for her here.

"I'll give you six four-crystals!"

Hey, is anyone else rushing to make an offer?

Everyone's heads turned to the source of the voice, including Xia Yan.

...Why is it Jing Yimai?

Jing Wenbin looked at Xia Yan, then at Jing Yimai, and smiled with ill intent.

Auctioneer: "Six four crystals, is there a higher price?"

Xia Yan raised his sign: "One more than him."

Jing Yimai leaned over and looked at him, asking: Why are you taking pictures of him?

Xia Yan: What do you care about me?

Auctioneer: "Number 250 bids 7 four crystals, and—"

Jing Yimai gritted his teeth and said, "Two more than her. Boss Xia, don't compete with me for people."

Xia Yan was determined to win: "One more than him. Jing Yimai, don't compete with me for the person."

Jing Yimai couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran over and whispered, "I know you want to take it back and make it into a small cube. Boss, please do the math. It's not suitable. So, I'll give you seven four-crystal pieces. Don't fight with me for them, okay?"

Xia Yan tilted his head and raised the sign so that the number 250 was facing him.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong. I had my reasons for shooting him, but you didn't understand. Please put down the sign to save me some money. Otherwise, I'll make things difficult for you when I get back."

Jing Yimai looked incredulous.

Auctioneer: "Number 250 bids ten four crystals. Is there anyone else—"

Listening to number 250 being singled out over and over again, Xia Yan couldn't control her temper anymore, no matter how good her temper was. What's more, she was not a person with a good temper.

Xia Yan stood up and said to Jing Yimai seriously, "Don't quote any more. You can't beat me."

Then Xia Yan took the number plate from his hand and walked directly onto the stage to face Jing Wenbin.

She held up the sign in her left hand. "Mr. Bin, do you recognize the number on it?"

Jing Wenbin:?

"Number 182."

"Yeah." Then she raised the sign in her right hand, "What about this one?"

Jing Wenbin glanced at her and said, "No. 250."

Xia Yan threw the two signs in front of the auctioneer and bombarded him without mercy: "Don't you know the words that President Bin knows? Everyone else is bidding, but you're the only one holding up my number plate, right? You keep talking about 250. Are you here to cause trouble?"

The auctioneer's face turned pale and he couldn't help but look at Jing Wenbin.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yan stepped sideways to block it.

What are you looking at? Who told you to look at it?

The auctioneer had no choice but to admit his mistake, "Sorry, it's... this number is my best lucky number..."

"Oh~ So you're an idiot, that's why you always say it out loud, is that what you mean?" Xia Yan asked with a smile.

The auctioneer murmured, "...If you understand it that way, it's not impossible."

"That's great." Xia Yan put down the sign.

He reached out, tore it, and pulled it, directly pulling out the number 250.

"I'll give it to you." She taped the number to the auction hammer and waved it. "Doesn't it look much better this way?"

"...yes."

"Come on, hammer, no one's bidding anymore."

“…”

Boom.

"Congratulations, Mr. Xia, you've won the bid. Please go ahead and someone will be in touch with you. This auction is now over. Thank you everyone."