Zhao Ping's expression was uncertain, but everyone knew that he had completely lost face.
It's clear that Lu Yuan is blatantly provoking the other party. If he doesn't take their side, he'll probably become a laughing stock in this circle.
Zhao Ping grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he knew the other party was just playing him. He must be richer than him, otherwise he wouldn't have casually asked for such an outrageous price.
However, they had no choice but to acquire the land, because only by acquiring it could they continue to build larger and more factories.
Only with more factories can they continue to earn more money, but now Lu Yuan is clearly increasing their investment capital.
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth, unwilling to suffer this humiliation, and his eyes flashed with anger.
He turned to his assistant, who had just come out, and asked, "Which private room is he in? I need to find him."
"Yes, it's in VIP room number 62."
He had barely finished speaking when Zhao Ping pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind him.
The room fell silent. The auction's expert assistant and various professionals exchanged bewildered glances, knowing that Zhao Ping had met his match this time.
They knew something about Lu Yuan, but they didn't know that he could outmaneuver Zhao Ping in this regard.
Auctions have rules, and if you don't have enough funds, you can't bid a higher price.
However, it is highly likely that land transportation has already offered a higher price.
Zhao Ping strode angrily to the door of VIP room number 62. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, while his assistant quietly followed beside him.
"Mr. Zhao, how about letting me go?"
Zhao Ping stared at him blankly.
"What are you going there for? Can you represent me?"
The assistant sighed helplessly.
There was a knock on the door three times.
Lu Yuan turned slightly coldly to the person beside him, Zhou Tong nodded, and the other person got up to open the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a familiar person standing outside.
Zhou Tong stared at Zhao Ping outside with a hint of mockery on his face.
What brings you here?
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and glanced into the room.
"I'm looking for your boss, Lu Yuan."
Lu Yuan had actually heard the other person's voice long ago, but he just didn't want to pay attention to it. He didn't expect Zhao Ping to take the initiative to come to him.
Zhou Tong asked softly, and Lu Yuan turned his chair around and glanced back at Zhao Ping.
What do you want from me?
Seeing Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, Zhao Ping gritted his teeth.
Why are you targeting me? We seem to have no grudge against each other.
Upon hearing Zhao Ping's words, Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneer.
"What a ridiculous statement, 'no enmity whatsoever,' coming from your mouth, Young Master Zhao. It's truly laughable."
After finishing his admission speech, he slowly got up, walked over to the other person, and gently placed his hand on the other person's shoulder.
"Did you forget on purpose? Or do you have a congenital memory deficiency? Do you need me to help you remember?"
After speaking, Lu Yuan pointed to Wang Mingming, who was standing to the side.
"Do you think I'll let you get away with hiring assassins to kill Wang Mingming?"
Finally, Lu Yuan pulled Xiao Shan into his arms again.
"You've had your girlfriend provoke me time and time again. Is that really necessary? Have you forgotten all of this?"
Knowing he was in the wrong, and seeing that Lu Yuan had no intention of letting him off the hook, Zhao Ping gritted his teeth.
"Okay, even if it's my fault, let's not bring it up in terms of business, okay?"
Upon hearing his words, Lu Yuan burst into laughter.
"That's interesting. If you have a grudge, you can't bring it up in the business way. So where should we settle this one-on-one? Do you believe that I can punch you to death right now and the police won't even bother me?"
Lu Yuan's words sent a chill down Zhao Ping's spine, and he involuntarily took a half step back.
"This is an auction, I advise you not to cause trouble."
Lu Yuan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at the other person with a cold expression.
"Zhao Ping, let me tell you the truth about this land. I'll just say it like this: if you take that land today, none of the land you take will come through my hands. I won't give you a single piece of land. Go back and don't make trouble for yourself."
Zhao Ping was now certain that Lu Yuan would not let him go, and he flew into a rage, pointing his finger at Lu Yuan.
"Fine, you win. Lu Yuan, let me tell you, you've messed with him too much. I won't let you off the hook, and neither will Zhendong Company."
Lu Yuan let out a cold laugh.
"Fine, you won't let me off the hook, then let's go for real and see how much money you have to give me."
Zhao Ping turned around angrily, closed the door, and returned to his private room, where he immediately installed the red button on the table.
"Five hundred and fifty million."
Upon hearing this, another collective gasp rippled through the room.
Five hundred and fifty million already exceeds the value of the land itself, and no matter how much they develop it, they won't get a higher value.
Basically, as long as they own this land, they will continue to lose money.
However, Lu Yuan didn't care at all; to him, this money was just a number.
Lu Yuan gently raised his hand and pressed the red button once again.
"560 million."
Zhao Ping smashed the teacup on the table with a loud bang.
"You bastard, you've gone too far!"
His men were all silent as cicadas in winter, and the room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy morning breathing.
After a while, the auctioneer asked again, his face beaming with excitement.
"Is there anyone in Lot 11 with a net worth exceeding 560 million?"
There was no sound from the scene, and everyone was staring at the direction of Zhao Ping's private room, wanting to see if Zhao Ping could continue. Five hundred and sixty million was already too much; if he took any more, he would really be a sucker.
If Zhao Ping were to ask for 570 million at this point, and the roadshow didn't go through with it, Zhao Ping would immediately lose several hundred million.
While several hundred million yuan might not be crippling for recruitment, it would still be a huge loss, enough to make even one's own mother not recognize them.
Thinking of this, everyone was looking forward to hearing sounds coming from Zhao Ping's room again.
To everyone's great disappointment, there was no further movement in Zhao Ping's room, and in the end, No. 11 was sold to Lu Yuan for a high price of 560 million.
At that very moment, Lu Yuan officially received a title.
President of the charity.
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