Chapter Fifty-Nine: At the bidding site, trying to drive up the price only leads to your own demise!
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
The second half of the meeting has begun.
Cheng Letian drank too much and fell asleep soundly in the armchair.
Song Nian'an and Xiao Ya were taking notes diligently, as they were currently sharing design and decoration styles for guesthouses and hotels.
At the same time, at the bidding conference.
The bidding process was divided into two venues: the bidding site and a media venue. Reporters were only allowed to stay in the media venue, where there would be live video streaming of the bidding process.
The bidding conference was large in scale, and all the participants were well-known entrepreneurs.
Simple yet classy.
Guests came and went, exchanging toasts and clinking glasses.
Amidst the lively conversation, a figure suddenly walked in—Wen Jing.
He wore a navy blue suit, paired with a white shirt and black leather shoes. His demeanor was both reserved and relaxed, and even the strands of his hair added to his handsomeness.
A gentle beam of light shone on his face, standing quietly at the far end of the guests' field of vision.
After signing in, many company presidents came up to greet President Wen.
There were also some people who were indirectly inquiring about Wen Siyan's company.
Wen Jingyi replied politely to each one.
Their eyes met.
This is Wen Siyan.
Wen Siyan walked over, a sly glint in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, we meet again."
Wen Jing stood there openly and honestly, letting Wen Siyan stare at him.
“It’s quite a coincidence that your company is currently enjoying great success. You should seize this opportunity,” Wen Jing said.
Wen Siyan moved closer, just a few centimeters away, and whispered to Wen Jing, "Don't you dare bid on plot number one later. That plot is no good."
"Oh? Well, thank you for reminding me, little nephew." Wen Jing smiled, found a seat, and sat down.
That's how it is sometimes between people—hypocritical yet warm.
Once all the bidding entrepreneurs had arrived, the host stood on the stage and announced the start of today's bidding conference.
This tender involves the auction of four plots of land.
The first property to be auctioned is located on the west side of North Ring Road, covering an area of 59,092 square meters, with a starting price of 300 million yuan.
This land has already become well-known in the industry; it's sure to generate a fortune in the future.
The people below immediately straightened their backs and stared at the large screen in front of them.
The person on the far right of the first row in the crowd is the person in charge of bidding for Sino-Ocean Group, who said, "Add 5 million."
With the first bid, the entire bidding process entered a silent battleground.
An invisible competitive pressure enveloped the entire venue.
360 million.
400 million.
Wen Siyan stared intently in Wen Jing's direction, remaining motionless.
Wen Siyan raised his paddle, "500 million."
The entire room was silent for a few minutes.
Wen Siyan unconsciously turned his long, narrow gaze to Wen Jing.
He was telling Wen Jing with his eyes, "If you don't make a move, it'll be mine."
He crossed his arms and placed them on his knees. Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"600 million."
Wen Jing calmly and composedly raised the sign, exuding confidence and composure in every gesture.
He wore a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. A cold aura surrounded his deep eyes, which startled Wen Siyan.
"Si Yan, if he asks for more, let's give up. We won't add any more. The company can't invest all its funds in this project from the beginning," the assistant reminded him.
Wen Siyan smiled; the real show was just beginning.
The owners of cultural and creative enterprises in the first row held up signs that read, "650 million."
As expected, Wen Siyan had a good grasp of Wen Jing's personality: if he was determined to get something, he would definitely get it, especially since he had deliberately provoked him when he first entered the room.
Wen Jing raised his hand, "700 million."
The president of the Zhijiang company sitting in the back shouted, "750 million."
Wen Jing touched his brow, looking very hesitant.
This means that Wen Siyan only needs to raise the price one last time, and Wen Jing will definitely follow suit.
“800 million,” Wen Siyan exclaimed.
Everyone looked at Wen Jing, waiting for him to make a bid.
Wen Jing raised an eyebrow at Wen Siyan beside him, "Congratulations."
"What?" Wen Siyan hadn't reacted yet, and it wasn't until he heard the final hammer blow that he realized what was happening.
The entire room fell silent.
"Congratulations to Derivative Group for winning Plot No. 1," the host said.
Wen Siyan clenched his teeth, and in that instant he finally realized that Wen Jing had no intention of taking the land at all, and the information he had gathered before was just a smokescreen deliberately spread.
"A bunch of useless trash!" Wen Siyan threw the sign in his hand at his assistant's face. "You can't even tell the truth from the falsehood when you're trying to get information." He stormed off, and his assistant followed him meekly.
Wen Jing took in Wen Siyan's angry expression. He rubbed his temples, leaned back in his chair, and thought, "You guys are still too green to be trying to frame me."
Wen Jing's goal from the beginning was the industrial land behind. The information released by the company before was just a smokescreen. Those who try to drive people to a dead end often end up reaping what they sow.
In the later third plot, Wen Jing acquired the industrial land on Panhai Road for a low price of 120 million yuan.
After the bidding session concludes, the winning entrepreneurs will proceed to the media area for interviews.
The performance of the two Mr. Wens at the meeting also made the reporters eager to see what would happen next.
As the excitement subsided, the interview session officially began. A woman with black-rimmed glasses and a sophisticated short haircut picked up the microphone and asked:
"Mr. Wen Jing, we just received an anonymous email containing intimate photos of you and a woman. We heard that you recently married a man. Who is this woman and why is she in your life? Did this affect your bidding and prevent you from winning the No. 1 plot?"
Wen Jing paused for a moment and said, "First of all, this is not within the scope of today's bidding interview, but I will still answer your question. I haven't seen the photo, but it is definitely not real. My wife and I are very much in love. If you report news that insults my reputation, I can sue you and your company for defamation. In addition, I am very satisfied with the result of this bidding."
Warninged by Wen Jing in full view of everyone, the female reporter wisely sat down.
Then another middle-aged man stood up and asked, "Mr. Wen Siyan, you overpowered other companies this time and won the bid for Plot No. 1 at a high price. What are your thoughts on the development of this land?"
Wen Siyan slowly stood up, meeting everyone's gaze. He suppressed his anger under the camera's lens, his hands clenched tightly, yet he maintained a smile and spoke eloquently, "Although the company has only been established for a short time, I am confident that I can make the most of this land. I also want to thank Wen Jing for giving this land to our company in the end."
Wen Jing took the initiative to shake hands with Wen Siyan, and the two took a photo together in front of the media with their arms around each other's shoulders.
The reporters took a closer look and realized that the scene was definitely headline material, so they all crowded around to take pictures.
#Debunking rumors of discord within the Wen family, the two Wen family executives won two plots of land at the bidding conference, making the Wen family the ultimate winners in this bidding process.
#BigNews and SmallNews cooperated to achieve a win-win situation, with both winning bids.
That very night, Wen Siyan flew back to S City and gave the team leader and assistant in charge of the bidding a good scolding.
After he left, the assistant grumbled privately, "We warned him, but he got carried away and now he's blaming us. We really shouldn't have gone with him. At least if we had stayed at the Wen Group, we wouldn't have had to endure this humiliation!"
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