"I'm so angry!" Zhao Mingkai kicked over the champagne tower next to him, causing the waiters to scream in alarm. Just as he was about to chase after them, he suddenly saw his stepmother, Chen Li, hiding in a corner, gritting her teeth and saying something into her phone.
"...Come here immediately! Emperor Hotel! I've been beaten up!...Yes, it was that little bastard in the black suit!...What? The board of directors? I don't care! If you don't come, don't go home tonight!"
Zhao Mingkai frowned and walked over: "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Kai Kai!" Chen Li covered her still-reddened cheek. "Some arrogant brat dared to hit me! Your dad's on his way, he'll skin that kid alive!"
"Who dares to be so bold?" Zhao Mingkai immediately perked up. "Who's the blind fool!"
Just as Chen Li was about to search for Han Feng in the crowd, the golden doors of the auction hall suddenly opened, and the host's voice came through the loudspeaker:
"Distinguished guests, please take your assigned seats according to your invitations. The auction is about to begin."
The crowd surged towards the auction hall like a tidal wave. Chen Li stamped her feet anxiously: "Where are they? They were just here!"
Zhao Mingkai grabbed her arm: "Let's go inside first, we can't run away anyway. After the auction, Dad and I will deal with him!"
Inside the auction hall, Han Feng and Su Wanwan sat in the front row of the VIP section. Qin Chuan hurried over and whispered in Han Feng's ear:
"The chairman of the Zhao Group just arrived and is throwing a tantrum at the door. Should we proceed as planned?"
Han Feng glanced at the three members of the Zhao family sitting in the back row, pointing and gesturing at them, and nodded slightly: "Let's begin."
The host struck the gavel: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Maple Leaf Investment Spring Charity Auction is now beginning! The first item for auction is a blue-and-white porcelain vase from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, with a starting price of 800,000 yuan. Please place your bids."
Zhao Mingkai immediately raised his paddle: "850,000!" He looked at Han Feng provocatively, "So, 'Young Master Han'? Are you betting or not?"
Han Feng didn't even turn his head, lazily holding up his sign: "850,000...0100."
The entire room fell silent.
The host thought he had misheard: "Excuse me, you mean... 851,000?"
"850,100 yuan," Han Feng said clearly.
Zhao Mingkai's face instantly turned red: "You're playing me?!"
"The rules allow it," the host quickly interjected, wiping his sweat. "Now it's 850,100 yuan per time..."
"900,000!" Zhao Mingkai roared.
Han Feng: "900,100."
"1 million!"
"1,000,000 and 100."
Snickers began to ripple through the auction hall. Chen Li tugged at her husband's sleeve: "Old Zhao! This is the guy who hit me!"
Chairman Zhao squinted at Han Feng's back. He really had no idea who Han Feng was. He had never seen him in Kyoto before. He had only heard Zhao Mingkai say that Han Feng owned a supercar worth tens of millions.
"1.5 million!" Zhao Mingkai had already stood up. "Go ahead and challenge me if you dare!"
Han Feng shrugged and put down his bidding paddle. The auctioneer immediately brought down the gavel: "Sold for 1.5 million! Congratulations, Mr. Zhao!"
Zhao Mingkai sat down smugly and boasted to Han Feng, "See that? The first thing—let's see what you can do against me!"
However, his smile quickly froze, because for the second item, Han Feng used the same method to force him to buy it at three times the market price; the third, the fourth... for each item that Zhao Mingkai took a liking to, Han Feng would only add 100 yuan to the price to annoy him, and finally "just right" stop him from the brink of collapse.
"Next up is lot number 12, a set of high-precision industrial measuring instruments, starting at 2 million yuan..."
Zhao Mingkai suddenly stood up: "Dad! This is the batch of equipment we urgently need!"
Chairman Zhao nodded grimly: "We must take it."
The bidding quickly became heated. When the price soared to 8 million, Zhao Mingkai's hands began to tremble; they had only prepared 10 million to bid on the measuring instrument. Han Feng, however, raised his bidding paddle once more.
"8 million...0100."
Chairman Zhao finally slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Enough! Where are the security guards? I suspect this person is bidding maliciously and doesn't have the money to pay!" All eyes were focused on Han Feng.
Chairman Zhao continued to shout, "It was one thing for him to bid maliciously earlier, but now he's making random offers here." The entire room remained silent.
"Verify capital! I demand immediate verification of capital!"
Chairman Zhao's roar echoed through the auction hall. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his trembling finger pointed at Han Feng: "This kid absolutely has no ability to pay! I demand the organizers verify this immediately!"
All eyes in the room turned to Han Feng. Su Wanwan nervously tugged at his sleeve, only to see Han Feng with a faint smile on his lips, calmly nodding to Qin Chuan on the stage.
Qin Chuan understood and immediately picked up the microphone: "At the request of the Zhao Group, we will conduct a financial verification of bidder number 68. According to the rules, if they can prove that their account balance exceeds the current maximum bid by 20%, they can continue to participate in the auction."
A finance staff member wearing white gloves walked up to Han Feng carrying a POS machine. Zhao Mingkai sneered from the back row: "Keep pretending! We'll see how you get out of this!"
Han Feng slowly took out a black card from his inner pocket—it had no bank logo, only a set of gold-stamped numbers. As the card swiped across the POS machine, the entire machine suddenly emitted an abnormal "beep beep" sound.
The finance staff member's expression changed, and he quickly moved closer to the screen. The next second, his eyes widened, and his fingers unconsciously began counting digits: "Ones, tens, hundreds... billions?"
The host took the machine, his voice trembling with shock: "Bidder number 68, account balance... a full 100 million yuan!"
"Impossible!" Chairman Zhao jumped to his feet, one button popping open on his suit jacket. "This damn machine must be broken!"
The finance staff member wiped his sweat: "Chairman Zhao, this is a specially designed verification machine from a Swiss bank, designed specifically for auctions involving tens of millions or more. It never makes a mistake..."
Zhao Mingkai snatched the POS machine, and when he saw the long string of numbers on the screen, his expression was as if he had swallowed a live fly. Chairman Zhao slumped back into his chair, his face ashen and dejected—this number meant that even if all the liquid assets of the Zhao Group were pooled together, they wouldn't amount to a fraction of what the other party had casually held onto a single credit card.
Su Wanwan finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, then quickly pretended to cough to cover it up. Han Feng calmly put away the card, turned to the Zhao father and son, and raised an eyebrow: "Satisfied?"
The host struck the gavel at the opportune moment: "Verification of funds passed! The current highest bid remains 8 million from the Zhao Group. Would bidder number 68 wish to continue bidding?"
"8 million and 100." Han Feng's tone was as relaxed as if he were haggling at a vegetable market.
"Nine million!" Chairman Zhao gritted his teeth as he raised his bidding paddle, simultaneously lowering his voice to his son, "Don't raise it any higher! This batch of equipment is worth nine million on the market!"
The entire auction hall erupted in uproar. Several business tycoons began shaking their heads and sighing; such impulsive bidding was tantamount to suicide in the real game of capital.
Han Feng didn't turn his head: "9,000,100."
"Ten million!" Zhao Mingkai completely lost control, standing up and roaring, "Go ahead and bet again if you dare!"
Su Wanwan looked nervously at Han Feng, but the latter suddenly put down the bidding paddle and made a "please go ahead" gesture.
"10 million...twice...sold!" The gavel slammed down. "Congratulations to the Zhao Group for winning lot number 12 for 10 million!"
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