Chapter 47: Malicious Bidding

  Wei Feng on the auction stage was introducing the next precious medicinal material, and he coldly observed the actions of the young man and Zhang Yi without pausing.

  However, the four men in black standing at the edge of the wooden platform walked over with swift steps, and two of them pressed down on the young man who had crawled up from the ground and tried to pounce on Zhang Yi's back.

  "Causing trouble here, think of the consequences."

  One of the tall men's low voice sounded in the angry young man's ear.

  Just like a basin of cold water was poured over his head, the young man's heart couldn't help but tremble.

  His name is Zhao Xi, the second young master of the Zhao Group in Jingnan City. He has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child, relying on his family's wealth and power, as well as having an older brother who is a martial artist.

  The Zhao Group has some business, also operating Chinese medicine business. The group has a specialized subsidiary company, and he is the person in charge of this subsidiary company. This time he came to Chuzhou City, mainly because he heard that a stunning beauty appeared in the Chinese medicine market in Chuzhou City recently. As a mature man with a hunting mentality, he used the company's business as an excuse to come here.

  Yesterday evening, he spent lavishly at the most luxurious nightclub in Zhu City. Because he had too much fun, he overslept and arrived late at the medicinal material auction site, only to find that there was only one seat left.

  So, with his arrogant attitude, he didn't care whose position it was and simply walked over.

  But he didn't expect that a damned bastard would lift him up from his seat and even throw him out like trash in front of everyone, this humiliation filled his heart with shame and hatred.

  However!

  The middle-aged man's words made him dare not to make trouble again. Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid. He was very clear about the power of the Chinese Medicine Association. Let alone their Zhao family, even if it were a family ten times more powerful than the Zhao family, if the Chinese Medicine Association wanted to eliminate them, it would be easy.

  He shot Zhang Yi a venomous look before turning around and squeezing out of the crowd, preparing to change his position.

  Hong Zhanggui, who had gone to the back to conduct a transaction, quickly returned to Zhang Yi's side and sat down. He smiled and asked in a low voice, "Has the calabaza fruit started its auction yet?"

  "Not yet!"

  Zhang Yi smiled and replied, as for what just happened, he didn't take it to heart at all.

  One by one, the precious medicinal materials were auctioned off, and each transaction made the Chinese Medicine Association, the organizer, earn a fortune. Zhang Yi had already learned from Hong's shopkeeper that when the Chinese Medicine Association held an auction, the merchants who consigned their medicinal materials to be auctioned would have to pay 5% of the total price as a commission to the association.

  Zhang Yi calculated that just the three billion yuan from the sale of the Qilin grass by Hong Zhanggui, taking 5% commission would be 150 million!

  How much money can the Chinese Medicine Association make from this auction? It's probably at least a nine-figure sum.

  "What is being auctioned off below is a calabaza fruit. Many people have heard of the price of calabaza fruit, this precious and rare fruit has great benefits for supplementing blood and energy in the human body."

  Wei Feng's smile on his face had decreased a lot compared to before, as if this calabaza didn't have much of an amazing effect that he could brag about. So after coughing twice, he loudly said:

  "The starting price is 2 million. Friends who want to buy the calabaza, each bid must not be less than 100,000 yuan. The bidding starts now."

  As Wei Feng's words fell, a brief silence appeared on the scene.

  After more than ten seconds, a middle-aged man finally spoke up:

  Twenty-one million.

  "Two hundred and twenty million."

  "Three million!"

  Suddenly an old man shouted out loud.

  "Five million."

  Upon hearing Zhang Yi's quote, the two who had just quoted prices fell silent.

  Wei Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, but he still smiled and said: "Isn't there anyone who can offer more than five million? You know, the total value of this calabaza fruit is absolutely not just five million! If someone wants to make an offer, please speak up loudly. If no one does, then this precious calabaza fruit will belong to that young brother."

  "Five hundred and ten thousand."

  As Wei Feng's voice fell, Zhao Xi brought an evil smile and loudly shouted in the crowd around him.

  Zhang Yi furrowed his brow and turned to look in the direction of the voice, only to find that the one who had spoken up was the young man he had just thrown out.

  He did it on purpose, he's getting revenge!

  Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and he said in a low voice:

  "Six million."

  Six million one hundred ten thousand.

  "Seven million."

  "Seven hundred and ten million!"

  “……”

  As the two of them quoted prices, the price quickly rose to 90 million, and the one who quoted this price was Zhang Yi.

  Zhao Xi's face had lost its arrogant expression, replaced by a hint of caution. From five million to nine million, he had stubbornly raised the price by four million. So now he was hesitant, unsure whether to continue bidding maliciously.

  If I quote 91 million myself, that bastard won't raise the price anymore. What to do? I don't have the slightest interest in that calabaza fruit at all.

  "Let's make a deal! If he continues to raise the price, I'll just give up. If he doesn't raise the price, I can always buy it and then resell it."

  Zhao Xi thought quickly and then raised his hand, shouting loudly:

  Ninety-one million one hundred thousand.

  Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, with flames of anger burning in his heart, and he wished he could burn Zhao Xi alive.

  If he adds his own price, he might report 10 million, but this guy is 5 million more than Zhao Xi's price before the trouble.

  Five million!

  His heart was bleeding, and he couldn't help but want to slap Zhao Xi to death, but he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Ten million."

  Zhao Xi's eyes lit up, and his face suddenly showed a look of extreme joy. With an expression of schadenfreude, he made a throat-slitting gesture to Zhang Yi, who had turned around to look at him, and then hugged his arms and laughed coldly.

  Hong Zhang also turned his head to glance at Zhao Xi, then turned back with a curious expression and asked in a low voice: "Zhang Yi, do you have a grudge against that kid? He's obviously maliciously bidding."

  Zhang Yi sneered, "Just now when you went to the back for a transaction, he sat in your seat. I told him to leave, but he didn't listen. So I picked him up and threw him out. Now I'm letting him be arrogant, sooner or later there will be a day when he regrets it."

  Zhang Yi had never truly hated anyone before, but at this moment, he genuinely hated Zhao Xi.

  Hong Zhanggui's expression changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "The extra 5 million is mine!"

  Zhang Yi shook his head and revealed a hint of a smile:

  "It doesn't matter."

  Host Wei Feng, who would have thought that a calabaza could be auctioned off for a high price of 10 million. Originally, the Chinese medicine masters from their association had appraised it and thought that it could sell for 6 million at most, which was already the limit.

  However, Zhao Xi's malicious bidding was as clear as a mirror in his heart. After all, he had just witnessed the conflict between Zhao Xi and Zhang Yi.

  "If no one else bids, this calabaza fruit is yours! Please proceed with the transaction in the background."

  Zhang Yi stood up expressionlessly and walked out in big strides.

  Auction backstage.

  In the temporarily set up tent, an old man with white hair sat at a table inside, with a faint smile on his face. As Zhang Yi walked over, he pushed the returned calabaza in front of him: "You check it out, if you confirm it's calabaza, we can make the deal directly!"

  Zhang Yi nodded and picked up the calabaza fruit.

  Next to the white-haired old man, a middle-aged man in his 40s bent down and whispered something into the old man's ear.

  The old man with white hair looked startled, raised his head to glance at the middle-aged man, and then shifted his gaze back to Zhang Yi, asking: "Young brother, was it you who cured Lei Daifu's son of that strange illness yesterday?"

  Zhang Yi's gaze fell on the old man's face, and he nodded slightly: "Old fellow, this is indeed a calabaza fruit, just swipe your card directly!"

  The old man handed the bank card to the middle-aged person next to him, as if he was looking at a real monster, and exclaimed: "Indeed, heroes emerge in their youth! The strange disease of Lei Dafu's son, I have also diagnosed it, but did not diagnose the condition. I didn't expect that you, young brother, would be able to cure it. In this regard, I am inferior to you! Who did you learn from?"

  Zhang Yi entered the password and made the transaction while saying: "Senior, I'm really sorry, my master doesn't allow me to mention his name to outsiders."

  The old man with white hair flashed a strange color at the bottom of his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he nodded: "In that case, I won't force you. Do you have time after the auction ends? I'd like to invite you for a simple meal and chat!"

  In this temporarily set up tent, apart from a few staff members, there were also two other medicinal material merchants who were making transactions. Upon hearing the white-haired old man's words, both of them revealed envious expressions.

  The white-haired old man may not know them, but they can recognize the white-haired old man, knowing that he is a renowned Chinese medicine master in the Chinese medicine world, with an identity that is extremely noble.

  "Senior, I'm really sorry, the auction is over and I have to leave. If there's another chance in the future, I'll invite you out for a meal."

  Zhang Yi said calmly.

  The transaction was completed, and Zhang Yi nodded at the white-haired old man before walking out of the tent.

  Those two middle-aged medicine traders who had also finished their transactions almost popped their eyeballs out, and one of them even dug into his ears.

  Did you hear it wrong?

  That young man... he actually refused Master Yin's invitation?

  Didn't he know Master Yin's identity?

  Many people have been eager to get close to Master Yin, but there is no way. Now a good opportunity is placed in front of that young man, and he actually... refused?

  Is this young man crazy?

  Several staff members in the tent also looked at Zhang Yi's back as he left, their faces full of strange expressions.

  The old man with white hair, on that aged face, a bitter smile appeared, and he shook his head and said: "A young man with personality, I quite like. To be honest, this is the only young man who has refused my invitation in decades."