Leng Xingshuang spoke with discontent.
"It’s just the beginning." Leng Shan remained very calm.
Leng Xingshuang snatched the number paddle from the bidding assistant’s hand and leaned out of the window: "2.5 billion."
Someone in the crowd continually increased the bid by 100 million.
Leng Xingshuang was furious, they were in a very passive position—it was a bottomless pit.
"3 billion."
Someone leisurely raised the paddle: "3.1 billion."
A young man in a white suit, sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
Leng Xingshuang glared at the man and gritted her teeth, "3.5 billion."
The audience clicked their tongues in astonishment.
Truly, the Leng family is as wealthy as a nation.
At this moment, a mechanical voice from the number 2 box echoed: "5 billion."
The crowd gasped audibly.
The young man in white raised an eyebrow, looking towards the window of the number 2 box on the second floor.
Leng Xingshuang was livid, "Grandpa, I think he’s intentionally opposing us."
A flash of wisdom crossed Leng Shan’s eyes, "It’s enough for now."
"Grandpa."
Leng Xingshuang raised her head in disbelief, "How can our Leng family concede so easily?"
"Shall we keep bidding? 10 billion, 20 billion? In terms of assets, can you surpass the Mei Fei Family? Know when to stop, or we’ll make enemies."
The Leng family still plans to expand internationally; we cannot offend the young master of the Mei Fei Family.
Besides, he has his plans.
Leng Xingshuang was visibly unconvinced, "But that’s a thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma, which should have belonged to our Leng family centuries ago, but was shamelessly stolen by the Wei family. Spending billions to buy it back is humiliating enough, how can we let others have it cheaply?"
Leng Shan frowned slightly, "Listen."
"I don’t want to." Leng Xingshuang was about to outbid when a hand took the number paddle from her.
Leng Xingshuang turned her head, and in the light, the young man’s face was as beautiful as jade.
She stamped her foot in frustration, "Bichen brother, give me back the number paddle."
"Listen to Grandpa Leng, continuing to bid is pointless; it will only benefit the Wei family."
"But...."
"No buts." Leng Shan interrupted her.
Leng Xingshuang sat back, full of reluctance.
Leng Xingshuang conceded, yet the young man in the white suit continued to bid.
"5.5 billion."
Leng Xingshuang squinted as she looked downstairs, "He must be a plant arranged by the Wei family."
Inflating the price.
Number 2 box: "6 billion."
Truly treating money like it’s worthless.
Leng Xingshuang propped her chin and watched intently.
After all, it’s not her money being burned, but it’s a pity it’s benefitting the Wei family.
The Leng family’s withdrawal from bidding surprised some, but the high-profile number 2 box left everyone puzzled.
Wei Zhuhua withdrew her gaze, "Is that young man in white arranged by the Wei family?"
Wei Zhang summoned an assistant.
"Our arranged person hasn’t had a chance to act yet. This man holds an invitation from President Wei of Yuntian Pharmaceutical. As far as I know, President Wei has a son in his twenties, and this should be him."
Wei Zhang frowned, "What’s this Wei fellow doing here?"
Probably trying to latch onto the Wei family.
"What about the number 2 box?"
Wei Zhuhua asked.
The assistant glanced at Wei Zhang.
Wei Zhang was displeased, "Speak up."
The assistant stepped forward and whispered, "News came from Mr. Cui; it’s the young master from the Mei Fei Family."
"What?" Wei Zhang spilled half his tea.
He looked up sharply, "What does he intend to do?"
Wei Zhuhua murmured, "Mei Fei Family? Young master? Amos?"
"Sister, do you know him?"
Wei Zhuhua gave him a look, "Don’t you ever read the financial newspapers? This young master has a keen eye for investments—his legendary feats are all over Hua Country’s investment circle in just half a year."
Wei Zhang: "So this one’s here to give away money."
"The Leng family has given up; they probably don’t want to make him their enemy either."
In the blink of an eye, the price surged to 8 billion.
Wei Zhuhua spoke slowly, "Know when to stop."
Wei Zhang looked regretful, "I was hoping to use this opportunity to teach the Leng family a lesson, but who knew an Amos would appear."
Wei Zhuhua: "Don’t be hasty; the Leng family probably has another trick up their sleeve. Let’s wait and see."
By now, everyone had become numb to the word billion.
Wei Zhang’s assistant approached the young man in white and whispered in his ear.
The young man calmly met his gaze, "I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m simply interested in the Purple Ganoderma."
Faced with such beautiful, sincere eyes, the assistant was suddenly speechless.
The young man smiled slightly, "Let me correct you—I am not Wei; I’m Leng."