A man in black walked up to the young man and bent down to say something. The young man’s smile grew even brighter.
The paddle was raised again, with no intention of being put down.
The familiar mechanical voice came from the second floor box once more: "Twenty billion."
The entire audience was already numb.
Everyone was even getting more excited, their eyes fixed on the young man in white.
However, this time they were disappointed, as the young man in white did not raise his bid paddle.
He shrugged helplessly and said, "Someone’s pointing a gun at me, I can’t help it."
The face of the man in black behind him became even more cold and tense.
Everyone assumed he was joking, giving himself a way out, no one believed it.
On stage, the auctioneer called the price three times, and finally, the gavel fell.
"Let’s congratulate the guest in box number two for winning the thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma at twenty billion, setting a new auction record at Tianbao Pavilion. We are privileged to witness history."
While the auctioneer was giving his impassioned speech, someone quietly approached the young man in white and asked, "What’s your name?"
The young man looked at the young man before him and smirked, "My surname is Leng."
The young man furrowed his brow, sizing him up, "Are you from the Leng family? But how come I’ve never seen you before?"
The young man raised an eyebrow, "And you are?"
"Leng Nanzhu, Leng Yan is my grandfather. I’m asking you, since your surname is Leng, are you from the Leng family?"
Upon learning his surname was Leng, the young man noticeably changed his attitude.
Leng Yan was Leng Shan’s cousin. Although he couldn’t compare to Leng Shan’s status and influence, he was the most promising and hopeful member of the Leng clan after Leng Shan, and was seldom valued within the family, yet many sought to curry favor with him outside of it.
The young man’s eyes were extremely captivating, drawing Leng Nanzhu’s attention until he was lost in thought.
"What if I am, what if I’m not?"
"Hey, don’t you have a problem? Can’t you speak properly?"
"Sorry, I only speak properly with people." The young man stood up as he said these words, not even glancing at him, and turned to leave.
Leng Nanzhu had never been treated this way before, and shouted at his back, "What are you pretending for? You’re not even part of the Leng family, so why are you acting big?"
After Leng Nanzhu shouted, the surrounding air fell silent for a moment.
Feeling numerous eyes on him, he straightened his chest to maintain composure. "This person claims to have the surname Leng, but we don’t have such a person in the Leng family. Everyone, make sure to see clearly and don’t be fooled by someone using the Leng family as a guise."
Everyone then turned their suspicious gaze to the young man’s back.
Leng Xingshuang rushed downstairs and finally got a clear look at the young man’s face.
For some reason, she had a strange feeling in her heart about that face...
"What are you doing here?" Gu Bichen, who followed Leng Xingshuang downstairs, blurted out instinctively upon seeing the young man in white.
Leng Xingshuang looked at Gu Bichen, "Bichen brother, do you know him?"
Gu Bichen frowned slightly, "He’s my classmate."
Classmate? A Qingzhou native?
Upon seeing Leng Xingshuang, Leng Nanzhu reflexively shrank back a little and quietly stepped back.
He thought in such a public place there was nothing to fear, so he straightened his chest and wore a sly smile on his face.
"Sister Xingshuang, take a closer look, do you know this person?"
Leng Xingshuang stared at the young man’s face, remaining silent.
When the auction came to an end, everyone was ready to leave, but seeing there was still drama with the Leng family, they lingered, watching with great interest.
The young man smirked, his eyes burning with brilliance, defiant and radiant, "What, is it that only your Leng family can have the surname Leng? I couldn’t care less."
Gu Bichen stepped forward and spoke in a low voice, "Leng, this is not the place for you to be causing trouble, come with me quickly."
The young man didn’t move an inch and gave Gu Bichen a mocking glance, "And who started causing trouble first, Leng? Didn’t you see?"
Gu Bichen: ...
He knew Leng Yunyang had a strange and flamboyant personality, and in school, he didn’t usually approach him. Today, he was only helping out of camaraderie, but didn’t expect to be humiliated like this.
Inwardly, an unnamed fire surged up in Gu Bichen, but outwardly he still maintained the demeanor of a decent gentleman.
Leng Xingshuang was provoked by his words, "I couldn’t care less" and sneered, "My Leng family doesn’t have such arrogant and conceited people..."
"Xingshuang." Old Sir Leng’s voice suddenly boomed through the air.
Everyone turned their heads at the sound and saw Old Sir Leng being helped down the stairs from the second floor by attendants.
Leng Shan had a kind face, but when he wore a stern expression, he was extremely intimidating.
"Do not be disrespectful, he is your brother."